![]() ![]() I’m super grateful for my time on the Appalachian Trail, the associated friendships I continue to cultivate and the desire I have to introduce and share that joy with others. So much more than a physical feat, my journey on the Appalachian Trail was the ultimate test of will and determination, often bringing me beyond what I thought were my emotional limits, in glory, in pain and in love. Not a day goes by without me thinking about it, sometimes swelling with pride in thinking about the fact that I actually finished it, or sometimes it’s just a funny memory - like the time in Virginia when LongTime fell in a creek, or when we spent a whole morning coming up with a song about pizza, or when every word out of our mouth for the day was said in a mock Nebraskan (or was it Indiana?) accent of a fellow thru-hiker…. ![]() It’s amazing how much my time on the Appalachian Trail has changed and continues to change me. When you learn to resign to the hard stuff, the reward becomes that much sweeter. We can get through anything.” He temporarily relocated for a job, only to get a better offer back at home two months later. It took LongTime longer to get back to work than he would have liked, but the trail taught him how to roll with it too, toting his new mantra, “I can handle it, I’m a thru-hiker. It will be a long journey, but you don’t get to Maine in one day either. Step by step, I’ve regrouped, reconnected, made new connections and perhaps am finally learning that I have the ability to create my own career path. Had my natural pace slowed too much for city life? What did I really want out of life? My now husband was thankfully and eternally patient as I found myself yearning for that sense of calm, clarity and inexpressible metaphysical connection to nature that I had achieved on the trail.īut, like the miles on the AT, I muddled through the rough stuff. After the utter appreciation and joy that a daily shower and on-demand electricity could bring began to wear off, the reality of needing a job and having to pay the bills set in. It was abrupt, to put it mildly, to go from arising to the sound of birdsong in rural Maine to being jolted awake by car horns and traffic outside of my Brooklyn window. ![]() Along for the day, to help see us through that very tough climb, it soon became apparent that he was there for more - to help guide us back to the land of the clean, the connected and the employed. One year ago today, we climbed “The Greatest Mountain,” as named by the Penobscot Indians, accompanied by my husband-to-be. Everests, we had just one more mountain to climb, Katahdin, the destination for which we had been heading for nearly six months. Having already ascended the equivalent of 16 Mt. Together through good times and bad, through rain and through heat, (not to mention some wind, snow, tornadoes, hurricanes and bear encounters), my dad and I had traversed the varied lands of the 14 states which are home to the Appalachian Trail. LongTime and Click thank YOU!!…I was about to embark on the last 5.2 miles of a very long walk in the woods. ![]()
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