After 35 days of hiking and 464 miles, I spot a sign along the trail.
Is this what I think it is?…
I stand there in the rain in complete disbelief.
Then, I lose it.
On Sunday, I hiked a marathon day (26 miles) into the longest state of the whole trail. Virginia owns a whopping 544 miles of trail.
Yep, This might take awhile. And I might need some audiobooks and a new pair of shoes.
The stats so far:
States: 4 (Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia)
Blisters: 4 (healed)
Nero: 2 (nearly zero milers)
Zero: 3 (zero milers)
Gear updates: 1 (ditched water bladder for bottles)
-Slept in a barn
-Had mice chew holes in my gear
-Found morel mushrooms
-Watched a hiker cook a pork tenderloin on his first day out of town
-Carried 12 donuts into the woods for other hikers
-Peed standing up and shot snot rockets
-Developed sandpaper skin
-Tried to bathe under waterfalls
-Eaten a sick amount of junk food
-Gotten sick of the people who plan their miles like a military invasion
-Tried a 680 calorie honey bun
-Been a victim of credit card fraud
-Gotten “lost” (the path changes, but nobody bothers to cover up the old blazes. Didn’t really want to bushwhack, but I blindly follow blazes… even if it looks ridiculous.)
-Hiked too many miles in the rain
-Questioned my sanity
-Loved every moment (mostly)
It’s been a little over a month and I am still loving the trail. Although.. It feels like time is flying past and I am just clinging to these moments.
I have met new hikers and said “goodbye” to others.
Time flies. I need to be thankful for my time here. It’s precious.
Laugh more. Worry less. Take more pictures.
PS: Thanks Tina, for the awesome care package! The dried mangoes really helped my morale on a rainy day.
Here are a bunch of random pictures from the last week:
The AT is moments of fun separated by very long walks.