From Tent Life to Log Cabin Luxury
Ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived.
Not in the grand, I’ve-finished-my-walk kind of way (that’s still many, many miles away), but in the “I am currently residing in a tiny, rustic log cabin and I feel like absolute royalty” kind of way.
After days of sleeping in my human compression sock with a zipper (a.k.a. my mummy bag), rolling around in my tent like a sleep-paralyzed caterpillar, and battling the ever-growing lawless frontier of Gertrude’s storage system, I have walls. And a roof. And a door that zips NOTHING.
Log Cabin Luxury
Now, don’t get me wrong—I know the tent days are far from over. I know I’ll be back to sleeping under the stars, wrapped up in my personalized, mobile body compression sock. But for right now? Right now, I am living in opulence.
This tiny log cabin has:
✔ A real bed (not inflatable, not questionable, not covered in dirt)
✔ A table (which I’ve already covered in my belongings because I am who I am)
✔ A solid roof (no tent stakes, no fabric flapping in the wind, no midnight existential crises about whether my shelter will still be upright by morning)
And the best part? I don’t have to wake up at 2 AM and fight my way out of a zippered fabric prison just to answer nature’s call. Doors, people. I HAVE A DOOR.
A Moment to Recharge
After so many miles, this little cabin isn’t just a place to sleep—it’s a chance to breathe. To sit still for a second. To remember why I’m out here, pushing forward, talking about mental fitness and suicide awareness.
Because this journey isn’t just about proving that one person can walk across America. It’s about starting conversations that matter.And guess what? YOU can be part of it.
How You Can Help
🚶♂️ Sponsor a few miles – Every step I take is a step toward breaking the stigma around mental health. Wanna own a piece of this journey? Pitch in and help me keep moving.
☕ Fund a snack or a warm meal – Because let’s be real, peanut butter and camp stove meals can only do so much.
🏡 Help cover shelter costs – Nights like this, where I get to sleep in a real bed, don’t happen often. Wanna make sure I get more of these life-changing rest stops? You can help make it happen.
💬 Talk about this and share what I am doing. This means more to me than any hot meal or real bed. Talk! Talk and keep on talking. Yell from the rooftops (my Manhattan peeps) Yell from the oceans and valleys. Yell from the mountains! Please. Just TALK.
This walk isn’t just mine—it belongs to everyone who has ever struggled, everyone who has fought to stay, and everyone who believes we need to talk about mental health more.
So, while I soak up this moment of rustic luxury, I’m asking: Will you help keep this journey going?
After this? It’s back to Gertrude, the tent, and the long road ahead. My work is not yet done!