The other day I received a comment on this blog from someone to whom I had given a ride from town to the Appalachian Trail while I was a leader for a trail crew in Vermont. It was a hellish summer for AT hikers to be going through New England. During my seven weeks camped at Stratton Pond, we received over 16 inches of rain, much of it in 2-inch downpours, flooding our camps, mudding up our trails, and turning our workplace into a mire. I could only watch the through-hikers go by and hope for their sake that the weather eventually cleared. It did, for a while, in September, when I was on a section-hike of Maine.
At the same time, Moccasin, one of the hiker’s I’d driven from Manchester Center to the AT, was finishing his journey. I just read through much of his blog from his AT hike, and I have to recommend it to anyone who enjoys good things in life. It’s one of the best-written accounts of a hike I’ve read– with all the joys and pains of a long hike. Grab yourself a cup o’ tea and sit down in a comfy chair on a rainy evening sometime soon and read through his story. Or read it while you’re in your office at work (but beware, it might make you want to quit your job). Make sure to do it in chronological order, too. The depth and quality of writing increases as the trail wears on. And you don’t want to start at the end, after all.
Moccasin will be on the PCT this year, and I’m very much looking forward to reading some of his entries about that trail. Good luck to you, Moc!