Month: August 2011

Escape from Springer Mountain

Because there’s no lovelier place name than Appalachia, and because that long and winding, kneecap-grinding pathway is one of my favourite pieces of real estate on the planet, and because I’ve finally started the gruelling task of scanning my way through a boxful of dusty pictures, here are some extracts from my paper journals of seven years ago, and a few of those dusty pictures, from my first, frazzled evening on the incredible Appalachian Trail.