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April 9, 2019

When I opened my first bag of clay in Suzanne's studio, ceramics had the feeling of destiny all over it. It was March last year. Her studio was in a state of chaos from her illness, and yet I couldn't resist opening up that plastic bag and sticking my whole face inside...

September 22, 2017


"When I go to cross that river, she is comfort by my side

When I try to understand, she just opens up her hands." 

Eddie Vedder, "Hard Sun"

Talk to any thru-hiker about Trail Magic, and they will immediately regale you with tales of Chips Ahoy and hotdogs cooked up by so...

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In loving memory

Suzanne Segalla, 07/18/61 - 02/07/2018

No idea how it ended up on this page, but for obvious reasons I'm gonna leave this comment box here.

Suze, you put wind in my sails every opportunity you could. Copper Wilds wouldn't exist without you. I love you, and I miss you so much. I take you vicariously on my journey, always.