I was on trail by 6:43 am, but not because I was planning to hike over 20 miles and not because I was planning to stay at Woods Hole Hostel.
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I was on trail by 6:43 am, but not because I was planning to hike over 20 miles and not because I was planning to stay at Woods Hole Hostel.
Day 7. Almost twenty miles. Some of them through a thunderstorm. Classic AT hiking.
Sometimes I think my trail name should be Notebook.
I carry three on every hike.
So much for ultralight.
Note to Self (And Other Middle Aged Long Distance Hiker Aspirants):
Never, EVER, underestimate the power of the trail to humble you. And maybe hurt you a little. Or a lot.
Also:
Your body is not fucking kidding when it says, "STOP."
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.”
~Martin Buber