Cloistered Nomad

I sold my house yesterday.

My nomadic lifestyle has now begun in earnest.

I have the urge to enclose myself, to delve deep inside to discover my new self.
One safe and at home wherever I am in the World.

For tonight, though, I am grateful for the luscious bed at my friend’s B&B near the Appalachian Trail. I lean into the familiar lifestyle of a carefully furnished and decorated home. (Not like my own home ever was!)

Tomorrow, or maybe the next day
My roaming can begin.

Tonight
Homelife grounds me, assuring me that someone is home. read more

Regina’s Gear Lists: Summer Backpack Content

Regina’s Gear Lists
Backpack Contents for Summer

Trash compacter bag lining the pack
Pro-lite 3 Thermarest. ¾ length
Sleeping bag: Western Mountaineering 30 degree down bag
Extra clothing: fleece cap, long sleeve midweight thermal shirt, 1 pair smart wool socks, wind shirt,
Shelter: Custom homemade silnylon tarp with net tent liner (from Ray Way kit)
Backpacker’s Poncho for groundcloth and raingear
Cookset: 1qt stainless pot with lid, Pepsi can stove, 8 oz. denatured alcohol, foil windscreen, pot lifter
Food: 1-1.5 lbs per day
Wash bowl: Small zip-loc lidded bowl, small sponge, 1 oz. bottle of Dr. Bronner’s soap
Plastic trowel
Trekking poles
Water bottles: 3 liter capacity
Map, guidebook
Comfort Couch: 12”x14” piece of ensolite pad
Umbrella
Sunhat
First Aid Kit
1 oz. bottle hand lotion, 1 oz.Tecnu
2-3 plastic grocery bags for trash or bagging wet stuff read more

Nature’s Morning Symphony

It’s morning in a Virginia mountain forest. I’m awake at 6 a.m. listening to the sounds outside my tent. Melodic trills. Whining whistles. Urgent notes increasing from loud to piercing. Hollow pecking. Raucous scolding calls. Buzzing that whooshes past my ear. One propeller in the distance. I can just barely make out the hum of cars on a highway. Sharp Percussive hits rustle leaves on the forest floor. These sounds I recognize. I greet the birds by name whose voices are familiar. I rejoice that i didn’t set up my tarp under the tree that’s dropping nuts. I drift back into half sleep. read more

My Umbrella: A Room with a View

I Love My Gear!

My Umbrella is a Rainy Day Room With a View

Yesterday, I walked on Cold Mountain, VA, in a cloud. Rain drizzled down and visibility was

"My Room with a View"

about 20 feet. Yet, I was enjoying the walk, the view, and a visit to this magical place of beauty.  As I walked, I realized that my umbrella played a big part in my ability to embrace this moment in comfort  and joy.

When I first started backpacking, I thought that an umbrella would be about the dumbest thing I could bring.  Wouldn’t it get caught in branches along the trail?, I thought.  An umbrella is fragile and awkward! Umbrellas are for city streets, not trails!  It’s just not right! An umbrella is bulky and hard to pack. My list of reasons to leave the umbrella at home was long. read more