23
05 '18
Bush Whacking on the Carian Trail By Jennifer Baljko Sweat drips into my eyes. I lay the loppers (my large borrowed pruning scissors) on a rock, and take off my smelly gardening gloves. I twist the bandana off my neck and wipe my dirty brow. I might as well have some water, too, I tell…
23
05 '18
As I huffed and puffed up and up and up during the initial hours of the hike and then crushed my knees under the weight of my ridiculous 22-kilogram backpack on the first big downhill, I realized that my idea was too lofty. I arrogantly thought I was ready for the Likya Yolu…