In the previous post, I had briefly mentioned something I wanted to write a little bit more about to share a more in-depth version of our Appalachian Trail experience. It seemed like after hitting Harper’s Ferry, which is the traditional and iconic halfway point of the Appalachian Trail, both Lindsay and I became consistently more negative and irritable on the trail. It took a few weeks of introspective thought while hiking and to realize something in us had changed so that we could then identify the cause. Continue reading The Halfway Hangover→
After we folded the rafts up and put the paddles away, the time came to put on our backpacks and start walking north again. Lindsay and I chose Harper’s Ferry as a convenient meet-up point with my parents after the Aqua Blaze so Hunter could go home for a three-week vacation. After three very busy days spent packing up from the aqua-blaze, meeting up with family in Harper’s and doing necessary preparations to continue on by foot, all of a sudden Lindsay and I were alone on the trail again. Because Harper’s Ferry also worked conveniently for the rest of our hiking crew to meet with friends or family for a visit or hike, it meant that everyone left north from Harper’s on a different day. For the first time since Georgia, Lindsay and I hiked purely on our own; without the dog and without other friends all we could do was talk to each other!
Hey everyone, so we’ve actually made it into New England, even though we are bad bloggers and haven’t updated since the Mason-Dixon line. We’re trying to get caught up and we’re sorry that we haven’t been good at doing better updates. It’s crazy how busy you are on the trail and on a zero day we are so busy getting ready to keep hiking that it doesn’t seem like we have time to go sit in the library and relax.
HOPEFULLY in the next week or two we can post the Pre-Pennsylvania Rocks section, the Halfway Hangover, the Post-Pennsylvania Rocks section, the Slackpack Experiment Section plus a bunch of other short interest pieces.
At least we’re better at moving north than we are blogging!!
Much to our disappointment we had to make the good-parenting decision and send Hunter home from Maryland. He has been doing fine, the week sitting in the boat during the aqua-blaze really helped the cracks in his paws heal up, but the upcoming heat and rocks of Pennsylvania would still be enough to do him in. We’re pretty sure he would be okay, if he had to walk it, but the risk of him injuring himself is just too high for our liking. We had the opportunity to send him back to Maine for about 4 weeks with my parents and it was one we just couldn’t turn down. We’ll be picking him up again somewhere around the Massachusetts/Connecticut border, which will give him an 800 mile section and a 700 mile section – not bad by any standards! Once he gets back to the trail we’ll be sure to update the world on how he is doing with the New England mountains, especially with how silly he makes us humans look climbing through a boulder field!
To the outside world there is no difference between one stinky thru hiker and the next. You have to be some shade of a little bit crazy to want to hike 2,000+ miles in six months, and most strangers and laymen lump us all together as one group with a collective set of motivation, morals, backgrounds and methods. Lindsay and I believed that this would be the case with our Appalachian Trail experience and I even stated that one of my prime motivators for this trip was to be in nature with a group of like minded individuals. I thought that, besides the expected outliars, the people hiking the trail would be doing it for relatively the same reasons as us and we would spend the entire summer meeting interesting people and wanting to learn their stories while building a relationship with fellow strangers based on common interests. We thought that having a hiking partner for the day would be as easy as waking up and asking the stranger camped next to you where he intended to hike to today. Well… not so much.