![]() Senator Tim Kaine will be joining us at the festival to talk about and sign his memoir about "a life outdoors." Between 2019 and 2021, Kaine hiked the length of Virginia's A.T., rode more than 300 miles of the Blue Ridge on his bike and paddled the James River from its headwaters to the Bay. This is a story of Kaine's great love of the outdoors and the space it gave him to reflect on his life and public service. We'll have books on hand to sell (sales benefit our festival) and to have signed at 1:30pm in Hillsboro's Old Stone School auditorium. Here's a preview of what's in store for you in the senator's memoir: From the prologue of WALK RIDE PADDLE: A Life Outdoors, by Tim Kaine: This book is an account of three journeys I undertook deep into Virginia nature from May 2019 through October 2021. I planned the multiyear experience in 2018 to commemorate turning sixty and reaching twenty-five years in public life. What I didn’t know when I hatched the plan was that the adventure would coincide with two impeachment trials, a pandemic killing more than a million people in the United States and causing global economic meltdown, a violent attack on the Capitol with the intent to overturn the 2020 presidential election, and racial justice protests sparked by the murder of George Floyd and others. As a senator, I was in the middle of all of it. I kept a journal each of the seventy-six days I was hiking, cycling, and canoeing across Virginia. Afterward, I added notes on each trip and planned the next portion. Each chapter is about the day’s journey, the history—both human and natural—of the places I traversed, conversations with companions and passersby, memories of earlier trips, and thoughts occurring to me along the way. The journal became an organic reflection of the extraordinary events occurring in America during the years of the journey. That daily turmoil filled my thoughts and came to play a larger part of the narrative than I would have predicted when I began. But the time in Virginia’s wilderness also proved a balm for the chaos I was living. Along the way, I’ve learned much about Virginia, America, nature, other people, and myself. I’ve resisted the temptation to revise sections of the journal based on what I now know about how these events played out. Instead, this is a real-time reflection of how I experienced these events, with only the knowledge I had at the moment, never sure what I would see around the next bend. Even now—more than at any time in my life—I’m not sure what I will see around the next bend. --Senator Tim Kaine
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"Take a Walk on the Wild Side," our invitational art show, features the work of four artists whose work is inspired by the natural world: Jess Sauder, Laura Partain, Mike Wurman and Rhianna Wurman. We asked each of them to share some particular "wild side" spot they love. ![]() Jess Sauder So many beautiful things, so many wonderful places! I have different places that I frequent when I’m looking to enjoy specific things. One wooded neighborhood trail guarantees woodpeckers, turtles and mushrooms, another nearby trail holds numerous varieties of native woodland flowers that I'm slowly learning to identify. When it rains, there’s a place I go off-trail to enjoy the water flowing in the stream bed. But at Beaverdam Reservoir Trail (now a part of the newly opened Reservoir Park), I always see a bit of everything I love: rocks, birds, water, moss, trees, flowers and wildlife. I’ve glimpsed Barred Owls, seen Great Blue Herons, Ospreys, Bald Eagles, and Belted Kingfishers in addition to songbirds and waterfowl. Plus, turtles, foxes, snakes, flowers, butterflies, and more moss-covered rocks. I spotted my first pair of Tufted Titmice there—saw their big eyes and expressive head-tilts up close (which inspired the painting). Every time I head out for a hike I go with anticipation—wondering what I'll see this time—and I’m never disappointed. What beauty surrounds us! —Jess Sauder ![]() Laura Partain A place that I love that stands out is Isle Royale. In 2022, I spent 10 days on the island backpacking. Technically part of Michigan, Isle Royale is an archipelago with one dominant island in the middle of Lake Superior, closer to Canada than the states. You can only get there by a 3+ hour ferry ride, or a sea plane. There are no cars, and only one small lodge at the island's east end. It is mostly a backpacker's park. Its mixed forest contains a boreal forest on one end and a mixed deciduous forest on the other. Peppered through the main island are remote hiking trails, swamps, surprisingly challenging terrain with small mountains, hills, and cliffs, and, most famously, moose and wolves. It is also home to the longest running predator-prey study in the world, which began in the 1950s. While I heard wolves at night and saw their scat and paw prints, I never saw them. This was my first time hiking around moose. I was fairly nervous. One day when I was hiking into the evening, my chances of seeing one were greater. Rounding a corner, I saw a massive bull moose in a swamp. I was entirely in awe and also terrified. It didn't take me but a second later to realize he was way more afraid of me, than I was of him. The moment he caught wind of me, he crashed through the marsh and back into the woods. I was amazed, if not a little terrified by his sheer size. Eventually I became desensitized and used to seeing them. In ten days, I saw seven bull moose. On my last day before taking the ferry back to the mainland, I saw my final moose. He was close enough to get a good photograph with the telephoto lens I had on my 35mm camera. Isle Royale is also known as The Good Place, or “Minong”, by the Grand Portage Band of Lake Superior Chippewa. It is that—and more. —Laura Partain ![]() Mike Wurman There are many beautiful spots I’ve encountered, each noteworthy in its own way, but the one that means the most to me is Max Patch, located on the Tennessee/North Carolina border along the Appalachian Trail. During an afternoon stroll across its summit in May of 2014, after I had quit my brief career as an artist, I was overcome with emotions and a deep desire to pick up my pencil and draw again. It was also on that day that I received the call to hike the trail itself. That day changed my life and sent me on a journey down an unknown path that continues to this day. —Mike Wurman ![]() Rhianna Wurman Living in Asheville, NC, for the last 12 years, I’ve had the great pleasure of discovering the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains and their scenic overlooks, waterfalls and hiking trails. Every time I set foot on a trail, it’s like medicine for the body and soul. One place that refreshes and inspires me, time and time again, is Sam’s Knob Trail on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I’ve witnessed many gorgeous mountain sunsets, enjoyed picnics next to streaming waterfalls, and looked up to a sky full of stars. Its impact stays with me, and I hope to have many more adventures there. --Rhianna Wurman ![]() This guest blog comes to us from festival volunteer, realtor and hike leader Michele Condon, who will moderate a "Favorite Day Hike" panel discussion at the festival. Michele founded and leads the LoCo Happy Trails women's hiking group here in Loudoun County. LoCo Happy Trails will be at the festival all day; stop by their tent to learn more about what hikes the group has planned. Finding My Way: How the Trail Led Me to a Sisterhood There’s something about standing on a mountaintop or hearing the crunch of leaves beneath your boots that makes the noise of life fade away. For as long as I can remember, the trail has been my refuge. Since I was a kid, hiking has always been the place where I felt most like myself—wild, free, peaceful, and grounded all at once. The trail has carried me through every chapter of my life, offering me not only beauty and challenge but a deep, quiet sense of belonging. And during the chaos of the pandemic, it was the trail that called me back once again. I remember it vividly—sitting on a rocky overlook at Bear’s Den, watching the sun dip low over the Blue Ridge. The sky was painted in those warm Virginia hues, and I felt this moment of stillness wash over me. But there was also a tug in my heart. I couldn’t shake the thought: Are there other women out there who feel like I do? Lonely. Bored. Longing for fresh air, connection, and maybe just a little laughter after all the heaviness of the world. That’s when the idea for LoCo Happy Trails was born. It started as a simple thought: a women’s hiking group where we could just be. No judgment. No experience required. Just women supporting women, one trail at a time. I wanted to create a space where we could laugh, cry, get a little muddy and feel strong together. I’d always heard women say, “I’d love to hike, but I’m scared to go alone.” Or, “I wouldn’t even know where to start!” Some didn’t know what to wear or feared getting lost. And I thought: Let me help. Let me show you. Because the trail belongs to all of us. LoCo Happy Trails isn’t just about hiking; it’s about building confidence, deep friendships, and unforgettable memories under the open sky. It’s about becoming "trail sisters"— women who lift each other up, who cheer each other on up steep climbs and through life’s valleys. We’ve shared stories, laughter, and tears on these trails. We’ve watched the sunrise and faced our fears. We’ve walked through forests and come out stronger. There is nothing quite like the healing power of nature. And there is everything to be said for the strength of a community of women who believe in each other. If you’ve ever felt unsure, or scared, or just needed someone to walk beside you — this group is for you. Hiking changed my life, and now I get to watch it change the lives of other women, too. And that… that is the greatest joy of all. Come find your happy place with us. —Michele Condon ![]() Nestled in the scenic heart of Loudoun County, Virginia, Catoctin Creek Distilling Company stands as a testament to craftsmanship and community. Founded in 2009 by Scott and Becky Harris, the distillery is celebrated for its organic and kosher spirits, including the award-winning Roundstone Rye. But, beyond their distilling expertise, the Harrises share a deep appreciation for the natural beauty surrounding their Purcellville home. Just a short drive from the distillery lies the Bears Den and Ravens Rocks Trails, a couple popular hiking paths that meander through the woodlands of Loudoun County, Virginia. These trails offer hikers a moderate challenge with elevations ranging from 600 to 1,760 feet, providing panoramic views and a rich tapestry of flora and fauna. The dense forest canopy and diverse ecosystems make it a haven for birdwatchers and nature enthusiasts alike. Scott, in particular, has a keen interest in birding. His passion for observing local avian species aligns perfectly with the opportunities the Appalachian region offers. The varied habitats along the trail attract a multitude of bird species, making each hike a unique experience for enthusiasts like Scott. For those visiting Catoctin Creek Distillery, the combination of savoring handcrafted spirits and exploring the nearby Appalachian Trail provides a perfect blend of local culture and natural beauty. Whether you're an avid hiker, a budding birdwatcher, or simply someone looking to connect with nature, the Harrises' favorite pastime offers an enriching experience that complements their dedication to quality and community. So, lace up your hiking boots, bring along your binoculars, and embark on a journey through the landscapes that Scott and Becky Harris cherish. Their passion for both distilling and the outdoors invites you to discover the harmonious balance between craftsmanship and nature. ![]() This blog comes to us from our Executive Director Caroline Murray. Our festival and nonprofit only exist because of people who care deeply about the A.T. and all our green spaces. We asked Caroline to tell us a little about her journey to the Loudoun Appalachian Trail Festival. It’s no exaggeration to say that I do not know where I would be without the Appalachian Trail. When we started our thru-hike, my then-boyfriend Chris and I were joyfully under-employed adventure bums working at REI. When we finished our hike, we were joyfully under-employed adventure bums who had lucked our way into a live-in caretaker position at the Blackburn Trail Center, located outside of Round Hill in Loudoun County. And, though we try to pose as functional adults these days, most days I still feel like just an adventure bum in disguise. (I won’t speak for Chris.) Chris and I didn’t plan a thru-hike like most people. One snowy February day we had to walk the five or so miles to work. (Unplowed roads aren’t going to stop REI customers!) As we walked, we were riding high on those winter wonderland vibes, and we both had the same thought: If we like walking together this much, why don’t we go for a really long walk? I knew Chris had always wanted to thru-hike, and I had always believed that thru-hikers had a few screws loose. But working at REI, we were suddenly in a world where our coworker and friend circle included several of those crazy thru-hikers. Thru-hiking still seemed crazy, but a good kind of crazy. Most people take more than six weeks to plan their thru-hikes, but we were young with no real obligations. There was no mortgage, no kids in school—and, heck, we didn’t even have internet to cancel. Working at REI for a couple years had given us the chance to amass most of the gear we needed, and what we didn’t have we could wrangle on good employee discounts. Chris’s aunt and uncle even lived in Dahlonega, the trail town nearest to the A.T.’s southern terminus. (Not many folks can boast of a homecooked last meal before hitting the trail!) There’s no way to do a thru-hike justice in one blog post. We had good days and we learned some hard lessons. We met other hikers and formed deep, immediate friendships. We suffered through persistent rains, when my shoes stayed wet for so long that I got trench foot. I ate pints of ice cream while sitting on the curbs outside innumerable grocery stores. The Trail forced me up mountains in howling thunderstorms. It made me hitchhike for rides with strangers on a regular basis. It gave me the most memorable sunrises of my life. Generous trail angels appeared and gave us sodas, pancake breakfasts, spaghetti dinners and pies. I discovered my limit for time between showers (which I would never publicly divulge). Chris and I discovered we still really liked these stinky, feral versions of each other. We got stronger every day through hiking and we got very, very tired. We shuffled around camp with our friends in the morning, feet contorted with plantar fasciitis. When I look at my pictures from New Hampshire and Maine, I can now see I lost so much weight that my face was sunken. I simply couldn’t carry enough food to keep up with the effort. Most people don’t end a thru-hike in the best shape of their lives; they end it creaky and starving. Standing at the northern terminus on Mt. Katahdin, surrounded by mountains in all directions, the idea that you have to stop here is absurd. Why not walk on to that peak, or the next or the next? But the whole endeavor is pretty ridiculous to start with, and we didn’t make the rules. So, after lingering at the summit as long as possible, we headed back down the mountain as official thru-hikers. Trail memoirs will tell you what it’s like to hike the trail, but few talk about what comes after. Thru-hikers think they’ll "find themselves," or discover some new direction in life. Or healing, or a clean break. The Trail seems unfathomably long—surely, we’ll have time to figure everything out before the end! But, even if you take a few steps toward finding yourself on the trail, there will come one unremarkable day when you find you’ve run out of miles to hike. The unfathomably long trail ends. We took the plunge back into society with a four-hour flight home, across a distance that took us five months to hike. It was surreal to watch the spine of the Appalachians out of the window as we flew from Bangor, Maine, back to Chris’s family in Greenville, South Carolina, knowing that we had walked the terrain that spread out below us. After the adventure of a lifetime we quickly found ourselves back where we started, working at REI again and readjusting to the oddities of “normal life.” A thousand things seemed bizarre. It took a while to get used to traveling in a car again—they’re alarmingly faster than the two-m.p.h. pace we’d been keeping on foot. I even remember an odd feeling of frustration, like a toddler, when I would have to wait to find a bathroom to pee. (You never have to hold it long when the whole woods are your bathroom.) After a thru-hike, everything changes and nothing changes. There’s a Zen proverb I still think about every day: “Before enlightenment: Chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment: Chop wood, carry water.” Or as Jack Kornfield put it, “After the ecstasy, the laundry.” The real challenge in having a profound, life-changing experience is finding a way to hold onto that experience and allow its impact to trickle into your daily life. I think every thru-hiker hopes that the trail experience realigns something inside of them. I didn’t know it at the time, but now, fourteen years after my thru-hike, I can see the ways in which my Appalachian Trail journey continued after my hike ended at Katahdin. Working for the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club brought me to this corner of Loudoun County, and I haven’t left since. This is where my kids are growing up, and the Trail is now shaping their childhoods. I’m blessed to live less than ten minutes from a trail crossing and a quarter of a mile from the biggest trail festival in the area, which some beautiful people have somehow let me direct this year! I’m forever indebted to the Trail for my life today. On its 100th anniversary this year, it’s awe-inspiring to think of the thousands of people whose lives have been touched by the trail. Happy birthday, Appalachian Trail! Many happy returns. —Caroline Murray ![]() Visit Loudoun returns as a "Trailblazer" sponsor of the Loudoun Appalachian Trail Festival. In this guest blog, Visit Loudoun shares favorite county hiking spots. For suggestions on places to stop after these hikes, see their recommendations here. The Best Hikes and Trails in Loudoun From the woodland paths and riverfront views of Algonkian Regional Park and Ball’s Bluff Battlefield to the ups and downs of The Rollercoaster section of the world-famous Appalachian Trail, accessible at Bears Den Overlook, Loudoun is a playground for the active and energetic. Add in the paved Washington & Old Dominion (W&OD) Railroad Regional Park, the narrowest park in Virginia, that perfectly bisects the county east to west, and you have a slate of hikes and trails to suit both the serious and leisure enthusiast. It’s time to hit the trail. Waterfront POTOMAC HERITAGE TRAIL. This trail serves as a central point for 15 miles of riverfront parks in Loudoun. Located in Sterling, the trail encompasses portions of Algonkian Regional Park, Bles Park and Bazil Newman Riverfront Park. Hike, bike or paddle your way to different trail sites in Loudoun! Learn more about the trails and what activities are available to you here. ALGONKIAN REGIONAL PARK. Algonkian Regional Park features 838 acres of outdoor adventure with paved and natural surface hiking trails. The trails run through wooded areas and open fields and expand into cliffs with beautiful views of the Potomac River. There are 12 rustic winterized rental cabins within the park if you want to hang around for blazing sunsets or bright sunrises. Dogs on leashes are most welcome. BALL’S BLUFF BATTLEFIELD REGIONAL PARK. Located on high banks above the Potomac River north of Leesburg, this regional park contains one of the smallest National Cemeteries in the nation, burial place of soldiers who died in the infamous Battle of Ball’s Bluff on October 21st, 1861. The park offers a one-mile hiking trail with interpretive signs, which take you through open ground, past the cemetery through woodland to high bluffs overlooking the river and spectacular views all around. BAZIL NEWMAN RIVERFRONT PARK. With more than 100 acres of open parkland nestled on the banks of the Potomac River, Bazil Newman Riverfront Park is where land meets water. Walk along the woodland trails to gain access to the Potomac and Goose Creek. The park also has a flowing river for canoeing and kayaking activities. It’s the one stop shop for outdoor adventure. RESERVOIR PARK TRAIL. Part of the NOVA Parks system, this park and reservoir sprawls across 600 acres with a winding six-mile circular trail along its shore and through dense woodland. You’re in the suburbs but a world away. Accessible year-round, the trail is primarily used for walking and nature trips; dogs are allowed but must be kept on a leash. There is also kayaking, canoeing, paddle boarding and fishing, the lake stocked with several species of bass and trout. Cast from the banks or hop into a non-gas boat to get the big ones out in the middle. A Virginia fishing license is required. Land THE APPALACHIAN TRAIL. Make your way to Bears Den off Route 7 in the Blue Ridge Mountains above Bluemont and hike the short but strenuous Loudoun stretch of the Appalachian Trail – known as Virginia’s Rollercoaster. Bear’s Den has spectacular views from high rocks of the Shenandoah Valley to the west, pine trees all around. On the other side of Route 7, above Round Hill, the trail leads you down the mountain along a set of stones that form a natural staircase leading to the Blackburn Trail Center log cabins. A rustic 1910-built lodge, it’s a refreshment station for hikers and available for rent outside of peak season. Nearby, Dirt Farm Brewing has dedicated 3.5 miles of wooded trail at a 400-foot elevation overlooking the breweries farmland. HAL AND BERNI HANSON REGIONAL PARK. Tucked away in southeast Loudoun near Brambleton is the massive Hal and Berni Hanson Regional Park. You can hike, walk or bike paved and natural trails at this 257-acre regional park. Beyond hiking, the park has no shortage of multipurpose athletic fields including four pickleball/tennis courts, two turf fields and four baseball/softball fields. BANSHEE REEKS NATURE PRESERVE. This little-known, 725-acre nature preserve south of Leesburg features more than 20 miles of marked trails through dense woodland in the rolling valleys along Goose Creek. Hikers can see diverse forest wildlife and plant life. To assist in preservation in 2016, goats from Willowsford Farm were guided through the preserve to manage unwanted vegetation. WASHINGTON & OLD DOMINION RAILROAD REGIONAL PARK. Probably the best-known trail in the county, this 45-mile park – the narrowest in Virginia – runs from Sterling in the east to Purcellville out west on the bed of the Washington & Old Dominion Railroad. While you can horseback ride it in sections, it’s best for cycling or hiking, particularly the flat stretch between Hamilton and Purcellville, beautiful farm fields all around. —Visit Loudoun mag ![]() This guest blog comes to us from Mills Kelly, author of Virginia's Lost Appalachian Trail. Historian and lifelong hiker Kelly will join us at the festival this year to share a bit of his current project: A Hiker's History of the Appalachian Trail, a comprehensive chronicle of the A.T. told through the experiences of individual hikers. When you go on a hike on the Appalachian Trail, what do you bring to eat? If you’re just out for a few hours or maybe for the day, you probably packed some energy bars, maybe some fresh or dried fruit and something snacky like trail mix or a candy bar. If you’re backpacking, you might have some freeze-dried meals, some oatmeal, some jerky and lots of energy bars, trail mix, or other high carb, high protein snacks. But if you were hitting the trail in the 1930s, '40s or '50s, you almost certainly brought along some onion sandwiches—two buttered slices of bread and a nice, juicy slice of fresh onion. For my forthcoming book, A Hiker’s History of the Appalachian Trail ), I researched what foods hikers brought with them in their packs over the decades, and some of what I found was quite a surprise. Ever since I started seeing onion sandwiches on hiker “grub lists” from the 1920s to the '60s, I wondered if anyone I know had ever eaten one, much less taken such a sandwich with them on the trail. I asked around and the closest I got was one friend who told me that her grandmother used to eat them for lunch on Saturdays. As far as hikers are concerned, onion sandwiches have gone the way of the dinosaur. But what about bacon? If you’ve ever camped at an Appalachian Trail shelter, there's a reasonable chance that you woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling in a pan either at the shelter or in someone’s tent site. I think it’s fair to say that long distance hikers get their bacon fixes in restaurants near the trail, but until at least the 1960s, they were advised to bring large slabs of bacon with them on their treks. How did they keep that bacon from greasing up their packs, especially in warm weather? Simple! Abercrombie & Fitch, which used to be America’s most important supplier of outdoor gear, sold something called a “pork bag” that hikers used to keep all that grease at bay. And then there was “Dynamite Soup.” Over and over, I kept seeing references to this soup in the hiker advice literature. But despite my best efforts, I couldn’t find any trace of it in product catalogs or old advertisements. Like a small pebble in my hiking shoe, not knowing what Dynamite Soup was annoyed me. As things often go in the archives, I found the answer when I wasn’t looking for it. A couple of years ago, I was reading the correspondence of one of the founders of the Appalachian Trail and in a letter to a friend, he laid it all out for me: "One of our mainstays is [a] soup or stew that is not always above suspicion. With a basis of a handful of rice we add any dehydro vegetables in sight, especially onions, and a stick of Erbswurst, also know from its appearance and its (later) explosive qualities, as dynamite soup—with a little slab of chopped bacon and anything else that is lying around camp." So there it was, “dynamite” because it was gas-inducing. I’m not sure how I didn’t think of that in the first place. What hikers ate “back in the day” is just one of the many ways the hiker experience on the Appalachian Trail has changed over the past 100 years. Gear, the environment, the trail’s route—all are very different today. The A.T. is always changing, as are the hikers who put one foot in front of another heading north or south. Here’s hoping that onion sandwiches never come back. --Mills Kelly ![]() This guest blog comes to us from one of our returning "Trailblazer" sponsors: Old Dominion Land Conservancy. We thank ODLC for their continued support of our festival—and for their work to protect our green spaces. Scenic open space and farmland are constantly under threat of development throughout Northern Virginia. Land trusts, like Old Dominion Land Conservancy (ODLC), seek to work with landowners to protect these imperiled lands in perpetuity via conservation easement or land donations. We look to protect arable farmland, forests, riparian and wetland habitat, historic or heritage properties and scenic assets such as the Appalachian Trail viewshed. ODLC partners with landowners who are interested in preserving these vital resources not just for their benefit, but for future generations to enjoy. “We are blessed to have the Appalachian Trail in our backyard, and protecting the view from the trail is vitally important. This makes the work of conserving land along the trail one of our highest priorities," explains ODLC Executive Director Henry Stribling. Last year, ODLC worked with landowners to protect 436 acres of land in Northern Virginia with conservation easements. This included more than 110 acres of hardwood forest and 100 acres of active farmland within Loudoun County. Over the years ODLC has worked to protect close to 40 properties within the Appalachian Trail viewshed or with direct access to the trail. In addition to this, many of our projects have enabled ODLC to protect in perpetuity almost seven miles of Potomac River frontage and portions of many key tributaries within Chesapeake Bay watershed throughout Northern Virginia. Since 2008, ODLC has partnered with landowners to preserve over 21,000 acres of land via conservation easement. 2025 also offers ODLC the opportunity to begin management of a donated 58-acre property bordering the G. Richard Thompson Wildlife Management Area. This property was neglected for many years and has been overwhelmed by invasive species. Additionally, much of the forest on the property is filled with dying ash and oak trees while the underbrush and trails have been taken over by green briar. We have work planned with our summer interns and local volunteers to reestablish the trails present on the property and establish a pollinator garden with bee hives. We look forward to improving this property for the benefit of the local community and future generations. --Geoffrey Nichols, Old Dominion Land Conservancy ![]() Based in Music City, USA, Laura Partain's skills behind her camera and with her subjects have earned her a coveted place within the fabric of Nashville's creative community and beyond. With a career spanning 17 years Partain has had everyone from celebrity musicians to Midwest farmers in front of her lens. Her journey to the Appalachian Trail, which runs through her home state for roughly 75 miles, was years in the making. Here's a guest blog from Laura: Thru hikers always talk about “the big three" (pack, shelter, sleeping bag), but I had a fourth—my camera. As a professional photographer of 17 years and an avid hiker, it occurred to me that there might be a story for me to explore on the A.T. In the Spring of 2024 I put my freelance career on hold, packed up one of my cameras, and began my long walk to Maine. Taking inspiration from classic 20th-century photographers and publications, I treated my thru hike like an assignment from a 1950's LIFE or TIME magazine. Using only black-and-white 35mm film and one panoramic rangefinder camera, I shot over 250 rolls of film as I made portraits of and interviewed almost 90 individuals who, too, were walking from Georgia to Maine. This body of work is a mixture of portraits and interviews and documentary-style images that attempt to capture the spirit of thru hiking the trail. The unpublished photographs I have chosen for this show speak to the relationship between humans and the environments the trail intersects. Since they are not viewable online yet, this art show will present a unique opportunity to see a selection of photographs from my project. A book is anticipated in early 2026. Becoming a professional freelance photographer was and is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. The hardest thing I've ever done in a calendar year, however, was to thru hike the Appalachian Trail with my camera. It will forever be a profound chapter in my life both as a photographer—and as a human being. The journey lives on as I continue working with these images, and I'm delighted and honored to be sharing a few of them at Loudoun A.T. Festival this summer. --Laura Partain ![]() Our guest blog comes from friend of the fest/sponsor Rick Oxner, founder and owner of Warm Peet, the sock company with a heart. 100% of Warm Peet's profits go to mental health and nature conservation nonprofits (like ours!). Rick and Warm Peet will be joining us at the festival again this year. Here we are, just days from Tax Day—and I am just getting started! The phrase, "I’d rather be hiking," has never been more relevant. Speaking of hiking, last September–October, I section hiked on the Appalachian Trail from Great Barrington, MA, to Phillipstown, NY, approximately 110 miles, as part of my “Filling the Gaps” hiking tour. This tour is where I am going back and hiking small sections I skipped on my 2017 SOBO adventure for one reason or another. So, this one hike completed MA, CT and NY for me. Check! Joining me was a friend from my Air Force days, Mike, and this was his first section of the A.T. It was great catching up with him, sharing my love of the A.T. and the outdoors, and learning more about him and his family. This stretch was more difficult than I imagined, especially Connecticut—roughly one-half of the planned hike. This was probably due to the seven years that had passed, zero training and, well, it was hard…but stunning, none the less. The end of Massachusetts, southbound, seemed to lull me into thinking: OK, this is going to be an easy ten days out, then Connecticut, WHAM! Right in the forehead! Some parts of this short section challenged me and would have seven years ago, as well. It was rugged with some climbs seeming to be vertical; many required all four extremities, and a few caused some expletives to make their way into nature's silence. Still, the views this time of year were stunning as the leaves were changing from their lush green summer hues to the kaleidoscope of a northeast fall. Stunning! Part of my difficulties, I learned and acknowledged eventually, were my boots. I have worn the same make and model for many years and knew this pair were on their last leg. I had worn them extensively prior to this—both hiking and volunteering at a farm. But I told myself for that last 100 miles, eh, they would be fine. By the time we made Pawling, NY, (our shower day and overnight), I knew they had to go, because my brain was focused on being finished and taking my boots off, spoiling any chance to really enjoy the hike. At Pawling, I got my Brooks Adrenaline 23s back and immediately felt like a new hiker! We finished on October 2. It all seemed too short, a mere 10 days. This was an incredible stretch of the A.T. and I would highly recommend it, especially in the fall. Afterwards, I remained a little secluded at home trying to immerse myself back into the world that we were never far away from physically, but millions of miles away from mentally and emotionally. I can't wait for the next one. Maybe Mike will join me again, and we will continue the journey. Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I wore one pair of Warm Peet OG Hiker Crew socks the entire time! Hope to see you out there someday—or at the festival on June 7th! --Rick Oxner, Warm Peet |
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