Holy poop! In just 10 days, I will begin my domination of the Appalachian Trail… or get a blister, hike in the rain, and cry.
Sometimes, I look at this comfy life and wonder: “What the heck? What am I doing?!?”
Sorting through my storage closet last weekend, I stumbled upon my Glacier National Park map. I unfolded it and my finger traced over the elevation waves of the mountains and curves of the lakes. As my finger lingered over the map, the memories come rushing back – Granite Park Chalet, the toads on the trail during a night-hike, snow-packed Ahern Drift (sucks), the chilly waters of Stony Indian Lake, the long incline to the Ptarmingan Tunnel and that amazingly good pizza waiting at the end. I remember my smells, bruises, and aches. I crave it again. Every cell in my body craves it…
I’m doing this because nothing makes me feel more alive than climbing mountains. Heart pounding, feet sore, lungs begging for mercy. Yes, please. More.
10 days until my boots taste the Georgia dirt. I’m still in Chicago, but my heart left for Georgia a long time ago.
PS: Everything is falling into place so well. I even met a few other solo females who are starting their hikes on the same day! Yea!! I still plan to hike the AT “solo”, but it’s a huge relief to be around fellow crazy mountain girls for the first few days. I can’t wait to meet you ladies and compare blisters! ❤