The Butterfly

I awoke, skin clammy.




The milk in the refrigerator was warmish.




The clock on the microwave, flashing.




The planters housing my lemon trees, shattered.




And an oak lay in the driveway.




A storm. There had been a storm.




A biggun.




And my vehicle without functioning brake pads, was across town.




On foot, and unjuiced, I walked.




2 miles.




To Dunkin’ Donuts.




No, Denise was not on shift.




I charged my phone and battery pack over an Americano, utilizing a public electrical outlet, anticipating an elongated power outage on the homefront. And a fellow patron, on shift for Duquesne Light, asked how my day was. I told Jason that it was quite good, aside from my handicaps. He offered to drive me for ice, should I want to fill coolers at home to chill the perishables that were actively soiling in my unnelectrified refrigerator.

Jason.



Wait… An act of kindness paid to a complete stranger? After walking to a Dunkin’ Donuts? While I sat with my Anker Power Core married to the wall outlet next to a public restroom?




Was I on trail?



The symbolism was fierce.




The lessons of that beast are ingrained. I didn’t react, I responded to these inconveniences with gratitude for what was, and I invited the tales that the mystery of this upside down day would bring.




Instinctively.


Radical transformation requires radical trust in the unknown.
— Victoria Bauman



Delicious ambiguity, as Gilda Radner would say.

Life is our playground.

Play on.



This way of living is new for me. Tailspins replaced with acceptance.



A butterfly symbolizes change and transformation. The shedding of the old in exchange for new beauty. A metamorphosis.


The experience that you need is often the one that you didn’t expect.
— Dara S.

I wasn’t going to return to Trail Days this year. Been there, done that. 12 hours round trip for 36 hours of chaos. Nah, maybe next year. But when Wandering Cowboy made it too easy, I listened to my intuition. My guide. It said, “Go, Sarah.” He’d drive through Pittsburgh on his way to Damascus, Virginia from Columbus, ohio- scoop me up on Friday and replant me on Sunday.


An analytical mind only creates limits.


And there he was.


Dancing.


In the thick of the festivities of Trail Days, nonetheless to the Grateful Dead. He was alone. Unemcumbered. And not giving a shit. Just as I had left him.


We spent my 7th night on trail together. March 24th, 2021. At Low Gap Shelter. He exuded grit and confidence. Badassery. He had a story…but what was it? I didn’t know. I was intimidated of him. Of his trail wherewithal. All while my hands ironed out my bandana to use as a placement before placing my miniature corn muffins atop its clean cotton.


We silently judged one another for our blanketed differences. Perhaps he assumed that my placemat represented an entitlement, my aloofness. And I assumed that his nomadism, his precariousness.


But my interaction with Traveling Man had changed me. For he birthed a mindset within me that partnered me throughout each one of my miles north to Katahdin. “Your life is yours to carve, Sarah.”, his voice carried.


And I never saw him again.


Until Trail Days, 2022. At the foot of the stage that he was frocking upon.


I was sheepish to approach him. He flies high in the trail community. But I needed him to know that I finished. That I did it. Expecting him to have no recollection of our brief time together, I engaged him at the bonfire, “Traveling Man, I Serendipity. We…we met just past Gooch Gap last March…”


“Serendipity… I have asked about you, searched for you, in fact. I do remember you.”, he interjected.


He got it.


He’s been a teacher. He’s taught me that success is happiness. That the worst truth brings more peace than any artfully crafted lie. For it’s not the content, but the transparency that matters. That makes you feel safe. To keep my head where my hands are. To live.


That I was a butterfly.


Once in a while, you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
— Robert Hunter, for The Grateful Dead


Fate is defined as “the development of events beyond a person’s control.”


But we are active participants in our fate with our hands at play in each decision that we make. If we listen to our intuition, that is. Therefore, we may be ultimately responsible for our “nexts”.


Get quiet. Quiet is loud. Just listen.





I was shaking, perspiring in fact, as I approached the podium on May 21st, that I was sharing with Heather "Anish" Anderson. I was looking to her to guide me through my virgin experience in telling a crowd filled with strangers of my story. My truths. My vulnerabilities. My insecurities.



Sometimes we create our own disappointments through our expectations.



“Was I a joke? Why was I here? Is this laughable?”, I thought.



I was the opening act. The warm-up.



And immediately before I was called to take the mic, Jenny surfaced. “Sarah, I am a friend of your sister’s. She shared your blog with me last year…”, she introduced herself. Jenny went on to tell me that she had driven from South Carolina to hear me speak. Me. And no-one else. From South Carolina to Pennsylvania. I had changed her life through my shared experience, she explained.



And through my tears of gratitude, I advanced toward the stage with a confidence that only the universe could have provided. Through Jenny. And through Michelle, “I read your last blog post, and I said ‘Yes!!’, Sarah!”, she wrote. Michelle drove to Pine Grove Furnace from upstate New York, as a perfect stranger, in her commitment to saying “Yes” to fear. And Michelle camped in solitude for the first night in her life on the evening that I spoke.




Remember Sarah, “The experience that you need is the one that you didn’t expect.”




I trusted this in my moment of insecurity. I wasn’t supposed to be mentored by Heather. I was supposed to hold my own hand.




Because being strong is admitting that you feel weak.




Ask yourself, “What does it mean to be courageous in this moment?”. This particular moment. It can be as simple as admitting that you’re uncomfortably cold. As simple as saying, “I need to leave the party.” Or as complex as telling someone that you love them. Or that you don’t.




Be the change.



Don’t miss the opening act.




Be a butterfly.

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Family Grandmother

My Grandmother, my Aurora, shedded her life here on earth for a new beauty with our hands intertwined on May 26th. If you knew this angel, you were better for it. She’s my butterfly.

Family Grandmother Father Mother's Day

My father and his mother, Mother’s day, 2022.

Grandmother Death
Grandmother Rosary
Trail Days Damascus Virginia Appalachian Trail

Trail Days, 2022. Damascus, VA.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia Tent City Miss Janet

Miss Janet, an iconic trail angel.

Tent City Trail Days Bonfire Drumming

The drums surrounding the bonfire.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia Appalachian Trail
Solo Kirk Ward Robinson Final Notes From the Field

I first met Solo in Unionville, NY last summer. He noticed that I was feverishly typing on my bluetooth keyboard over beers at the local watering hole, off-trail, while others were free of obligation. He saw me. Now a mentor and forever friend, he’s just published his newest book, Final Notes From The Field. Grab yourself a copy, you’ll be better for it.

Damascus Diner Trail Days

Wandering Cowboy.

Mighty Blue Podcast Trail Days Damascus Virginia

Steve “Mighty Blue” Adams, interviewed me on the 303rd episode of his podcast, Mighty Blue on The Appalachian Trail, in December of 2021, and I was lucky enough to meet him in person at Trail Days.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia Parade
Trail Days Damascus Virginia

Deja Vu, Glitter, and I.

Nimblewill Nomad Trail Days Damascus Virginia

Nimblewill Nomad is the oldest person, at 83, to have completely hiked all 2,200 miles of the entire Appalachian Trail, a record that he set in 2021. He and I crossed paths in Virginia, Pennsylvania, and New Hampshire.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia

Hermes.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia Appalachian Trail

Hermes and Bushwack, walking once again through the arches of Damascus, a year after each of their successful thru hikes.

Trail Days Damascus Virginia Tramily

Hogman and Country Boy, brothers from Florida, and my supports through my first days alone on the trail. Having last seen each other in Northern Georgia, we bumped elbows at Trail days, embracing with sheer joy in our accomplishments and reconnection.

Trail Days Thru Hikers Damascus Virginia
Trail Days Damascus Virginia
Tent City Trail Days Damascus Virginia

Tent city.

Trail Days Damascus Diner
Damascus Diner Breakfast Trail Days

Hands down, my favorite trail town meal over 2,200 miles- Damascus Diner’s egg sammich, scrambled egg with mayo and tomato on homemade grilled sourdough.

Damascus Diner Breakfast Trail Days Tramily

Amethyst.

Damascus Virginia Trail Days Appalachian Trail

Main Street, Damascus, blazed as the trail runs right through town.

Damascus Diner Trail Days Trail Magic

Wandering Cowboy and I treated this hungry hiker to breakfast at the diner after giving him a lift from Abingdon.

Family Shippensburg

Mom and Dad drove to Pine Grove for my talk!

Shippensburg Friends Audiovisual Crew

Bryan and Front-Back-Fanny-Pack on my AV crew!

Heather Anderson Anish Gossamer Gear

“Anish”.

Heather Anderson Anish Words From The Wild

Heather takes the podium.

Ironmasters Mansion Hostel Pine Grove

Ang, the first friend that I met at The University of Pittsburgh, lives a stones throw from the Appalachian Trail museum. My time spent there has allowed for us to have much time together after 20 years of living across the state from one another. The trail continues to provide.

Ironmasters Mansion Hostel Appalachian Trail

Meet Nan, a fellow museum volunteer, and the oldest woman to hike the Appalachian Trail in 2014, at the age of 74.

Big Hill Ciderworks

Becky and Julie at the after-event.

Big Hill Ciderworks

Ben, owner and proprietor of Big Hill Ciderworks, Gardners, PA.

Big Hill Ciderworks Appalachian Trail

Addie (you rock!), Michelle (virgin tenter), and Jenny (South Carolina trekker), all perfect strangers who I’ve gotten to know through their following of my blog. Incredible to have spent time with each of you in person ladies, and thank you for showing up for me, XO!

I needed you.

Big Hill Ciderworks Thru Hiker

Debbie and Buddha.

Big Hill Ciderworks Thru Hiker Trail Magic

Meet “Cider", who woke up that morning as Graem, but after accepting our offering of trail magic in a lift to the ciderworks and tortellini alfredo, we giveth his trail name!

Pine Grove Furnace Half Gallon Challenge General Store

The AT museum sits in Pine Grove Furnace State Park, the half-way point of the trail. Here, at the General Store, the “Half-Gallon Challenge” takes place as hikers pass through- an attempt to ingest a half gallon of ice cream, at the half-way point, in a half hour.

Pine Grove Furnace Resupply Half Gallon Challenge General Store

A typical resupply at the General Store.

Pine Grove Furnace Half Gallon Challenge General Store
Appalachian Trail Museum Pine Grove Furnace State Park

The trail passes through the lawn of the museum.

Appalachian Trail Conservancy Thru Hiker NOBO

I met Sheppard as he was passing through Northbound from Georgia during a volunteer shift, he is now approaching New England!

Benton MacKaye Appalachian Trail Museum

The Benton MacKaye exhibit opened in the fall of 2021. Benton was an American forester, planner, and conservationist, and is best known as the originator of the Appalachian Trail.

Appalachian Trail Museum

The AT museum is a non-profit that depends completely on memberships and contributions. Consider joining The AT Museum Society or making a contribution!

Earl Shaffer Shelter Appalachian Trail Museum

The original Earl Shaffer Shelter, built in the 1960’s, resides on the museum’s second level.

Trace Brewery Pittsburgh

Trace beer and Tikka Masala with Delucia.

Coffee Heirloom

This mug, from Salvay, New York, belonged to my great grandparents.

Jewelry Heirloom

“A” for Aurora.

Chartiers Valley High School Soccer Indiana Wesleyan

Congratulations to Mackenzie Minney as she leaves the nest for Indiana Wesleyan University to continue her soccer career!

Indiana Wesleyan University Family

Kelly and B.J., twinning!

Selfie Headshot
Cousins Generations

First cousins, minus James, celebrating Gram’s life.

Friends Roommates College Wine

Diesel, my college roommate turned sister, drove in from Columbus, Ohio unannounced to share in all of Gram’s services and toast to her beautiful life.

Family Cousins Rollerskates

Layla.

Appalachian Trail Museum Serendipity

During a volunteer shift at the AT museum, Steve entered. Steve shared with me that it was his second time visiting the museum. His first, last fall, when he met a thru hiker named “Serendipity” who was driving back from Mount Katahdin. She was from Pittsburgh, as was he.

“Steve, that was me.”, I exclaimed!

Serendipity.

Appalachian Trail Museum Volunteers Docents

Meet Jeff, Sandy, Jerry, and Ed, fellow museum docents.

Appalachian Trail Museum Ridge Runner

Meet “Junker”, with over 14,000 trail miles.

Shippensburg Friends Summer

My stays with Ang and her family between docent shifts make my stints in Shippensburg while volunteering at the museum all of the sweeter. Ang and I discuss work-life balance and the varied definitions of “success”, agreeing that time and experiences are the front runners.

Shippensburg Road Serendipity

This downed tree was preventing me from getting to the museum, only 2 miles North, in time to open its doors. When…is that a bird?…is that a plane?…no just two arborists that pulled up behind me, saving me from a 30+ mile reroute.

Sweet, sweet serendipity.

Appalachian Trail Museum Thru Hiker NOBO

Dogfish, AT NOBO Class of 2022.

Trail Magic Shippensburg Road Appalachian Trail

On June 9th, I walked into Dennis and Marie’s cheeseburger magic while day hiking in central Pennsylvania, just as I did on July 9th, 2021 as I was approaching the half-way point on my thru hike. My, what a year will bring…

Register Trail Magic Appalachian Trail Shippensburg

I was able to find my signage on the register that they keep from year to year!

Appalachian Trail Altras Pennsylvania

Felt good to be home.

White Blazes Appalachian Trail Pennsylvania

I introduced Ang, Mason, and Hannah to my white blazes.

Mountain Laurel Appalachian Trail Pennsylvania

And in the quiet, there was Mountain Laurel.

Appalachian Trail Museum

Meet Jay, the treasurer of the Appalachian Trail museum. We shared stories of our love of the hike.

Appalachian Trail Museum Half Gallon Challenge

And in walked Brad Kohler, a fellow Montour High School grad, passing through Pine Grove on his very own thru. The night before, the General Store was vandalized and out of operation, keeping him from his monumental ice cream challenge! Serendipity would have it that Greg was also volunteering this day and had…ice cream in his van. So Brad scored a personal, and more memorable, challenge to remember. The trail provides.

Appalachian Trail Museum Youth

Local children immersing themselves in the new 3-D trail exhibit.

Appalachian Trail Museum

Meet Greg and Rich, friends, but more like brothers. I was a sponge to their knowledge of writing, publishing, and personal experience.

Roundhill AT Fest B Chord Brewery Green Tunnel Podcast

And then I was off to the The Roundhill Appalachian Trail Festival, hosted by B Chord Brewing, where I had the absolute pleasure of representing the AT museum with fellow volunteers, Jessie and Mills. The conversation was fierce and real connection was had. Mills artfully hosts a podcast about the history of the Appalachian Trail, The Green Tunnel. Tune in, educate yourself to this uniquely well told story of our nation’s first footpath.

Which brought me to The Fisher’s for the night!

Benton MacKaye Roundhill AT Fest

Meet Benton. This lil’ guy was named after Benton MacKaye!

Roundhill AT Fest B Chord Brewery Painting
Live Music at B Chord Brewery Roundhill AT Fest
B Chord Brewery Etsy
Bears Den Hostel Bluemont Virginia

And then to my happy place, my favorite hostel on the AT, Bear’s Den, Blumont, Virginia. In September of 2020, Katie and I sat in their bunk room before heading out on our long section of Northern Virginia, when I Googled, “How much does it cost to hike the Appalachian Trail?”.

I had an itch that I simply couldn’t shake.

Bears Den Hostel Bluemont Virginia

Glenn (proprietor), Smiley, NashVegas, and Crow.

Bears Den Hostel Bluemont Virginia

Meet Lance. Lance does work-for-stay at Bear’s Den, and we connected over pancakes last summer on my thru. I now had the chance to share with him, the impact that he had on me, when he told me that I had just hit the 1,000 mile mark and “knew what to do.”

Bears Den Hostel Bluemont Virginia

Archives from 2021, proving to Lance, his impact on me.

Horseshoe Curve Acoustic Snickers Gap Virginia
Toaks Camping Bears Den Hostel Hiker Trash

Bullet forgot his coffee mug. Nothing that a sheared Coors Light can can’t handle.

Bears Den Hostel Tenting Skida
Bears Den Hostel Thru Hiker NOBO

NashVegas.

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Bullet, Rosie, Wallflower, and I met at Snicker’s Gap for trail magic, supporting this year’s hikers, as we were supported last year.

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Meet Baffles, hello Domino’s!

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Daytona and Fisherman.

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Meet Cargo, who started in Key West, hiking 1,300 miles before reaching the Southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail in Georgia. This hike will complete his Triple Crown!

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Longhorn, from the U.K.

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia
Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia

Bullet loves him some Wallflower.

Trail Magic Snickers Gap Appalachian Trail Virginia
Bear Chase Brewery Ray Cheselka

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Motivational Speaking South Fayette Library

I was asked to speak at the South Fayette Library. Say “Yes.”

Carnegie Park

It’s Miller time!

Carnegie Park

The littles of my people.

Carnegie Park

Congratulations, Lexi Jones, on your future hockey career at Nazareth!

Carnegie Park

C, where did the time go? My bestie has beautiful babies!

Shenandoah National Park

Kelly Cannon and crew in the Shenny’s!

Dicks Creek Gap Appalachian Trial Georgia

Gail Corbett, a mentor and close friend of mine, found her legs at Dick’s Creek Gap in Georgia. You fill me with sheer joy!

Dips has went vinyl! Thank you, TM.

Remember when I didn’t have electricity? Nor a vehicle? Then came Marissa.

Trust the process.

Pappa Duke motors on!

Take the time. The time to visit with the folks that mean something to you. Put down your phone and show up at their door.

Pacific Crest Trail Thru Hiker High Sierras

And my gurl!

President is fiercely owning the PCT! Currently at mile 1090.8, she’s made it through the Sierra’s folks! Ice axe, sent HOME, and her light is shining brightly!

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