And I'm tired. More posts to come, but for now I need to rest...
Headed to FA with the girlie for relaxing time with good company, pedicures, and beach trips. Get back to you soon.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Status Update
GA: done.
NC: done.
TN: done.
VA: done.
WV: done.
MD: done.
PA: done.
NJ: done.
NY: done.
CT: done.
MA: done.
VT: done.
NH: done.
ME: done.
Miles down: 2181!
Miles to go: 0
NC: done.
TN: done.
VA: done.
WV: done.
MD: done.
PA: done.
NJ: done.
NY: done.
CT: done.
MA: done.
VT: done.
NH: done.
ME: done.
Miles down: 2181!
Miles to go: 0
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Go!
So when I originally planned this trip, the goal was to take the first half "leisurely" (time off in Bburg, etc) and then when I touched the mason-dixon line to put the burners on and get to the end. I think of it like running a mile on a track: push the third lap, relax a little on the fourth and then sprint the finish. The 'third lap' is from PA to VT. Then in NH I will hit the White Mountains, large things above treeline, where it would be very difficult and dangerous to try and push the miles. There I will have to slow down, to something like 15 or 18 miles a day. Then the trail comes down out of the Whites and you cross the NH-ME border, and I sprint to the finish in whatever time I have left.
The thing is, I had a tight schedule planned anyway before I got sick and had to sit at home for 4 days which I did not intend to. There is still time to finish, if I push it everyday. That is a lot easier done when your trust is in God sustaining you, inside and out, than when your trust is in your own strength being able to pull you through. I don't have enough strength alone to finish this trail by my deadline. Lymes disease or whatever I caught took from me what strength I had. I have recovered from that sickness, so it isn't like I am hurting myself trying to walk on an ailing body. It is just that all of my momentum in the physical was halted when I had to stop and lay on the couch for a week. But with God lots of things are possible which would not normally be.
So the moral of the story is look to God and leave it all on the field (trail). If I can walk to Katahdin by July 30th, you know who to give glory to. And it's not me and my muscles.
P.S. Good news: I am about to walk into NY. 7 states down, 7 to go; and all the big ones are behind me.
Time to go!!
The thing is, I had a tight schedule planned anyway before I got sick and had to sit at home for 4 days which I did not intend to. There is still time to finish, if I push it everyday. That is a lot easier done when your trust is in God sustaining you, inside and out, than when your trust is in your own strength being able to pull you through. I don't have enough strength alone to finish this trail by my deadline. Lymes disease or whatever I caught took from me what strength I had. I have recovered from that sickness, so it isn't like I am hurting myself trying to walk on an ailing body. It is just that all of my momentum in the physical was halted when I had to stop and lay on the couch for a week. But with God lots of things are possible which would not normally be.
So the moral of the story is look to God and leave it all on the field (trail). If I can walk to Katahdin by July 30th, you know who to give glory to. And it's not me and my muscles.
P.S. Good news: I am about to walk into NY. 7 states down, 7 to go; and all the big ones are behind me.
Time to go!!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Trouble Halfway
So I have made it halfway, just over 1000 miles. Feels like a good accomplishment, but I am not done yet.
I got off the trail this past weekend as one last opportunity to spend time in Blacksburg before the big push through the second half. It was a really good time, but I intended it to only be a weekend off the trail.
Two weeks ago I walked through a stretch of the trail where for about two days we were constantly brushing our legs against grass overhanging into the trail. I would do thorough tick-checks at night, and pulled 5 off me during this time. When I woke up in the middle of the night this past Friday with a fever and body aches, I knew what this probably was. I am currently being treated for a tick borne disease, and am hanging around my house in Baltimore until my body recovers enough to get back to hiking.
The goal is still to walk to Maine, but I will only be able to do as much as I am able to do. Going to try to get back on the trail this Friday...
I got off the trail this past weekend as one last opportunity to spend time in Blacksburg before the big push through the second half. It was a really good time, but I intended it to only be a weekend off the trail.
Two weeks ago I walked through a stretch of the trail where for about two days we were constantly brushing our legs against grass overhanging into the trail. I would do thorough tick-checks at night, and pulled 5 off me during this time. When I woke up in the middle of the night this past Friday with a fever and body aches, I knew what this probably was. I am currently being treated for a tick borne disease, and am hanging around my house in Baltimore until my body recovers enough to get back to hiking.
The goal is still to walk to Maine, but I will only be able to do as much as I am able to do. Going to try to get back on the trail this Friday...
Friday, May 6, 2011
Standing Bear Farm
So I want to tell you guys about the hostels I have stayed at. So far hostels have been a real positive experience. It is cool to get the hiking community in a household setting, instead of just at a shelter in the woods. The first hostel I stayed at was Standing Bear Farm just after the Smokies. It had such a rustic feel and felt so integrated into the hiking culture. I had expected a front desk when I walked up, but instead was greeted by guitar playing and a bunch of hikers happy to have their packs off saying hello to the new arrival who still had his on. They told me to find a staff peeson to see about a spot in the bunkhouse. It was hard to spot the staff, because it turns out that the staff guy was the one with dreds and a cut off blue tshirt that said staff on the back. I kept feeling more at home as time went on. The staff dude explained where to find things and that they operate on the honor system, so after taking any food I wanted from the stock shed to itemize my own bill and drop it in the pay box. My favorite parts about Standing Bear were the shower where the wall was made of glass bottles and mortar in the shape of AT, and the 3 walled kitchen building that reminded me of the shelters. And soda and pizza.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
What I think about
Some of you may wonder what I think about on the trail. Mostly, I think about home. Tricky, though, because home for me may not be what you think I mean. Sometimes, home is just a dry couch and a warm blanket. Sometimes, home is only heaven, when I will finally get to rest for real. Home always has to do with not hiking anymore, I desire that often.
I think about Karen quite frequently. She has become wrapped up inside me in a way that greatly exceeds the short time that I have known her, and I am cool with that. So needless to say, I think about her. Sometimes I wonder what she is doing at the moment.
I think about Jesus. Unlike Karen, Jesus is not far away while I am hiking, he is just a different sort of close. So this means that my thinking of Jesus is less dreaming of the girl that is special to me and more interacting with the Man that made me. This is something like conversation, and is pretty much ongoing while I hike, even when I am just thinking about where to put my feet on slippery rocks to not fall on my face.
Sometimes I think about what I hate about hiking. That it just keeps going, that I have to carry this stinking heavy pack, that the food isn't always enough or satisfying, the rain and temperatures which sometimes leave something to be desired, etc. This isn't as good for me as thinking about good things though, so when I catch myself focusing on what I hate about what I am doing, I try and focus instead on the fact that I am loved and cared for very deeply. This tends to make for a better day.
My thoughts do other things too, but that is pretty much a summary.
I think about Karen quite frequently. She has become wrapped up inside me in a way that greatly exceeds the short time that I have known her, and I am cool with that. So needless to say, I think about her. Sometimes I wonder what she is doing at the moment.
I think about Jesus. Unlike Karen, Jesus is not far away while I am hiking, he is just a different sort of close. So this means that my thinking of Jesus is less dreaming of the girl that is special to me and more interacting with the Man that made me. This is something like conversation, and is pretty much ongoing while I hike, even when I am just thinking about where to put my feet on slippery rocks to not fall on my face.
Sometimes I think about what I hate about hiking. That it just keeps going, that I have to carry this stinking heavy pack, that the food isn't always enough or satisfying, the rain and temperatures which sometimes leave something to be desired, etc. This isn't as good for me as thinking about good things though, so when I catch myself focusing on what I hate about what I am doing, I try and focus instead on the fact that I am loved and cared for very deeply. This tends to make for a better day.
My thoughts do other things too, but that is pretty much a summary.
A Cast of Characters
Here's a rough sketch of the people I have been with on this journey:
"Circuit Rider", "Sherlock", and "Hopeful" along with "Last Minute": These guys were on top of Springer Mt. with me at the beginning. I didn't know them then, but got to know them over the first week. All of them thru-hiked in '03, and the first three are doing it again this year. Last Minute was along for the first week to see them off. They are all older than me in varying degrees.
Circuit Rider is 50some. His trail name is derived from the old Bible-belt preachers who would 'ride the circuit' preaching at a different church each week. Circuit Rider and Sherlock have thru-hiked 6 previous times, this one will make 7. They do it as a ministry opportunity, to share the gospel of Jesus. It's a pretty good idea, seeing as people are so open on the trail. Circuit Rider took my picture on Springer, and I'm glad that he did. He's a boss.
Sherlock is the youngest, something like 31. He likes to read books by christian authors, and talk about what he has read. So he told me about things that he has read when we were hiking a piece together. Also, Sherlock has a girl back home, so we bonded over what it is like to hike and try and get phone service so you can talk to a special female. Sherlock was keeping his budding relationship secret from his hiking partners, except for Circuit Rider, because Hopeful and Last Minute would make fun of him if they knew. They did find out while I was with them, and didn't seem to make fun of him. All the same, though, when we were at Neel's Gap Outfitter he pulls me aside with "Hey Brown [that's what I was going by back then], I have a secret for you." Turns out he had gotten phone service on the previous mountain and had talked with his girl. He was excited.
Hopeful is in his 60s. He fought in 'nam and didn't go crazy from it, but a lot of his friends did. I consider Hopeful a gentle and quiet man, because he is, but he can talk for a long time about any subject you get him started on. Circuit Rider and Sherlock will tell you if you ask them that they are hiking in order to share the gospel as the opportunity arises, along with the personal adventure of a thru-hike. Hopeful is doing the same, but would probably never tell you that. He is one of the most authentic brother in the faith. Seriously, if I can know Jesus the way it is evident that this man does, that would be sweet.
Last Minute was a section hiker, so I hesitate to include him in this list, but here he is. Last Minute got his name because when he thru-hiked in '03 he got his gear at the last minute, caught his flight at the last minute... He said the name chose him.
Justin a.k.a. "Blaze": I met Justin my first night on the trail. Going around for introductions he said his name was Justin, "My name is Justin, I like that name." He was being a little defensive because everyone else had made up names. That cut to my heart though, that he liked his name. That night I said to myself, "I like my name too, I don't want to take a made up name." So I chose Monroe, my name but also distinct enough from what people call me at home to be playing alone with the thru-hiker name game. When I last saw him, Justin was toying with the trail name "Blaze", which I thought was fitting because of his blaze orange hat that he wore almost constantly in those early chilly days, and because he likes to smoke weed.
"CrazyLegs": CrazyLegs is from Florida. She started out "FancyPants", but decided that she is not that fancy a person (she's not) and that she wanted to pay tribute to the legs that are going to get her to Maine (they are really long, she's a tall one) so she changed her name. This meant that for the next few days she had to fight the improper name and name combinations, like "FancyLegs", "CrazyPants", and "PantsLegs". Eventually the new name stuck.
"DreamBeliever": DreamBeliever is an older woman who had recently had a serious car accident. This accident, which reminded her that her life will not last forever, inspired her to go after her lifelong dream of thru-hiking the AT. Unfortunately, there was serious pain in her shoulder from the accident which made carrying a heavy backpack not so cool, and she fell a few days in and thought that she added a broken rib to the mix. She went home, and is the only person I have known who has done so.
"Cotton": Cotton was a funny farm boy who got made fun of for having cotton clothes on the first day in the rain. Some people call cotton the 'death fabric' on the trail, because if it gets wet and it is cold you are in more serious danger of hypothermia than you need to be if you were just wearing something else. Cotton was cool, I hope he makes it all the way.
"Infidel/Doc/Boozer": This guy is/was a military man. His attempt in '03 was cut short by getting called overseas, so he is back to do the whole deal this time. He chose the name Infidel from his time spent around Islam, and because he classifies himself as a pagan. Changed this to Doc when it was a more natural name to be called (I think this means he was a doctor in the military). Then, on the first day, he picked up a fallen water bottle and thinking he had just scored some free water went to drink the contents when he had a bad surprise. You see, a lot of hikers carry denatured alcohol as a stove fuel, which looks just like water. Also, a lot of hikers carry this fuel in old plastic bottles, because these are cheap and lightweight containers. This one had x's on it, but Doc took this to mean that it had already been filtered. You can't drink denatured alcohol. Hopeful said later that day that we should rename him Boozer.
...more to come, stay posted...
"Circuit Rider", "Sherlock", and "Hopeful" along with "Last Minute": These guys were on top of Springer Mt. with me at the beginning. I didn't know them then, but got to know them over the first week. All of them thru-hiked in '03, and the first three are doing it again this year. Last Minute was along for the first week to see them off. They are all older than me in varying degrees.
Circuit Rider is 50some. His trail name is derived from the old Bible-belt preachers who would 'ride the circuit' preaching at a different church each week. Circuit Rider and Sherlock have thru-hiked 6 previous times, this one will make 7. They do it as a ministry opportunity, to share the gospel of Jesus. It's a pretty good idea, seeing as people are so open on the trail. Circuit Rider took my picture on Springer, and I'm glad that he did. He's a boss.
Sherlock is the youngest, something like 31. He likes to read books by christian authors, and talk about what he has read. So he told me about things that he has read when we were hiking a piece together. Also, Sherlock has a girl back home, so we bonded over what it is like to hike and try and get phone service so you can talk to a special female. Sherlock was keeping his budding relationship secret from his hiking partners, except for Circuit Rider, because Hopeful and Last Minute would make fun of him if they knew. They did find out while I was with them, and didn't seem to make fun of him. All the same, though, when we were at Neel's Gap Outfitter he pulls me aside with "Hey Brown [that's what I was going by back then], I have a secret for you." Turns out he had gotten phone service on the previous mountain and had talked with his girl. He was excited.
Hopeful is in his 60s. He fought in 'nam and didn't go crazy from it, but a lot of his friends did. I consider Hopeful a gentle and quiet man, because he is, but he can talk for a long time about any subject you get him started on. Circuit Rider and Sherlock will tell you if you ask them that they are hiking in order to share the gospel as the opportunity arises, along with the personal adventure of a thru-hike. Hopeful is doing the same, but would probably never tell you that. He is one of the most authentic brother in the faith. Seriously, if I can know Jesus the way it is evident that this man does, that would be sweet.
Last Minute was a section hiker, so I hesitate to include him in this list, but here he is. Last Minute got his name because when he thru-hiked in '03 he got his gear at the last minute, caught his flight at the last minute... He said the name chose him.
Justin a.k.a. "Blaze": I met Justin my first night on the trail. Going around for introductions he said his name was Justin, "My name is Justin, I like that name." He was being a little defensive because everyone else had made up names. That cut to my heart though, that he liked his name. That night I said to myself, "I like my name too, I don't want to take a made up name." So I chose Monroe, my name but also distinct enough from what people call me at home to be playing alone with the thru-hiker name game. When I last saw him, Justin was toying with the trail name "Blaze", which I thought was fitting because of his blaze orange hat that he wore almost constantly in those early chilly days, and because he likes to smoke weed.
"CrazyLegs": CrazyLegs is from Florida. She started out "FancyPants", but decided that she is not that fancy a person (she's not) and that she wanted to pay tribute to the legs that are going to get her to Maine (they are really long, she's a tall one) so she changed her name. This meant that for the next few days she had to fight the improper name and name combinations, like "FancyLegs", "CrazyPants", and "PantsLegs". Eventually the new name stuck.
"DreamBeliever": DreamBeliever is an older woman who had recently had a serious car accident. This accident, which reminded her that her life will not last forever, inspired her to go after her lifelong dream of thru-hiking the AT. Unfortunately, there was serious pain in her shoulder from the accident which made carrying a heavy backpack not so cool, and she fell a few days in and thought that she added a broken rib to the mix. She went home, and is the only person I have known who has done so.
"Cotton": Cotton was a funny farm boy who got made fun of for having cotton clothes on the first day in the rain. Some people call cotton the 'death fabric' on the trail, because if it gets wet and it is cold you are in more serious danger of hypothermia than you need to be if you were just wearing something else. Cotton was cool, I hope he makes it all the way.
"Infidel/Doc/Boozer": This guy is/was a military man. His attempt in '03 was cut short by getting called overseas, so he is back to do the whole deal this time. He chose the name Infidel from his time spent around Islam, and because he classifies himself as a pagan. Changed this to Doc when it was a more natural name to be called (I think this means he was a doctor in the military). Then, on the first day, he picked up a fallen water bottle and thinking he had just scored some free water went to drink the contents when he had a bad surprise. You see, a lot of hikers carry denatured alcohol as a stove fuel, which looks just like water. Also, a lot of hikers carry this fuel in old plastic bottles, because these are cheap and lightweight containers. This one had x's on it, but Doc took this to mean that it had already been filtered. You can't drink denatured alcohol. Hopeful said later that day that we should rename him Boozer.
...more to come, stay posted...
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