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.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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...
long time no see
Hey ya'll,
Sorry about my few and far between posts. I am sitting at a computer right now about to begin a time of retroactive blogging, meant to catch you up on the going ons of me hiking the AT.
Sorry about my few and far between posts. I am sitting at a computer right now about to begin a time of retroactive blogging, meant to catch you up on the going ons of me hiking the AT.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Virginia!
Three states down, and now for the big beast: Virginia (a quarter or the trail is in VA). It was real fun to pass the sign for the TN/VA border with a gang of hikers, the stroll down into Damascus. Damascus is a town loved by hikers. There is a big event held there called Trail Days, and I think that is what earns it its status. For me what made it amazing (I'm too early for the festival) was family... and Karen! My aunt and uncle came down and rented out a bed & breakfast for us to stay in. It was a really nice place, and I remember thinking as I got settled in that it would be really cool if Karen was there, that she would like it. Then she showed up on the porch a few hours later. She came down on her birthday to surprise me and hang out for the weekend.
So it was weekend full of food and people that I've missed. Getting back on the trail was kind of hard, but I've had a great couple of days hiking all the same. It is finally spring on the trail, and I'm diggin' it.
So it was weekend full of food and people that I've missed. Getting back on the trail was kind of hard, but I've had a great couple of days hiking all the same. It is finally spring on the trail, and I'm diggin' it.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
the Smokies are done
So this post is retroactive, I haven't had internet in a hot second. Thank you all for supporting me in the way that you support me. The Smokies were a trying time for me. Good weather, but the mountains were difficult and I was being broken in during that time. Now I feel broken in.
I've been able to hike 20+ mile days since the Smokies were finished and my body became in shape. It makes me tired to hike like that, though, so it was nice to stay in this hostel last night. There was a bad storm last night, so it was cool to ride it out indoors. Now the Sandlot is on and other hikers have been popping beers and doing laundry all morning. Tempting to stick around for, but I've got my laundry clean and it is time for Monroe to hike.
I've been able to hike 20+ mile days since the Smokies were finished and my body became in shape. It makes me tired to hike like that, though, so it was nice to stay in this hostel last night. There was a bad storm last night, so it was cool to ride it out indoors. Now the Sandlot is on and other hikers have been popping beers and doing laundry all morning. Tempting to stick around for, but I've got my laundry clean and it is time for Monroe to hike.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
the NOC
A burger and fries are on their way in a restaurant in Natahalla Outdoor Center. This is a cool place on the river here. People are kayaking today. It is warm, and the hike here was so fun! I'm hiking on after lunch to the next shelter before turning in. Tomorrow night is supposed to be bad weather, but I'd like take advantage of the great weather today.
Peace out.
~Monroe (I have started going by my middle name out here)
Peace out.
~Monroe (I have started going by my middle name out here)
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Off to a good start
The sun is coming up over Franklin, NC, and I am waiting for a shuttle to a free all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast being put on for the thru-hikers in town this weekend. At home I translate all-you-can-eat to "all i feel like eating, and no more", mostly because gluttony disgusts me. Now, me and the other thru-hikers just have the approach "calories, and as many as possible!" Burning so much doing exercise like we do, it is all some of us can do to not go calorie deficient. Hoards of pancakes help with that.
This week was wet and cold, though less cold because my family expressed this super warm vest and a new sleeping bag liner to me. Mist during the day, rain at night has been the weather's theme lately. It is just a drag. Then the sun came out Thursday, and it uplifted me so much. That burning thing in the sky can do wonders for the heart.
The best part of this week was going through a rough time weather-wise and hiking-wise: working harder than my body is comfortable with to get in shape, and not having a comfortable warm couch to crash on when the day is done. One of the things I find myself appreciating in town, along with showers, is padded seats.
They're cool.
But I came through a difficult week without one thought of quitting, and on the other side have recieved sufficient encouragement to bring me back to a really positive spot. This gives me confidence in the endurance which has been instilled in me. I am not giving up.
107 miles down; off to a good start.
This week was wet and cold, though less cold because my family expressed this super warm vest and a new sleeping bag liner to me. Mist during the day, rain at night has been the weather's theme lately. It is just a drag. Then the sun came out Thursday, and it uplifted me so much. That burning thing in the sky can do wonders for the heart.
The best part of this week was going through a rough time weather-wise and hiking-wise: working harder than my body is comfortable with to get in shape, and not having a comfortable warm couch to crash on when the day is done. One of the things I find myself appreciating in town, along with showers, is padded seats.
They're cool.
But I came through a difficult week without one thought of quitting, and on the other side have recieved sufficient encouragement to bring me back to a really positive spot. This gives me confidence in the endurance which has been instilled in me. I am not giving up.
107 miles down; off to a good start.
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