A Year after the Appalachian Trail: A Thru-Hiker’s Retrospective
One year ago today, I took the final steps of my thru-hike.
After 136 days, 2,185.3 miles, four pairs of boots, approximately five-million steps, approximately five-hundred face-plants, and dozens of lifelong friendships forged in sweat and blood, I touched the sign marking the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, perched on the summit of Maines tallest mountain, Katahdin.
And then it was all over.
At the time, I was anxious to return home and see the family and friends I had left behindand this little thing called a marriage, which has its moments. Yet as I touched that wooden sign smoothed by so many caresses, I knew that I would be leaving a piece of myself behind on Baxter Peak. Some of the best (and worst) days of my life occurred in those four and a half months, and within the brevity of a few photographs with fellow thru-hikers (it was official now!) and a few melancholy farewells, I descended back below tree line and became just another day hiker.
Well, first I had to get over Knifes Edge without wetting myself. Then I was able to get sentimental.
Transitioning back into normal life wasnt easy. I was accustomed to going to bed when the sun went behind a hill. For a while, the light stimulated my eyes so much at night that a daily headache would ease in at around sundown. My sense of smell was so enhanced from life in the woods that a whiff of perfume could immediately make me nauseous.
If I needed a conversation on the trail, I could always be assured that a close friend was just around the next bend in the trail, or I would find them lazing by a campfire later that nightnow I have to coordinate seven separate schedules just to meet with someone for lunch.
And my wife likened the first time I was back in a car to letting a wild raccoon loose: after a few screams and a flailing of limbsthose cars are coming straight for us!I ended up huddled over trembling in the backseat.
Yeah, I considered my reentry into society to be pretty graceful.
But I eventually acclimated toor, at the very least, learned to deal withlife in the fast lane. I found a job, started taking daily showers (most of the time), and actually know who recently got offed in Game of Thrones. Yet none of those things will ever come close to the experience of summiting the Bigelow Mountains on a sunny afternoon with a close friend.
Thankfully, I have the pleasure of writing about my adventure all the time on Appalachian Trials, which has allowed me to reconnect both with the trail and some of the faces I havent seen in far too long. Just last week, I shared a group meeting with fellow thru-hiker Mariposa, who I hadnt seen since day 36 of my hike. She transported me back to the north side of Max Patch, when we, along with about 20 other hikers, had packed into Roaring Forks Shelter to escape an impromptu blizzard. We all thought it was hilarious until a falling tree missed the shelter by roughly fifteen feet. Then we all left. It seemed like the right thing to do.
I tend to ramble whenever I reminisce about the trail, so I guess Ill get to the point: there hasnt been a day since the end of my trip that I havent thought about the trail.
Sometimes its the grand moments that creep into my memorieslooking down on a cloud-filled valley from the top of Albert Mountain; cowboy camping under a clear sky in a Virginia field; gazing over the Green Mountains from atop the Stratton Mountain fire tower; scaling the Presidentials for 100-mile views; staring up at Baxter Peak after drinking from the crystal-clear waters of Katahdin Stream. The sights along the trail are even more tremendous than you have heard.
Other times I think of the miserable momentsgoing water-less in Shenandoah for a dozen miles after my water bag sprung a leak; experiencing the worst chafing in my life in the 100 Mile Wilderness; discovering that those trail runners I liked so much back home were actually blister magnets on the trail. The hardships you will encounter will be magnified by a thousand when youre alone in the woodswhich makes the satisfaction of overcoming these obstacles all the sweeter.
But most of all, I think of the small momentswhen LoJack surprised us all with supplies for smores in the middle of the 100 Mile Wilderness; when Mumbles was chased for a quarter mile by an irate mother turkey; when Canadia revealed that the Canadian coin I found on Springer (and had been carrying as a totem ever since) had been left there by her; when Hawk asked some local fishermen if they had any luck, and they answered by giving us three massive trout for a trailside dinner; when Birdman convinced a restaurant owner to let us sleep in his supply shed out of the rain. While the trail is undoubtedly beautiful and oh-so-satisfying to amble along, the adventure would have been so much less without the moment-to-moment interactions with other hikers who were similarly entranced by the trail.
So for the dreamers out there who are planning their thru-hikes, I envy you: you have one of the greatest trials of your life ahead of you.
For the hikers currently on the trail trudging toward Katahdin: reconsider going those extra ten miles today, and instead set up camp with a few friendspreferably near a stream and a fire pit. Revel in the trail and reap the rewards for doing so.
And for the former thru-hikers like me who reminisce daily about winding footpaths and green tunnels: whos ready for another walk in the woods?
2014 Appalachian Trail Thru-Hiker
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Great read 🙂 Thanks for sharing!!
This was hugely touching to watch and read. Thank you for sharing these parts of your journey.