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| Fraconia Ridge, arguably the most beautiful section of the AT. |
So here's the thing. The AT was my first thruhike. I did a lot of things wrong, and I did at least a couple of things right. Parts of it were bright and beautiful, but most of it was suffering. For me, this suffering was punctuated by an unknown gastrointestinal illness that I couldn't seem to shake. As of January 2016, I'm still bothered by this same illness. So, my experience on the AT was a little marred by this fact. Regardless, I did my best to make the most of the situation and tried to stay positive. I apologize if my blog seemed dark at the time... but honestly, life was feeling pretty fucking dark. Despite all of that, I don't regret my time on the AT in any way and would gladly go through all the misery again.
Also, in case y'all didn't realize, I cuss a lot.
If I haven't scared you just off just yet then here is a nice little list of my AT related posts.
The Good Stuff:
To Live Deliberately.
Sunshine Willis and the Damascathon.
Preparation:
An Outdated Resupply List
What You Most Want
Entertainment on the AT: Part 1, Reading
Entertainment on the AT: Part 2, Music
Gear List: Colton
Gear List: Stevie
Staying Healthy on the Trail
My first, and worst, attempt at a trail journal:
Day 1: The Start.
Day 3: Eternal Rain.
Day 4: Mountain Crossings Kitty.
Day 7: Top of Georgia.
My second and much more successful attempt:
Day 65: I cried when I found out Scott Jurek passed me.
Day 67: The body get weak...
Day 69: Intestinal distress.
Day 70: The worst day.
Day 71, 72, 73: Please get me out of Virginia.
Day 74: The unofficial halfway.
Day 75: Keep on keepin' on.
Day 76: A tree might kill me.
Day 77: Gettin' there.
Day 78: Chlorinated swimmin' hole.
Day 79: Half gallon of alienation.
Day 80: The farm lands begin.
Day 81: Not because it is easy.
Day 82: Duncannon? More like nofuncannon.
Day 83, 84, 85: This too shall pass.
Day 86, 87, 88: To live is to suffer.
Day 89, 90, 91: Virginia blues, Pennsylvania bruises.
Day 92, 93: The dramatic comeback.
Day 94: Jersey Devil... or maybe just a bear.
Day 95: High Point State Park.
Day 96, 97: How we learned not to give a shit.
Day 99, 100, 101, 103: Losing our minds.
Day 103, 104: (untitled).
Day 105, 106: Jokes y'all.
Day 107, 108: Should have brought a portable fan.
Day 109, 110, 111: Celebrity status.
Day 112: Sometimes you just do things.
Interlude 1: Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Day 113, 114: Trail peeps.
Day 115: Mount Greylock.
Day 116: Oh no.
Day 117: Back on track... Ish.
Day 118, 119: It's not all dark.
Day 120: Even if it destroys me.
Day 121: Pause.
Day 122: Salvation is free.
Interlude 2: Still alive.
Day 123, 124, 125, 126: The beginning of the end.
Day 127: All the errands.
Day 128, 129, 130: Prelude to the Whites.
Day 131 - 135: The Whites with my dad.
Day 136, 137: Dodgin' rain.
Day 138: Presidential tint.
Day 139: Meese is plural for moose.
Day 141: I stand in awe of my body.
Interlude 3: Not an epilogue.
Post hike stuff:
Gear: Post hike gear review.
Food: What I ate on the Appalachian Trail.
If you're one of the people who is looking at this and thinking "wait a minute... you never finished your trail journal!" then first of all, let me congratulate on being so perceptive, and then allow me to explain. You see, on the trail I got very ill. This illness basically rendered me incapable of doing much more than slogging through the last (and most difficult) state, otherwise known as Maine. The notes (and the memories) still exist, and they will be put down into a more palatable form soon, but as of yet, my trail journal ends at the border of Maine. Sorry folks, but it's coming. Promise.
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