The Mary Badass

My tent in the Chihuahan Desert You become really aware of how much packaging surrounds the food we buy when you have to carry all your trash on your back for days. In fact, you become aware of the weight of everything. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t wonder what else I can…

People keep asking me if I am afraid to be on the trail alone. Yes, I am leery of grizzly bears, icy snowfields, and raging rivers, but my experience driving across country last May was as scary as a lot of things I encounter on the trail. When I hit the deer I thought the…

By Mary Anderson For a long time I ate no meat, and for a while I was a total vegan. Then I lived on a tiny island near Labrador, Canada, and I realized that being a vegan was not only impractical there, it went against my mammalian nature. If I was to really survive in…

I continue to be surprised at how many different ways something can be viewed. When I meet someone hiking down a mountain while I am hiking up, they often tell me, “You’re almost to the top.” I’ve learned this can mean anything from one to three miles. I’ve passed hikers who tell me there is…

Being happy and feeling successful when finding a trail. Losing the trail ten steps later. Hooking up with Jenn, whom I had met on Facebook back in May, and hiking together for three days. Taking thirty photos in a day because the views were so spectacular. Watching a bald eagle soar overhead. Enjoying having sobo…

Anticipation is a funny thing. So often I anticipate something only to be disappointed when the event actually happens. Sometimes the anticipation is actually the more enjoyable part of the whole experience. But yesterday I knew my anticipation was well placed. I would not be disappointed, no matter what. I had not even seen the…

I thought it would be interesting to share a town day. In the old days, when people lived rurally on the farm, going to town was a big deal. Town days are still big events for many long-distance hikers, though to be honest I find them exhausting and a bit disconcerting. Sometimes I am eager…

I can tell what I am looking for by what I see. When I began hiking the southern half of the Continental Divide Trail last year, I often saw tents. They weren’t really there, but I saw them nevertheless. I was alone with no one to talk with for as long as ten days at…

By Mary Anderson Goals can be a great motivator, but they can also blind us to daily life. A company might achieve a goal at the expense of its workers. Some achieve career goals by not spending quality time with their children. Out here on the trail the goal of finishing can cause a hiker…

Walking the 3,100-mile Continental Divide Trail, one step at a time. I slowly and painfully lift my stiff body from a sitting position on the ground. I stare at my pack, willing it to levitate into position on my back. When that doesn’t work, I give a grunt and lift it into position, buckling and…