Every step taken brings me further from society and into the wilderness. I am here. There is so much to be said and no way to say it. The trail is nothing like I expected and everything I’d dreamed of. Within the first mile I was a fish out of water, gasping to fill my oxygen deprived lungs with air. Slow and steady got me up the mountain and on with my journey.
I met amazing people within hours of getting on trail. An older gentleman and I got to talking while hiking down Springer Mt, it turns out he went through high school in Portsmouth, NH, with my uncles. I came all the way to GA to meet someone who grew up with my family.
I’ve seen remarkable people leave within days. The first two were a wonderful couple from CT, personal health and the reality of the physical strain the trail puts on your body ended their journey on day two. Another three left on day three, all for the same reasons. Day five brought news that Ranger, a 74 year old had also decided to call it after pushing through some rugged terrain.
Star has taken to the trail like it’s where she was born. Every morning she waits by the trailhead while I pack my bag. Her love for the mountains is clear, she can’t wait to know what lies around the next corner or over the next peak. She has also developed the “hiker appetite” and she will eat everything! Loves her meal topper of Thrive from The Honest Kitchen.
I have found beauty in the mountains that surround me.