Beginning of the AZ Trail

 13 March 2022

I'm about to do something crazy and I'm so nervous. Thursday morning I will get dropped off at the border and hike 788 miles to Utah. It's called the Arizona Trail. I'll hit a few mountain ranges, Santa Ritas, Santa Catalinas, Gila River, Superstitions, Mazatzals, San Franciscos and the Grand Canyon. I'm budgeting 48 days to do it. 

On second thought, it's not crazy.


My parents and a few friends are gonna meet me when I cross highways to give me some more food and the maps for the next 100ish miles. I'll have a total of 8 re-supply stops. I'm so thankful for them. In fact so many people have reached out to me to offer help and kind words. I'm surrounded by angels and I'm so in your debt 🙏🙏🙏


This has been a goal of mine for a few years. When I first heard about this trail I thought I couldn't do it. More brave & athletic people do it but not me because I'm a lazy and scared person. So, here goes nothing.


A few people have asked why. Like, why am I doing this. And uh. I don't have an answer lol. I don't remember why I set this goal a few years ago. I realize I can change my mind and not do it, but I feel pretty determined right now, I quit my job lol. I guess I want the bragging rights? I definitely want to see some beautiful mountains & desert. I don't think too much about my motivations honestly. I just do things cuz I want to, it seems awesome. Please hold me accountable. 


I'm nervous for my body, I weigh 180 pounds right now, I'll probably come back a twig (with great calves tho). I'm confused about food, it's hard finding lightweight food with a lot of fat & calories. I'm scared of being cold and exhausted. I'm not scared of getting lost though, I'm dang good at navigating in the wilderness. 


I'll be off grid a lot the next 7 weeks, I'll try to somehow let y'all know I didn't fall off a cliff and get eaten by a bear. 


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