Everywhere around me people are leaving the trail. Simply put, this scares the heck outta me. The odds are always against us. The ride to the approach trail consisted of the shuttler informing the four of us in the car that only one of us would make it the whole way.
I recently found myself at a bed and breakfast for a free hiker lunch. Sitting on the table was “Appalachian Trials” by Zach Davis. I began reading and instantly realized I was meant to sit there and read that book. He talks about the Virginia blues…or what it really is, hiking the A.T. and coming out of the honeymoon phase. For most people at this point the A.T. is no longer fun. Actually, it resembles work. Wake up at 6, pack up your house, eat breakfast, walk, snack, walk, lunch, walk, snack, walk, set up your house, dinner, bed by 9:30.
I was starting to feel like I was getting tired of that life and then the book by Davis put it all into perspective. Not sure what the reason was, but, I felt rejuvenated and at that moment I knew come hell or high water I am making it to Katahdin. feeling that way, completely changed the next two days, I was on a high and nothing stopped me. On the second day, I did 21 miles in 8 hours to meet my ride exactly at 3pm, for a rest in waynesboro. Life is good.