Yesterday I got to go to Roanoke, VA for work. I love that town. Really and truly love it. I think the people there are the nicest people in Virginia! It’s about 3 hours from Richmond, situated very close to the Appalachian trail, and as I drove the freeways to get there it was quite a nostalgic trip seeing signs for the trail towns I stopped in. Glasgow, Troutville, Daleville…I let my mind go back to those places and the very specific memories I have of each one. Scotto’s Pizza in Glasgow, taking a shower at the fire station in Troutville, buying new insoles and getting free coffee in Daleville. Just thinking about those days I can smell the smells, see the faces, retrace my steps. What an incredible journey I had. What an incredibly lucky human I am to have had that journey. I don’t know if I will ever be able to fully express the gratitude I have to everyone and everything that made it possible for me. Continue reading Working Adventures
I just realized I never wrote a post about hitch-hiking! This feels like a good topic to address because the act of thumbing it, hitching, asking strangers for rides, gets a lot of negative attention from people who have never done it. Continue reading Hitch-hiking Along the Appalachian Trail
Thomas Knobb Shelter -> Damascus, VA!
We got an early start and since we actually got some sleep (finally wasn’t freezing), we said our goodbyes, and began the journey to our final destination in the good company of Slingshot (super cool dad, superfit trail runner, and all around great dude). We had 15.6 miles ahead of us, and were blessed with the best weather, bountiful energy, and thrilled adrenal glands keeping us well supplied. The three of us took a 1 hour lunch break, stopped to check out gorgeous bridges and river views, and hiked along the Virginia Creeper Trail for a bit. We founds many places deserving of their own future adventures, hopefully in the Spring of 2015. Continue reading Day 51 – Last Day!
Feeling refreshed after several very difficult days. The weather has shifted from crisp fall to blustering cold, gray, windy, dark, rain. Hiking 16-18+ miles a day aint so bad, til it gets dark and starts pouring. The Appalachian Trail becomes barely discernible from the deer trails and so on. Luckily I haven’t had to pitch a tent in pouring rain. But I have been so bone chilled that the thought of continuing on would bring me to a stopping sobbing point of despair, at the bottom of an intense climb with no reward in sight. Honestly, especially yesterday, I had to “Let go and let God” as they say. My blood was so thick it barely moved through my veins, my spirit felt truly crushed and my heart broken by the struggle of hiking. Until I halted and said aloud, “God! Get me through this!” Continue reading Day 47 (I think): Chilled to the Bone with Four Days to Go
Pearisburg Cemetary, where a revolutionary war hero, George Pearis is buried, and for whom the city is named. Our new friend Tressa found a perfect place to perch! Continue reading Day 41: Still at Holy Family Hostel
Wow, I can’t believe so much time has passed as to put me at this marker. I’m kinda sad at the prospect (reality) of my Appalachian adventure being more than half over, but I still have plenty of time to learn new lessons and see new things.
Continue reading Day 30: Troutville City Park