Sand Flies 02/28/2017 After a month off, I finally made my way back to the trail, back to nothing but walking, sweating, and eating my way to a lighter pack. I finally got away from the routine of waking up and trying to find work, away from the latest Trump tweet wreaking havoc across the media and Facebook, and away from the basic comforts I usually take for granted. I hitched a ride from Nelson, my hide out from the trail, down to St. Arnaud, a ski town situated between the Richmond Ranges and the Nelson Lakes
After a month off, I finally made my way back to the trail, back to nothing but walking, sweating, and eating my way to a lighter pack. I finally got away from the routine of waking up and trying to find work, away from the latest Trump tweet wreaking havoc across the media and Facebook, and away from the basic comforts I usually take for granted. I hitched a ride from Nelson, my hide out from the trail, down to St. Arnaud, a ski town situated between the Richmond Ranges and the Nelson Lakes
