Leaving Green Footprints– South Carolina and Georgia

The weather turned decidedly warmer as I drove south towards Greenville, SC. Once a small little backwater town, Greenville has seen a revival in the last couple of decades, with parks and trails popping up all over the place along with the growth of the downtown. I hopped on the Swamp Rabbit Greenway for a run the first morning which took me from the wooded backcountry to the heart of the revamped downtown, complete with narrow footbridge soaring over a pretty impressive waterfall on the Reedy River. I was unexpectedly rewarded afterwards when I noticed that a tree leaning crookedly over the van was a pecan tree, many of its tough pods laying all around. After a little work, I soon had a big bowl of fresh pecans for breakfast!

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While gardening is one of the best and healthiest ways to cut down on your consumption of imported and pesticide-treated fruits, vegetables and other crops, another great practice is finding food that grows naturally in your area. Many places around the US have their own unique suite of naturally growing foods that are in such abundance when they are in season they can’t even all be picked! For example, a few years back while I was living in Seattle, WA and doing research for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, I passed an enormous swath of blackberry bushes growing on the side of a highway barrier wall every day on my way to work. From late June to early August I brought containers and picked as many as I could to and from work, sometimes getting as many as four or five pounds of blackberries in a single day; the same thing went for cherry trees, which were also abundant all around the city and suburbs. Florida boasts wild oranges and grapefruits for most of the year; Georgia and South Carolina have walnut and pecan trees. If you’re interested in seeing what might be around your area, I encourage you to check out fallingfruit.org, which can help you locate wild-growing and public fruits and vegetables to get you started with some urban foraging!

Later that afternoon I met two of my good friends from college, Bennet and Hannah, over at the Frazee center where they taught. The first-grade class was much younger than any group I had worked with, but what they lacked in attention they more than made up for in energy and enthusiasm! After teaching them a little bit about trees and the role they play in the environment (as much as seven- and eight-year-olds can appreciate, at least), we went out to plant some White Oaks around their campus. They promised to take very good care of them, and even took to naming a few of the seedlings with more recognizable scraggly branches. As a reward for their patience with a new visitor and a change in their schedule, a wild but friendly game of dodgeball broke out, the little guys dashing around and squealing in delight as the air became thick with flying rubber.

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My next stop was in Woodstock, GA where I met a friend that helped me locate some good spots for fifty White Oak seedlings north of Atlanta. This area was also ripe with trails and parks, as I made my way along the Chattahoochee river on the Roswell Riverwalk Trail for a run. Unfortunately I didn’t have a lot of time to check out Georgia as much as I would have liked, as I was headed farther southwest to Birmingham to meet with the environmental science students at Hoover High School.

This week for your Green Footprint, try your hand at urban foraging and see what edible goodies are growing near you! Check out fallingfruit.org to get started!

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Leaving Green Footprints– PA, WV, KY, NC

Turtle and I made our way back through Connecticut after a successful project on the Woonasquatucket Greenway in Rhode Island, cruising west along the coast while passing small harbor towns I was now at least a little more acquainted with. I was headed to Lancaster, PA to meet up with Brian, who had heard about the project and helped link me up with the Sustainability Planner for the city. I spent the morning running along the Ironton Rail Trail, framed on either side by the Lehigh River and the ruins of old train car parts and dilapidated, crumbling barns and warehouses. Rail trails, the process of taking old, defunct railroads and converting them to multi-use greenway trails, is a growing trend around the country and one of my favorites when searching for new places to run. If you look around your area, odds are there is a rail trail not too far from where you live—check it out if you’re looking for new places to explore!

Turns out Brian was a huge VW guru and was even interested in buying the van! But despite its temperamental nature and tendency to act up at the most inconvenient times, Turtle has become as much a part of this project as I am, and for better or worse, I’m sticking with it. Although there were no developing greenways or friendly maintenance crew members to help we located a good spot for the fifty White Pine seedlings, and I set to work with my shovel and spade. The day was dark and overcast, with a layer of thick mist blanketing the pine forest and cutting visibility down to only a few feet. With the bare, towering trunks, soft layer of moss and pine straw underfoot and hooting owls far off in the distance, it was a scene straight out of a scary movie; I was just waiting to turn a corner and come face-to-face with a growling werewolf or Ent-like monster. Fortunately I made it out of the woods without any dismemberment and was soon on my way south.

The next two stops were West Virginia and Kentucky, both of which passed without much excitement or mishap. Right on the fringes of the Appalachia mountains, West Virginia was still shrouded in the persistent soupy fog that seemed to have been following me for days—and did an excellent job of concealing some of the gut-busting hills I encountered while running through the eerie mountainous landscape. After planting fifty Red Oak seedlings and moving south to Kentucky, the fog had condensed enough to turn into a torrential, chilly rain. The landscape hadn’t changed much as I suited up in rain gear and slogged through flooded mountain roads on what ended up actually being a pretty enjoyable run. Sometimes it’s liberating to throw away all thoughts of pace, form and time and just splash through the pouring rain, not unlike small toddlers you see happily stomping in puddles and grinning from ear to ear. The rain made for soft and pliable soil and easy planting for the fifty White Dogwood seedlings, and before long I was continuing south.

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Although I had just visited my family during the holidays I hadn’t yet picked up the trees I had just traveled around the mid-northeast to plant, so I swung back through Apex, NC. I had run literally thousands of miles around the sidewalks and trails of the town and surrounding areas throughout my high school years and before, but this felt a little different. It was really fulfilling to be able to meet up with family and old friends and leave them with something that would grow and flower for years to come; even more fitting, the Dogwoods I planted are actually the state tree of North Carolina! I can remember vividly when I was growing up the brilliant pink and white blossoms that marked the beginning of spring and the onset of warm, sunny weather. Someday a few years from now, there will be fifty more of those beautiful flowering trees ready to put on a show each springtime.

To continue the theme of meeting up with old friends, I’ll be heading next to Greenville, South Carolina to present to the students of a couple of my fellow UNC alumni! This week, I challenge everyone reading this to scrounge up all of your reusable fabric bags to supplant any plastic bags you might have used on your weekly shopping trip to the grocery store. In addition, try to opt for only foods that are not packaged—after all, ‘Reduce’ is the most important component of the reduce-reuse-recycle motto!

 

Leaving Green Footprints: Rhode Island

My first morning in Rhode Island I woke up to a cold, wet drizzle that seemed to cast a gray blanket over the landscape. I ran along the Washington Secondary Trail, zipping along through naked, leafless branches surrounding the chilly shores of the Flat River Reservoir, totally alone except for the familiar ‘SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH’ of my soaked footsteps along the path. By the time I finished, the sun had finally been able to penetrate through the thick layers of rainy clouds, fracturing it into fluffy floating islands that created a strange dappled pattern of shadows in every direction. By the afternoon, the sun was shining happily as Turtle and I pulled up to Field’s Point on the Providence River. I had noticed a sign for the Save the Bay Center, and decided that was as good a place as any to start with setting up something for the White Pine seedlings I had slated to plant in Rhode Island. I walked into a hushed hallway adorned with beautiful photos and painting depicting some of the animals and ecosystems around the Bay; a few whispered words from the secretary told me that everyone I would probably want to talk to was in a 20170118_162543meeting. In the meantime I wandered down the corridors until I ended up in what looked like a classroom, with a young woman tending to something in a kiddie pool that was set up in the corner. Leaning over the lip of the pool revealed a small skate quite literally leaping up out of the water—“He’s just excited”, the women told me. “It’s time for his lunch”. The little guy reminded me very much of a kite, its diamond shaped body ending in a long, flexible tail that helped it quickly changed directions as it whipped back and forth, gobbling up the tiny particles of fish meat drifting around in the water. I watched it in a fascinated trance until I was snapped back into reality by the sound of chattering voices that signaled the end of the meeting down the hall, and I hurried back to the front entrance to catch them. After quickly explaining my project to a few of the Center employees they came to the consensus that I should go see Doug at the Roger Williams Botanical Center a little ways north; fortunately there was plenty of time left in the day, and I was soon on my way.

Turtle and I wound our way through the curving streets of Roger Williams’ Park until we arrived at a huge expanse of buildings and greenhouses that marked the Botanical Center. While I waited to meet with Doug, the City Forestry Director for Providence, RI, I wandered around the numerous towering glass greenhouses around the campus. Following the meandering stone paths I walked through flora representing everything from wet, steamy rainforests, cactus-dominated deserts and northeastern arboreal forests. I had never heard of a ‘City’ Forestry director, and was curious about what went into managing the urban greenery of neighborhood trees and parks. We began by conducting an informal interview, with Doug telling me about some of the awesome programs Providence sponsors such as the Providence Neighborhood Planting Program (PNPP), which involves residents in the planting of close to 500 trees around the city every year. It turns out that Providence has some of the most active urban greenery programs in the country!

Fortunately, Doug was able to link me up with some of the maintenance crew for a new

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trail in Providence, the Woonasquatucket River Greenway and Bike Path. I met Tom down at the entrance to the trail, and we loaded up my fifty White Pine seedlings and made our way down the path. Tom pointed out some of the awesome work that was being done to revive the area, such as fish ladders installed around the edges of dams in the river, the removal of huge swaths of invasive species such as the Japanese Knotweed, and the reforesting of native plants all along the Greenway. A big, friendly, talkative guy dressed in a blinding neon orange jacket, coveralls and a camouflaged hat, Tom seemed to be full of endless entertaining stories. As we moseyed towards our destination, he narrated the entire evolution of the bike path and how much it had changed the surrounding areas. We finally arrived at a barren patch of scraggly grass that stretched along the edge of the path near the river, an area that had already been earmarked for planting in order to create a natural buffer between the path and the urban areas behind it. Before long we fell into a rhythm of digging, planting and infilling, working our way down the path while I continued to enjoy Tom’s meandering, disjointed tales that always ended up with me laughing until my sides hurt.

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Before long we had completed an impressive stretch of evenly spaced small White Pines, which in a few years will provide the patrons of the Woonasquatucket River Greenway with a nice shaded stretch of native evergreens. Tom and I packed up for the day and I began prepping Turtle for the route back west through Connecticut towards Pennsylvania. I’m constantly amazed and the friendliness and kindness I encounter on the road and the willingness of people to help a total stranger, which makes saying goodbyes that much harder. I had learned a lot in Rhode Island, especially about efforts to reach residents in urban areas and get them involved with beautifying their cities with a little more greenery. It’s good to know that people like Doug and Tom are working hard to ensure that even in big cities, people don’t have to go far to experience a little bit of nature!

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Leaving Green Footprints: New Jersey and Connecticut

The view out the big bay window changed considerably as I headed north into New Jersey. Rather than backwater agricultural fields, boggy tracts of forest land and the occasional sleepy town, the horizon was ablaze with thousands of sulfurous yellow pinpricks, tiny beams of light against a dark concrete backdrop creating a sort of strange horizontal man-made night sky. It was quite a sight to behold, the glimmering skyline of one of the world’s most iconic big cities drowning out any starlight that might have been present. Manhattan is what everyone all over the world thinks of when they hear ‘America’, the Statue of Liberty standing a solemn watch over the harbor. The sprawling island city has been around so long it’s hard to imagine what the original landscape was like before being paved over with bustling streets and skyscrapers; likely very similar to the swampy forests I had explored in Maryland and Delaware. I’ve visited the Big Apple before, however, and had no desire to try and navigate Turtle’s less-than-maneuverable bulk through the narrow streets of the city, so I kept on puttering north.

20170118_144318Later that evening as I was walking back across the parking lot after stopping at a grocery store, I noticed a strange round object peaking from underneath one of the windshield wipers. On closer inspection it turned out to be a red and black sticker, a gear emblazed with the unmistakable shape of a VW beetle, the emblem of the Central Jersey Volkswagen Society. Perplexed, I turned the sticker over to find a note scrawled on the waxy paper backing: ‘Cool bus! Check out our club’, singed ‘Casey’, with a phone number. Smiling, I dialed up the number to let him know I’d received his note; less than an hour later I was sitting with Casey and his family in northern New Jersey, petting their wiry English Pointer.

20170208_181312We stayed up into the night swapping stories about traveling and the different places each had visited, comparing notes on how to keep our old VWs running happily, and telling them a little about Green Footprints and the goals for the project. The next morning, following the meticulously detailed directions I had received (“take a right, go a little ways, then I think a left, and just go down that way for a bit…”) I ran through Jockey Hollow, the site of one of George Washington’s winter camps during the Revolutionary War. It was pretty eerie seeing the remnants of the ancient encampment, knowing that the country was literally started by these people fighting to stay warm through a brutally cold and snowy winter nearly 250 years of years ago. I thanked Casey and his family for their generous20170117_085903 hospitality, but had to pack up and head a little farther north with a bundle of fifty Red Oak seedlings. Meeting new people like Casey has been one of the greatest parts of the Green Footprints project. Without the unabashed kindness in the simple act of leaving a note, I never would have met them or have been able to further share Green Footprint’s mission of sustainability. If you’re reading this Casey or Denise, thank you so much! (And thanks a ton for the donated space heater! The van was nice and toasty, a welcomed change from the drafty frozen interior I’d become used to). You guys rock.

After some help from Casey  to find a suitable spot for fifty Red Oak trees in New Jersey, I followed the highway across the boarder and into Connecticut, passing endless quaint little harbor communities that announced themselves with gently bobbing forests of stark white masts, sails furled and tucked away for the winter. I stopped a few times to explore the tiny towns, many of which had been there for over two hundred years. At one in particular I decided to take a stroll on the beach, parking Turtle in the sand just off the narrow shoreline. A cold wind whipped across the water, flinging flecks of foam and sand in every direction. It wasn’t long before I headed back to the bus, but when I went to pull away, the accelerator responded with a loud VROOM! and didn’t budge an inch. Hmm. Thinking I must have left the parking break engaged, I reached down for the oddly-shaped twist-handle, but it was nestled happily in its spot against the dashboard. I tried one more tentative tap, and although the engine responded, I still wasn’t going anywhere; but I did happen to notice sand flying up into the air in the rearview mirror. I hopped out and around to find that I had been creating a nice trench for the back wheel like a dog digging furiously to bury a bone. Sighing, I went around to get my shovel when I heard a voice call out from a porch adjacent to the sandy road:

“You’re not stuck, are you? I’ve got to get to work later and I can’t get out with you stuck there.”

I looked over to find a tall, strong-looking women squinting in the diffused brightness that always seems to accompany an overcast day. “Nope, all good!” I shouted back, not wanting to concern her (and hoping desperately that I was correct).

“That’s a cool old van. What year is it?”

I can’t count how many conversations have started with that question. But I happily obliged, going over and telling her about Green Footprints and some of Turtle and I’s misadventures. Her expression quickly shifted from annoyance to genuine interest, and we ended up sitting on her porch for the better part of an hour as I listened to some of the work she had done around the state and picked her brain for how I could best experience it. When I mentioned I had fifty White Pine seedlings to plant, her eyes lit up and she dashed inside, emerging with a pen and paper as she scrawled a rudimentary map. Turns out she knew the perfect place, and after some digging Turtle and I were headed north into the familiar temperate forests I had come so accustomed to at the beginning of the project. A few hours later, fifty White Pine seedlings were newly nestled into the Connecticut soil.

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The next morning I ran through Rocky Neck State Park, winding through the pine straw covered trails down to a rocky castle-like building that jutted out over the beach below. Looking out over one of the parapets, I wondered if some of the hazy outcroppings in the distance belonged to Rhode Island. I guess I’d find out, as I was headed there next!

Leaving Green Footprints–Virginia, Maryland and Delware

Crossing the border into Virginia, the sun shimmering over the glassy surface of the Roanoke River, I was in pretty high spirits. For the first time in a while, both Turtle and myself were firing on all cylinders, Turtle fully re-wired and a brand-new alternator and my legs finally feeling better after endless months of struggling with a torn adductor muscle. I knew I had a couple of weeks to get the rest of the mid- and north-eastern states planted to allow my trees to settle in before the really cold winter months swept through, and was happily up to the challenge.

I started in the Occoneechee forest, looping my way around ponds and glades on the endless miles of trails covered with a thick carpet of oak leaves and pine needles. After the hustle and bustle of the holidays, it was nice to be able to escape from everything; in ten minutes of running, you can be out in (what feels like, at least) the middle of the woods, your only companion the rhythmic crunching of the leaves underfoot and the energetic chirping of birds conversing high above in the leafless canopy. After arriving back to the van I headed out in the other direction, shovel in one hand and a hefty soil-filled bucket of fifty Red Oak trees in the other. Biting into the soft earth, each scoop came up a mixture of dirt, clay, and the occasional segment of a very unfortunate earthworm. I pondered about the amazingly small kick-start these living creatures needed, which could be accomplished in under a minute with a few generous scoops of my shovel. Humans (and many other mammals) spend years, even decades, growing, learning, and establishing our identities under the care of our parents or guardians; all these trees needed is about 40 centimeters of soil dug from the ground and their roots inserted and covered with the loose, churned dirt. Ten, twenty, fifty years from now, all because of that simple act, a massive, towering wooden giant will add its sprawling branches to the canopy of the forest. (With any luck, fifty of them in the Occoneechee forest, at least!)

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Wending my way north, the landscape became decidedly more boggy and coastal as I crossed into Maryland. The crunch of dried leaves underfoot was replaced by a wet squishing sound as I strode into a forest in central Maryland, misty rain still lingering after a couple of days of chilly, damp weather. I didn’t mind, however, as the soggy earth made it much easier to scoop holes for fifty small Dogwood trees, and ensured there would be plenty of water for their first few days in the ground. As I continued north the clouds opened up with a blast of sunlight just as Turtle crested the midway point of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, the water glittering on the tops of small waves whipped up by the wind coming in west from the Atlantic. Delaware offered a similar climate and the wet, dewy forests that seemed to permeate the Chesapeake watershed. I was amazed at the endless crisscrossing rivers and streams that stretched their tendrils across the landscape, turning the map into a spider’s web of blue veins carrying water from far inland towards the Atlantic. In fact, the Chesapeake watershed encompasses six states and contains over 100,000 rivers and streams, ranking as the third largest estuary in the world. With so many rivers, streams and tributaries feeding in from the far reaches of the watershed, agricultural and urban runoff has collected in the bay and become concentrated to concerningly high levels of certain chemicals and nutrients. Efforts such as the Chesapeake Bay Watershed Initiative, among other programs, have been launched to help restore the bay by helping farmers and communities to better regulate the substances that eventually find their way into the waters of the estuary. The health of the bay has seen substantial improvement since the 1970’s when efforts began to address the ongoing water quality issues, and it is important that these efforts continue. Trees and other plants throughout the extensive wetland system act as a natural filter for pollutants and toxins, cleaning the drinking water for the more than 17 million people that live in the watershed. Hopefully the newly planted Red Oaks and White Dogwoods will be up to the task!

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This week, I challenge everyone to make one small change to reduce your water consumption. When washing your dishes, plug the sink and fill the bottom with a small amount of water instead of leaving the tap running; dial back your shower from 12 to 9 minutes every day; leave a small bucket out to catch the rain, and use that to water your plants or garden rather than tap water. Small actions such as these, when multiplied by the millions of people across the country, can have a profound impact on reducing our strain on our natural resources!

Leaving Green Footprints: A New Mission (Well, sort of)

Sorry for the lapse in posting! It’s been a busy January! I want to kick off the year by re-focusing on the mission statement for Green Footprints. I’ll start by thanking everyone who has donated so far—William Muench, Richard Holtham, KP McClanahan, Scott Byington, Connor Hughes, Sandra Reed, Mike O’Brien, Wendy Allred, Jessica Parker, Jacqueline Brewer, Julie Price, Rick Freeman, Jennie Bond, Sara Daehn, Leslie Roddam, Margaret Myers, and Diana Statler—you all rock! The fundraiser has been set up exclusively to cover the cost of the trees, which rather than being donated, are being purchased from organizations such as the Arbor Day Foundation and state and local nurseries in order to monetarily support efforts to re-forest our beautiful country. All other costs associated with the project I am covering myself. As it stands today, $375 towards the $2,500 goal has been raised. I encourage everyone reading this to pick three people that you think might be interested in Green Footprint’s mission and send them a personal email with a link to the project! Gofundme.com/greenfootprints . With your help, I know we can make it happen. Since the winter has set in and the weather isn’t optimal for planting trees, I’ll be using the next month or two to catch up the blog with everything Green Footprints has accomplished to date. But first, I’d like to address an interesting observation I’ve noticed as a result of current events.

With the recent actions taken by our new government administration, especially the gag order and freezes fettering the EPA, Green Footprints has taken on a role I did not anticipate when I sunk my shovel into the ground for the first time back in August. Projects such as this are becoming increasingly important in the fight to preserve our country’s and our world’s natural splendor; indeed, they are almost a rebellion against the precedents the current administration are attempting to set. The environment, in my eyes, is not something to be monetized at the expense of its health. Speaking equally as a concerned citizen, activist for the environment, and as someone who has conducted scientific research in ecology for a government agency, I can say that the only thing that will be accomplished from attempting to de-fund and ignore research because the findings are inconvenient for certain industries and agendas will only serve to increase the already heavy burden on future generations. Science is, by nature, inquiry. Inquiry is driven by curiosity, a desire to understand the world around us. Without curiosity and inquiry, our capacity to learn screeches to a halt. And when we cease to learn new things, our ability to improve—in any arena—goes with it. I spent most of my time in college training to be a scientist. Although I’m not doing research right now (but plan to at some point in the future), I still have that insatiable drive to add to my knowledge of everything I’m passionate about, and even about things I’m not super passionate about. When we refuse information, we are depriving ourselves of the ability to make the best decisions. And I’m no politician, but I’m pretty sure it’s the governments job to make the best decisions they can about everyone in this country.

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Science—and, even more simply, information—should not be a partisan issue. It is dangerously irresponsible to ignore or refuse information because you do not like what it says. Although the government can implement policies that make it harder to stay objectively informed about whatever issues you care the most about, we will not stop fighting for our passions. So if one of your passions is being threatened by some of the latest policies in our country, don’t worry. Keep fighting for what you believe in, in whatever way you can. Green Footprints started as my passion project, and has now transformed into my statement against what I see as steps in the wrong direction when it comes to national environmental policies.

I’d love to hear your thoughts and suggestions on ways Green Footprints can expand its impact—feel free to comment below! I promise I’ll be less philosophical and more lighthearted later this week; stay tuned for updates about Turtle and I’s adventures in the northeast!

Leaving Green Footprints: 2016 In Review

Thankfully, despite the electrical mess and the resulting lack of a correctly a functioning alternator, Turtle and I made it to North Carolina safe and sound to visit family for the holidays. I even managed to plant the rest of the trees in Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio on the way back! Big thanks to Autozone, Advanced Auto Parts and Napa for their free battery charging service. Another huge thanks to all the amazing Couchsurfing hosts that rescued me from the frozen temperatures and tool-strewn mess that my ‘bedroom’ transformed into on the route south (it’s tough when the engine is right under the bed). Matt, Laura, Aaron, KP and John—you guys rock! Couldn’t have done it without you, and excited to be able to share Green Footprint’s message with you and your hometowns.

Phew, what a year! Today I’ll be focusing on a recap of 2016 and where Green Footprints is headed next.

It’s pretty amazing to look back to where I was exactly one year ago—living in Colorado, fresh off a couple international trips and still pretty much fresh out of university. I owned two cars, rented a room in Golden, Colorado with a closet packed full of lots of my material possessions, working in a small restaurant in Boulder, and not really doing much to live up to the model of sustainability that I had worked hard to foster in college (if you’d like to know more about my background and how I got to where I am now, I encourage you to go back and read my first few blogs here). Don’t get me wrong—Colorado was (is!) awesome, and I was enjoying it—but there was this underlying feeling that I could be doing more. That January I was fortunate enough to land a new job that allowed me to work remotely, and opened the door to the possibility of a mobile, traveling lifestyle. Then on a cold, snowy day in February, I happened across a Craigslist ad for a green van over at an auto body shop down the road, and no more than 48 hours later I was the proud owner of Turtle the VW bus. And although this finicky, rickety, eccentric little camper has brought me its fair share of frustration and exasperation with its constant mechanical fussiness, it has transformed from just a vehicle into my trusty travel partner, project ‘mascot’, and true home.

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So, after a stint of traveling down through Utah and Arizona getting acquainted with the van and experiencing my first taste of the ‘road’ life, my gears started turning. I wanted to travel, but not just for the sake of traveling—I wanted to exemplify a sustainable lifestyle as much as I could to be a model for others to follow. By May I had sold my other vehicles, pared my possessions down to only the things I absolutely needed, donated the rest, and formulated the outline of an epic road trip involving lots of trees and lots of running. It took another couple of months of receiving lots of rejections from companies and organizations considering my project proposal before another fellow environmental activist, Rob Greenfield, agreed to help me get Green Footprints started. Late that August I planted my first tree in Saratoga Sprints, NY, kicking off the journey that will end with the planting of 2,500 trees and 2,500 miles running on foot in all 50 states.

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So far I’ve planted and run in twenty states: New York, Vermont, New H20160831_102717 (2)ampshire, Maine, Massachusetts, Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota, South Dakota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio. 250 Blue Spruce, 350 White Pine, 250 Red Oak and 150 White Dogwood seedlings were planted according to the ecological zone for each state. Big thanks to the Saratoga Tree Nursery and the Arbor Day Foundation for providing awesome, hearty seedlings that are now nestled in their new homes in soils across the country.

Green Footprints has caught the attention of organizations all over the world including Life Lessons Magazine, Vanlife Diaries, Gappers Around the World, and Arvores Que Encontrei. I’m also excited to announce that we’ve moved all our fundraising to one cohesive platform, so everyone can see our progress as we work towards the $2,500 to cover the cost of the trees to be planted around the country. All other costs including fuel, repairs and supplies I am covering myself, as I want to be an example of how low-impact traveling can be possible for anyone!

Next on the docket Turtle and I will be doing a big loop through Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland before heading south for the rest of the winter. I’d love to hear your thoughts, opinions and suggestions as Green Footprints progresses! Please feel free to post below, and of course if you haven’t yet, make sure to donate and share the project with your friends and family! Happy New Year!