A while back, in November of 2002 actually, I decided to hike the Appalachian Trail. I've known I would do it after I graduated college since my sophmore year when I went to Germany and lived in Berlin. I was pretty home sick, and started looking at an atlas of the US, looking for all the national monuments, and trying to think of what would be a good loop of the country to see the most of the country I could in a few weeks by car.
All the sudden I noticed a faint dotted red line running north to south between Georgia and Maine; I thought back to when I was a kid, I watched a PBS special on the Appalachian Trail, and people who hiked for months on end to travel on a single path. I knew this was what I wanted to do. I figured this would beat a giant road trip of the country anyday. It's to be a test of mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual strength, and I don't know how it will turn out.
But I'm going to try, and I've recently met Anna through an Appalachian Trail hiker website, and I'm going to be attempting to complete the trail with her. Hopefully together we'll fair a better chance at this monumental trail.
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