This summer, Tom and I started training to thru-hike the Appalachian trail.
(Which will now and forever be abbreviated to the AT because while I have a strong desire to walk it, I have no desire to spell it)
Between Springer, GA and Baxter, ME. Roughly 2,180 miles.
I’m not sure if this is a surprise to anyone. We’ve known I’m crazy for a long time. And of course, perhaps it’s not a surprise to anyone that we are talking about thru-hiking. It’s maybe a trifle eyebrow-raising that we’re training for it. The proof will be in the pudding, specifically the pudding our knees will be after 2,180 miles.
(I have no idea how to calculate real hiking miles. Most hikers go into town every few days to at least restock food supplies, if not stay the night in a real bed and grab a shower. Sometimes towns are right on the trail, sometimes over 10 miles away. Sometimes you can get a ride, sometimes you can’t.)
What I do know, for now, is that we will plan to try a hike the entire trail in 6 months. We will, as they say NOBO it. That is, hike Northbound from Georgia to Maine.
Because it’s there. Because we like to hike. Because we enjoy the outdoors. Because I’ve never had a strong relationship with deodorant or a razor. Because we can stand each other’s company for more than 12 hours at a time. Because traditional career/social/family roles don’t appeal to us.
Because we’re crazy. And we really like to hike.