Solo

Sorry it’s so late…I’m starting the Vermont Long Trail out of Rutland next Saturday. Wallflower had planned to hike the duration with me, but life had other plans. I am feeling insecure about traversing this terrain ‘solo’ (no pun intended), especially in potentially snowy conditions, but I am committed. Even if alone. Thought of you and need your pep talk. Thank you for being.”, I reached out to Solo, last Saturday night.




Solo responded frankly, “You’ve got the right gear, Dips, and you know what you’re doing…so you go out there and have a great time. I’m always a little anxious when I start a new hike, not sure why. All gone after the first couple of miles. You’re going on the LT…you rock!”.




Solo completed his fourth thru hike of the Appalachian Trail in the fall of 2021.




His fourth.




And he still gets anxious when he begins a new hike.




I take Solo’s word for gold.



Life happens for you, not to you. In the unexpected, ask yourself- “What can I learn from this?...How can this make me better?...
— Clint Murphy


Perhaps I was intended to go at this alone.


You hiked the f%&$!#g AT, Sarah, soooo…”, Shannon said.




“This is different.”, I explained.





Uncharted. Course corrected. Depopulated. Vigorous. Ambiguous.



And now solitary.

“What can I learn from this? How can this make me better?”, I repeated, challenging myself quietly.




Life’s “other plans” have given to me the opportunity to peel off yet another layer of insecurity. Of self-doubt. Of intimidation.



Of fear.





I have everything that I need.





And I know what to do.





Solo told me so.

Worry pretends to be useful.
— Eckhart Tolle




Am I suffering from a case of self-diagnosed “Imposter syndrome.”?




Imposter what?!?



Imposter syndrome involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence that persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments.”, Anna McKinney detailed in her excerpt on The Trek.





I had done the damn thing, yet I can still feel unsuited for this venture. Out of place.



Because it is foreign to me. New. Different. Enigmatic.



Just as a career leap, a threatening diagnosis, or a new relationship feels on you.



Unfamiliar is scary.




We never feel how they look. Do not compare yourself to the ones that appear to be perfectly placed. It’s a look. Their uncertainties mirror yours. We all feel the same. I assure you.



During Rich Roll’s interview with Lisa Bilyeu, co-founder of Quest Nutrition and President of Impact Theory Studios, she speaks of “radical confidence”. “Confidence isn’t the start of something- it’s the result of something. People don’t take action because they’re waiting for confidence to come- the confidence part will come over time. It will come with action, repetition, and gained competence. The confidence is the byproduct.”, Lisa explains.



“The confidence is the byproduct.”, I listened again.



And then the light bulb went off.



You don’t have to feel confident to start. How could you when entering new territory?



Do it anyway.

Confidence is created.



The Vermont Long Trail, the “LT”, is 272 miles long and follows the main ridge of the Green Mountains from the Massachusetts-Vermont state line to the Canadian border. Its terrain arduous, with climbs and descents mimicking those of New Hampshire’s Whites. Built between 1910 and 1930, it was the vision of James P. Taylor and later became the inspiration for the Appalachian Trail. The LT and AT share 100 miles of trail in the southern part of the state, all of which I traversed during my thru hike. (The above, as described by the Green Mountain Club.)


I will now attempt to trek the 172 miles that remain, from Rutland, VT to the Canadian border, in the hopes of becoming a Certified Long Trail “End-to-Ender”.

The Long Trail-USA

“What do you do with all of your time outside of the hospital?”, I am often asked, given my modest 20 hour weeks.

“I work.”

“You what?”

I work.

Work” is defined as “an activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result” by the New Oxford American Dictionary. It does not have to be exchanged for wages. And often more readily enjoyed when it is not.

I am working to get my message out to the world through continuing to write to all of you, here. All of my gratitude for your continued following, reading, and reaching out. Lives are being transformed, folks.

I am working on a manuscript in my preparation to publish a memoir, with tact and with patience. Editors. Publishers. Small press. Literary agency. Networking. I have learned that it is equally as difficult to be reputably published as it is to win an Oscar. Twice. In the same season. Duncan Hines introduced his first cake at 73. I’ve got time.

I am working to become more comfortable in front of the podium, saying “yes” to any offer to speak before a crowd of listeners.

I am working with Mills Kelly, of The Green Tunnel podcast and R2 Studios, in December to apprentice his expertise in sound and digital media production.

And I am working to maintain both my trail legs and savviness to remain capable of walking 2193.1 miles, once again.

Yes, you have read that correctly.

I want to read the book for the second time.

I am not done with this footpath.

And in the meantime, I’ll keep hiking my own hike.

Solo.

Honor the space between no longer and not yet.
— Nancy Levin
Sarah Robison
Grandma Griffith's Chair

Great Grandma Griffith’s chair…

updating wood chair

…reincarnated.

Chutes & Ladders with Nic and Luke! Of course, he won. He always wins.

Dr Patty George and Harold Laudien Badwater 135 Race

My dear friend, Dr. Patty George, shared the following after supporting her comrade, Harold Laudien (pictured, stage right), on his crew team as he attempted the Badwater 135 race, Death Valley, CA.

“My biggest thought was the same as how I felt at the end of my first CTR (Colorado Trail Race) attempt (yes, I’ll be back!). There is no shame in going for it and giving it your all. The sadness is when people think- ‘What if I could, ‘BUT’ and want to but there is a “but”, so they never try.”

Aunt Sandra Light

Suellen, Pam, Monica, Erica, Sara, Jenn, Molly, and Tina gifted both myself and Aunt Sandra with this ornate lantern in remembrance of my Grandmother. Aurora means, “light”- a constant showing of her love for my Aunt’s care and presence.

back deck beers

Beers with Buddha on the back deck. Now say that fast 10 times!

Enjoying Cafe Du Jour

Dinner celebrating my besties’ birfdays at Cafe Du Jour.

O.A.R. Tailgate

Nicole, Dani, and I at our rainy O.A.R. tailgate!

Sushi in the Strip

Sushi in the Strip with these icons.

K Flo Retirement

The one, and the only, K Flo has left the Mecca! Retirement looks good on you, Karen!

Beautifully Decorated Family Mantle
Vito

The Godfather of anesthesia, Vito!

Margaret & Alanda

Meet Margaret & Alanda, orthopedic spine surgical technicians, came out to celebrate Karen’s new chapter. And what beautiful conversation we had.

Jane & Joyce

Meet Jane & Joyce, two special friends and supports!

Gail, Wendy, Sharon, and Karen

Meet Gail, Wendy, Sharon, and Karen! Mentors, turned special friends.

Nasamu Uber

Nasamu picked me up for my Uber ride as I departed for Seattle. I was processing the death of my cousin, yet also the beauty of the nuptials-to-be of my dear friend (hence the jaunt out West). I was pensive, introverted.

The ride was quiet.

Until I asked Nasamu where he was from. “Italy.”, he said. “Italy?!”, I replied, for obvious reason. Nasamu was born in Nigeria and fled to Italy to reunite with his parents as a young child, spending the majority of his life in the capital city of Novara within the Piedmont region of Northwest Italy.

Novara is the village where my Grandmother, Aurora, was from. And has a population of less than 100,000.

If you don’t ask, you won’t know.

So…ask.

Kens Market Phinney Ridge

Ken’s Market in Phinney Ridge for Raelyn’s rehearsal BBQ flowers.

Rehearsal Friends

The Yaya’s.

Green Lake Park

A loop around Green Lake with my Beef before the nuptials.

Maid of Honor Speech Prep

Speech prep over mimosas, Raelyn asked me to be her Maid of Honor. The honor was all mine, truly.

Welcome wedding sign
Jud

Jud, Phil’s Best Man, and my wingman!

Bride

Look at her, in all of her perfection. She was ready.

Raelyn and Phil

Raelyn and Phil exemplify patience. First meeting one year before exchanging personal information and spending time together, they waited. Patiently. Knowing that timing is everything, they paused for the feel of the fit.

The Puget Sound served as the backdrop for their celebration.

Lake Washington Boating

And then we went on a boat…

Mount Rainier

…and saw Mount Rainier from Lake Washington!

Judson

Judson.

Raelyn

Raelyn.

Monique

Cheers Monique!

Hazel

Monique and Ben’s daughter, Hazel, the flower princess. Rockin’ her cowgirl booties, in all of her glory and uniqueness.

DSWP

Meet DSWP! Fuel’s father-in-law, who has corresponded with me since the beginning of my thru hike, having never met. Baring all, from Christmas gifts to Beach Boys classics, he is the owner and operator of the Dips Fan Club and resides in Bellingham, WA.

Toulouse Petit West Seattle

And also knows how to find stellar Creole for brunch in West Seattle.

Discussing drum kit

Steve met Rae’s drum kit, as promised.

1968 Chrysler

Phil’s 1968 Chrysler carried the happy couple to their “I do’s”.

Airplant

Meet Wilson, the airplant that Rae & Phil grew and copper coiled as wedding favors! He was my very own ‘volleyball’, as I traveled back home to Pittsburgh via Dallas.

Taylor & Caleb Appalachian Trail

Meet Taylor & Caleb, Southbound AT thru hikers who I had the pleasure of meeting during my time at the Appalachian Trail Museum over Labor Day weekend.

Chasey Chase Ironmasters Hostel

Meet Miss Chasey Chase, who gifted me with a comped massage…in the dining area of Ironmasters Hostel…over smoked patchouli and blasted YouTube ocean scapes.

Take home point- say “yes.”

Chicken of the woods Mushrooms

Fresh picked chicken of the woods, a highly sought after top edible mushroom, courtesy of Bobby Davidson. And me, in my shroom shirt…C’mon…

Buffalo Chicken of the woods dip

Homemade buffalo “chicken of the woods” dip!

Hannah Foegelsonger

The one and the only, crafty yet woodsy, Hannah Foegelsonger.

Sarah Robison Hiking

I couldn’t leave Pine Grove without tasting my white blazes.

Hiking Awakens Senses-Trail

I can quite literally feel when I am walking Southbound vs. Northbound. May be the mercury, may be my internal compass. My mindset shifts, my senses awakened.

The Heinleins

Congratulations, Kelley and Zach!

Parents of the bride

Mama and Papa Bear, the proud parents of the flawless bride.

Sarah Robison Wedding

Wedding ready!

Photobomb

An A+ in photo bombing, am I right?!

Sarah Robison Driving
Happy Birthday Misana

Happy belated, Misana!

The Willows Senior Living Center

I was invited to speak at The Willows Senior Living Center, by Suellen and her father, who resides there. Pictured in the center of this photo is Jen, who shared that she hiked five miles on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia when she was in her youth.

The circle of life, y’all.

Nick Jordan

Nick Jordan, 89 years young, and insisted on hauling my pack!

The Willows Senior Living Center Visit 2

Suellen’s father, Nick, has befriended Larry Morris (far, stage right). Larry is the grandfather of the Larry Holmes who I spoke about in “Me vs. Me” and a classmate since Kindergarten. The Larry that got me up and over West Mountain, New York, through his unexpected email at the very most serendipitous of times.

To Larry’s left are Linda (Larry Holmes’ mother) and Sue Uram, both who supported me in their sentiments while on foot last year. My spirit animals, if you will.

And in the center is Dave. Quite possibly in the running for the owner and operator elect of the Dips Fan Club (fist to cuffs, DSWP??).

Sweet, sweet serendipity.

*Note: Nick still has my 35 pound backpack on.

Collective Arts can

I just like this can from Collective Arts, their “Ransack the Universe” DIPA.

Pitt Flag

Comfort in my new neighborhood, reppin’ my alma mater. H2P!

My cousin, Walter Alfonso, crafting Aurora’s gnocchi recipe from scratch! She’s smiling down on you Wally, no question. Thank you, Jamie, for continuing to sift through her cookbook.

Boo Decor

Boo 🎃.

Elton John

Elton’s third “farewell” tour, 9.16.22.

Mom watching Elton John

I enjoyed gazing at my Mom more-so than Elton himself. Witnessing all of her glory in experiencing her very first concert at 74 years is a locked memory.

“This is the best night of my life!”, she wept.

Non Perishables for the long trail

The conglomeration of my non-perishables for the LT.

My Hair Journey

This is real life.

An album titled “Hair Journey” resides in my photo bank.

I am finding my way.

And, no, that is not Jeff Daniels in the center.

That is me.

The trail f&$%!#@ my $#!! up.

Lucky bracelet from Wilderness Bob

And just when I felt far too incapable to take on Vermont alone, the bracelet that Wilderness Bob made for me fell into my lap during my hike prep. Right out of my mesh Sawyer Squeeze sack. He crafted it for me out of repurposed Paracord in Pearisburg, VA, and it kept residence on my wrist until I summited Mama K.

And now, will see me through the Long Trail.

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