We subscribe to the “mad man hiking theory,” meaning Trailheads are predictably unpredictable. So, this week, we let Mother Nature do her thing and headed into the big city for an urban hike in the concrete jungle. We met at the lovely Anne’s house in Cabbagetown. Yesterday was her birthday, and Brad painted her portrait, making the rest of us look like schlubs because we only gift our women with Tiffany diamonds, gold jewelry, and priceless precious gemstones. As we offer up our gifts, we’re...

Trailheads don’t cotton much to no book learnin’. Readin’, writin’, and ‘rithmetic ain’t exactly our strong suits. We’re more vibey kind of dudes, living by our half-wits and dead-end street smarts, and if we can’t work things out peaceful-like, then we ball our fists and settle matters with knuckles of truth. Patrick and Steve are known as “The Rumble Brothers.” Some call it jungle law. We call it survival of whoever can run fastest (we usually beat our soles on the pavement at the first...

Spring is beautiful in Atlanta. After the heavy pollen season comes a lighter pollen season, followed by the lots-of-nasty-allergy-triggering-crap-still-in-the-air season. Our cars are coated. Our tongues are pasted with pollen. Our eyes are filled with it. Our noses are clogged with it. So, Trailheads grabbed their Kleenex and decided to go attack the great outdoors. This week, on a cool, clear, yellow-coated day, Trail Master Guy led Steve, Brad, and Patrick on a trek on the Gold Branch...