I've spent the last several years chasing trails, not summits. Half Dome, the Inca Trail, Torres del Paine, Iceland, the Amalfi coast, Zion, the Grand Canyon, Kauai, Cinque Terre, Portugal, the Smokies, and most recently the Tour du Mont Blanc. Some were day hikes with my wife. Others were multi-day treks that tested my knees, my patience, and where my own limits actually sit.

I started this site to write about them properly, instead of posting a few photos and forgetting the details a month later.

I'm not out to set fastest times or bag the hardest routes. What keeps me coming back is simpler than any of that: breath, terrain, ground underfoot. A kind of walking meditation I never went looking for, it just found me on a trail one day and stayed. A few days into a long trek, my legs get tired enough that my head finally goes quiet, and something more real comes through. Somewhere out there, the two just stopped being separate things.

I hike with trekking poles and a knee brace these days, a souvenir from an old surgery. I eat pescatarian diet on and off the trail. And I write the way I hike, no rush, no filter, just an honest account of what a place asked of me and what it gave back.

If you're planning your own trek and want the practical details, the stage-by-stage posts have those too. But mostly, I just hope you leave a little more grounded than you were when you got here.