My trail angels Ron & Elisa drove me to Amicoloa Fall State Park. All northbound thru-hikers register and get their most revered tag. This year.it is Hot Pink and my number is 2849.
Once I complete the safety talk regarding Leave No Trace. LNT principles, hear all about the Georgia hospitality and know where and how to poop in the woods, I am able to obtain my tag. It is securely fastened on my backpack which weighs in at 22.2 pounds with five days of food. My back is thanking me already!
My friend Elisa and I decide to slack pack the Approach Trail. This means no big not-so-heavy backpack in tow. Just a day pack. The trail is beautiful with the largest waterfall this side of the Mississippi. There’s something like 750 stairs to get to the top and another 1500’ climb to Springer Mountain. We power through, stopping for some Snooby snacks to give us the energy we need.
I have done much reading about this trail but had no idea that the Approach Trail truly is the way to the beginning. At the top of this rock was the infamous bronze plaque depicting the Southern Terminus of the Appalachian Trail. Good Lord, to think if I would have missed this and started hiking from the parking lot, After hiking 2188 miles, I would’ve missed completing the trail! So you novices out there, you gotta do the Approach Trail!
Ron, our Uber driver friend, arrived at Springer Mountain parking lot and drove us to our swanky lodge. We were already checked in and as I was looking for a shuttle for sn early morning departure, just as the hotel restaurant closed! Arg, so what did we do? We went to Dollar General and had the finest dinner you can have from a microwave. Best laid plans of mice and men!
Signing this years Logbook for Northbound AT Hikers
Today is the day that my journey on the Appalachian Trail began. On Good Friday, my feet finally touched Georgia dirt. It’s truly hard to describe the feelings into words. My stomach had butterflies, I had tears in my eyes and honestly, there is always a bit of fear that plaques me. This is such unknown territory for me.
Picture Perfect Beginning
The morning was picture perfect. The sky was blue with contrails crisscrossing above me. The trail was free of mud and somehow without dust. The birds were welcoming me with song, and the forest was glistening. My friend had described it as “The Enchanted Forest” and she was spot on! Creeks were flowing, flowers were blooming and trees were just starting the leaf out.
As I took my first steps, there were a couple of guys who were getting ready for a section hike. They were from The Carolinas and had that southern draw that is so welcoming. Good morning Mam, nice day for a hike! It was a blessed day to be on trail. I moved along and my snail pace, warming my body up for what would be a fairly easy day. I saw a few hikers at the shelters and continued on.
Trail Magic
Mid-morning a young man named Colton caught up with me and we hiked a bit. He had never thru hiked before. He was carrying his pack that had what appeared to be a cargo net attached to the back. Inside was not one, not two, not three but four packages of Quaker’s Rice Cakes. He had an assortment of flavors and it made me smile as my Mother loved these. As we climbed up a knob, that’s what they call hills around here, there was a guy sitting on a fallen tree. He stopped Colton, and asked him if he had hiking poles? Evidently he didn’t believe he really needed them and shook his head no. “Speed Bump” is a Trail Angle and Widdler. He makes these beautiful handcrafted walking sticks out of the local trees. He presented Colton with one that was engraved, “Take me to Maine- AT Class of 2022”. What a treasured piece of equipment and hence, trail magic has started less than five miles into my hike. Colton was so appreciative and promised to send “Speed Bump” a picture from Mt. Katahdin.
Praises & Love
Mid-day I stopped for lunch with a few others, and had light conversations. That is until I met Emily. She too is a local and is planning to hike to Maine. She was enamored with my scarf and asked what was on it? My friends and family signed a bandana for me with scripture, words of wisdom and love. I had a similar scarf-bandana when I hiked the PCT a few years ago. It was my most treasured piece of gear. There were times on the trail I would just stop and read these blessings. During my toughest days, these praises and love would help me get through those moments. Emily loved the scarf and it opened up a dialog about my faith and belief. And to think this is only day one!
Ending to a Perfect Day
Today was a picture perfect day. The sun shined all day, I had a skip in my step and I thought, Lord you sure know how to bless me! I made it to camp, found a relatively flat bench to pitch my tent, and enjoyed the sound of the river flowing below. Good Friday was a spectacular day filled with hope and promise for the days to come. What an amazing God I serve.
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.” Psalms 28:7 NIV
The journey has began. I kissed my hubby George goodbye this morning as he dropped me off at the airport. I attempted to explain to my dog that she wasn’t able to go this time. Her big brown eyes melted my heart as she nodded, and in her sweet way, told me she would take care of George. Animals are a secret doorway to your soul. They truly have a way of making you feel like the most wonderful human being on this planet or an absolute heel. I felt like a bit of both as I turned and headed for the friendly skies of United Airlines.
In my household, I am definitely the crazy one. I have this adventurous spirit that is most difficult to squelch. Some call it insane, others wanderlust but I believe it’s innate. Like something I was born with. My dog Zoey has it. She is a McNab, a type of Border Collie. We never taught her to herd, or go after anything that moves, but yet it is what makes her Zoey! Sometimes I believe that moving, trekking, wandering is part of my genes, something innate in me. I have an unstoppable thirst to hike!
Support Crew
Each of us who desire to do long distant hiking have a support crew. Or at least, I would hope so. George is my support. He told me that God explained that he was designed to love and support me in ways that only he can. On these adventures, he takes care of the fort, keeps our teenage grandson Sid in check and mails my every need to me. I have packed over 20 boxes and he has them labeled, organized and marked them for delivery. George is my personal Amazon Delivery Man.
Now What?
I made it halfway to the trail. We’ll actually much further than that. I am sequestered in Tennessee with my dear friends. They are my Trail Angels who will take me to Amicoloa Falls State Park near Springer Mountain, Georgia this week. I will spend the week acclimating to East Coast weather; humidity, wind, rain and snow. In the short time I am here, I’ll experience about all that Mother Nature can dish out. The big difference is I’ll be tucked inside a nice warm home, with indoor plumbing, hot showers and a fully equipped kitchen. This will be my last taste of civilization before I hit the trail.
Me and my most beautiful Trail Angel Elisa
Perfect Timing
The last few days have been filled with boxes to check off, friends to take care of, family to love and meetings to oversee. Yet, my Lord has made it all possible. He has brought me help from the most unexpected places. The blessings I have received from friends is astonishing and a bit overwhelming at times. This paved the way for the perfect timing.
Many people only dream of following their passions. They talk of doing this or that but when the rubber meets the road, nothing actually happens. What is the perfect timing? Is there really such a thing? I believe in God’s perfect timing. If we pursue him and his hearts desires, then the perfect timing will present itself.
The journey to God starts with one small step at a time. He doesn’t expect you to run the mile, but he does promise to give you strength to go the distance. God will always provide you with what you need, when you need it, in His perfect time!
And so my journey begins. On Friday I will be hitting the trail, not running, but ever so thankful! Thankful for my friends and family that have helped me find the perfect timing and giving me the courage to pursue my walk with the Lord.
Less than two weeks, I’ll be placing my first step on the Appalachian Trail. What thoughts are going through my head? Will I have enough or will I have too much? Will I be the one that is sending all my worldly possessions home or will I be wishing I brought just one more roll of TP? Highly doubt I’ll be counting sheets of toilet paper, but maybe using my AT Guide for more than just reading and navigating!
Total Base Weight 14.8 (Food and Water not included)
Provisions on the Trail
This I’ve given much thought to. I am a planner and have a full-on spreadsheet with dates, miles, locations, resupplies and whether I’ll find fuel, showers or laundry at the destination. Yep, that’s me! I was never an accountant but I am a neurotic organizer of all things. Down to my underwear drawer, rolled up, sized, type and meticulously placed next to lavender sachets.
AT Itinerary from Springer Mountain to Standing Bear Farm Hostel
I received my final box of freeze dried meals today. My boxes are stuffed with provisions from food, electrolytes, coffee and tea assortments, facial wipes, small packages of Kleenex just in case the bidet doesn’t clean me 100% and assorted bags of hard candy. Along with other items that are truly not needed but nice to have like town shampoo and conditioner, laundry pods and dryer sheets, eye gel, lotions, face masks, and an extra special bar of dark chocolate stashed away in each box.
General Delivery
Most my resupplies are being shipped Priority Mail to the local Post Office. Some of you are shaking your head and I see you. Post Offices have odd hours. Yes they do but so do I. What if my package doesn’t arrive, then what? I shipped close to 25 boxes on the PCT and never had a single one go AWOL! Not one. Priority boxes are one cost depending on the size; small, medium or large. It doesn’t matter how much I stuff them, cram as much as I possibly can before they burst at the seams. The boxes costs the same whether they are being shipped to Georgia or Maine.
PCT Mexico to Canada Completed with Class of 2015
Training. Oh boy, what am I doing? Yoga for the most part. I was hiking around my home, walking up and down hills, but honestly, yoga has offered me more benefit than anything else I’ve tried. As I mature in years, balance is my greatest concern. So I focus on one-legged stands, core, and breathing. And Hot Yoga! I’m not a big fan of humidity and felt that exposing myself to an extremely heated room for an hour is one way to prepare. In my mind, a hot yoga room closely mimics a day on the trail in Virginia when the temperature is nearing the 90s with 100% humidity. Sweat running down my neck, back, ears, forehead, and places I’d rather not disclose. You get the picture.
Am I Ready?
So am I ready? I am as ready as I can be physically, without being on the trail. Until my foot hits the dirt and starts up the countless steps of the approach trail, only then will I be able to answer the call. Until then, I am almost ready!
Our Lord is so good at getting our attention. Sometimes he places roadblocks so we don’t storm through, or push our way into places that we don’t belong. Other times he uses Godly people to remind us that we are straying. And once in awhile, he just stops us dead in our tracks! Then carefully reroutes us.
As I plan for my hike, my Dad and the Lord, needed me to be off-trek. Jesus places us right where we can be used. I was wondering what can I do to get ready from here? Jesus, in his loving way whispers to me, “I’m getting you ready spiritually. You are already, physically prepared for this!”
My incredible earthly father, Jerry
Spiritually ready? What does that really mean? As I pray, God is preparing my heart for the calling he has called me to. He has already ordained the route. The Lord has positioned hikers, day trippers, trail angels and store clerks along the way. I consider my spiritual readiness, as it relates to my own being, the Holy Spirit within me. I know you Jesus. I owe my life to you. So what is it that I need to prepare for?
Each day he uncovers, unravels my protective covering that encompasses me. He opens my eyes to things unseen. What’s in my heart? Am I truly using the gifts he has given me? These are questions I am asking my spiritual self. Do I know why he designed me? And if I truly do, I am using those gifts for God’s glory? I can only hope and believe that I am!
Today, I am less than three weeks away from stepping away from comfort, and walking into the unknown. The Appalachian Trail is the means, the highway per-say, but it is only that. The lessons ahead, the discipleship that is waiting, will be the focus of this trek. My spirituality will only be magnified as I consider and place my focus on the Lord. This is His journey and I am along to share the love that really is God’s love to give others.
Here I go again. I am a wanna-be professional hiker. Starting back in Middle School, my friend asked me to hike with her illustrious family of misfits. Honestly, I had never backpacked a day in my life, yet I was heading to Colorado to hike the Purgatory Trail. Adorning a pack, was absolutely unheard of to me. With all the necessary gear on my back, off I went.
After ten days in the mountains, and the intense weather Mother Nature could throw at our motley group, I was hooked! This catapulted my lifelong passion of wandering off into the woods. I truly found something that I didn’t even know I was missing.
Wanderlust or Nomadic
Fast-forward some 40 plus years, I am still heading into the backwoods and disappearing for weeks, if not months at a time. There is something that calls me to wanderlust. As I took part in the Ancestory.com craze, I found an unknown link to Nomadic people. I relate as I am a bit odd, hairy, enjoy sleeping outdoors and traveling by foot. On top of that, my blood type is B Positive, which supposedly enables me to transport more oxygen. Bottom line, God designed me perfectly to backpack!
Why the Appalachian Trail
This is the year I am heading east. Being a California Girl, I have done the majority of my backpacking in the Western United States, hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, Wonderland Trail, John Muir Trail, Colorado Trail, West Coast Trail, Uinta Highline Trail, you get the picture. But this year, I am hitting the Appalachian Trail (AT). Why is a good question? Honestly I was avoiding the AT for many reasons. Mostly for the logistics; it’s a long ways from home. I don’t like snakes, and frankly tics freak me out! Yet there is something appealing about mud, muck, rain and a wilder side. I love weather of all sorts and actually look forward to a good soaking. No doubt I will eat those words, but for now, bring it on!
In Forty days, I will be stepping out on the longest “hiking only” footpath in the world! That’s remarkable, exciting, and downright nerve-racking. So the next few weeks will be a flurry of decisions. What will I pack, what can I eliminate and truly how much food do I really plan to eat? The list goes on and my mind is overwhelmed.
God is With Me
In reality, this is only done because my Lord, the same Jesus you know, is with me. I have deep desires, hopes and dreams and I tend to follow my passions! As my launch date approaches, I pray daily. I pray that this is His will and not just mine. I pray that He has a path planned for me ahead of time, so when I stumble, He will pick me up, dust me off and send me back down the trail. I pray that there are people along the way that will desire to hear of His glory, His marvelous and miraculous stories and that I can convey all the love that He has shown me. And I pray that when the rubber hits the road, that I will be mentally, physically and spiritually ready for this journey. In the end, this is truly what I was made for. Appalachian Trail here I come.
February 5-6, 2022. Carson Pass to Winnemuca Lake & Return 6 miles, more or less
Snow camping! When I think about donning on Snowshoes, lugging a very large backpack and heading to the mountains in the winter, it thrills me. It is something that you either love or not. My husband says I’m crazy but I’m just crazy about the mountains. And the reality is, this is not for everyone. A cabin with a fire roaring and a Hot Toddy sounds like an end to a perfect winters day. To me, well, I like hiking into the mountains so I can hear nothing but the sound of my snowshoes crushing across a winter blanket of snow, or gazing over the rocky precipices and knowing that most likely, I’m the only one out here.
Many years ago, I went Snow camping on Mt Jacinto. I was with a friend who knew much more than I and set me up for success. We had all the right gear, great food and a positive attitude. We rode the Aerial Tram just outside of Palm Springs to the Mt Jac Trailhead, then headed towards the peak. My friend had all the training, map and compass ready at hand, and we ventured over fields of snow all day. We made it to the base of the mountain, set up camp and then, the snow began falling. And it never stopped snowing, all night long. When we woke in the morning, it was a Winter Wonderland with about 2-3 feet of fresh snow. We never made the peak that day. We packed up and with no physical landmarks due to the continuous blinding snow, we followed a compass bearing. A few hours later, we arrived at the Tram and survived a Southern California winter storm! It was terrifying but also exhilarating. This was my introduction to Snow Camping 101.
Fast forward some thirty years, I knew with my desire for long distant hiking, I needed to be able to handle all elements that come my way. Snow, sleet, sideways rain, and all the wonders that Mother Nature can pack. I signed up with the Sierra Club Snow-Camping Division and learned that I really was clueless when it came to camping in the snow. There is much more to it than pitching a tent, and making it through the night alive! They taught me about trenching, snow caves and igloos, about cold wells that trap freezing air away from your shelter, and building walls that help mitigate wind blowing into your little abode. There was training in gear selection, deadman’s which are not what you think but actually securing your tents or tarps, without stakes, but to sticks and string, building a community kitchen so you can share meals, conversation and libations. It was a wealth of information by seasoned instructors, that I soaked up like a sponge. I take these pearls of wisdom with me as I head out yearly and camp on a snowfield.
Last weekend, a group of friends secured a permit and we snow camped near Carson Pass along the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). The weekend weather was idealistic. Blue skies, little wind and no snow in the immediate forecast. We snowshoed’ in a mighty mile or two. Yes, you read that right, not many miles but the beautiful part of snow camping, you don’t need to walk far to find the perfect camping spot! We headed into the trees looking for some flatter spots with protection from a random wind gust. We promptly pitched our tents, dug our trenches and built walls of snow around our sites. The guys worked on building a group kitchen and sawed blocks of snow for a table including suitable bench seats for our tushies, as the gals went hiking! We headed up the ridge line to Winnemuca Lake and were a bit taken back by the lack of snow. The lake was frozen, or it appeared to be anyways. I didn’t test it out as I had no plans of cryotherapy this day! The big rock outcroppings were bare of snow and lacked the dusting that I would hope it would have for the month of February. In Northern California, we had a banner December and accumulated much snow but January came, and not a drop of precipitation. Not a single snowflake and nothing in the future forecasts. Even with the lack of deep snow, it still is truly spectacular as you gaze up the passes and marvel at the grandeur of this area.
We headed back to camp and complimented the guys on their expert carpentry skills. We all pitched in with finding wood and started a fire that kept us toasty for the next few hours. When starting fire on snow there are a few rules. Start with a base of green pine needles, something that protects the dry wood from the icy snow. Then light a match and watch it burn. This keeps the fire roaring as it slowly melts into a large deep fire pit or hole in the snow. We shared hors d’oeuvres which was dinner and drank limoncello and spiced cider with Fireball. It was a splendid evening until the sunset and the temperature dropped to 15 degrees. That’s not a typo! It was frigid. By 7pm we were all in our respective tents snuggled for a cold winters nap.
My tent-mate Natalya was new to this snow camping business but she was an old hat to cold weather. She was born and raised in Russia and life was harsh when it compares to our warm soft upbringings in United States. But she knows there is no such thing as cold weather, just poor gear. She was a great partner; sleeps soundly, moves little and doesn’t complain, however cold it may be. I, on the other hand, tossed and turned all night long, slept poorly, but was toasty warm. I love my sleeping bag, my down pants and booties, my smartwool long johns, and my audio books. When you can’t sleep, put on a book and it will lull you to bed before you know it. We were in our tent for twelve hours! Luckily, there was much to talk about, share and plan for future trips. Natalya will be one of my friends who will hike a portion or two of the Appalachian Trail this spring with me. She loves the Lord and had actually prayed that God Almighty would bring her a friend that liked to hike. Answer to prayer for both of us! We have much in common, love the great outdoors and share an adventurous spirit. God brought me a great hiking partner indeed!
The following Sunday morning, we woke up before rigor mortis set in. We had our continuous cups of coffee and boiled much snow to make more water for coffee. The fire was lit again and we huddled around to thaw out from the morning temps. The sky was cloudless making the morning colder than ever but once the sun rose, we would have a picture perfect hike out. Everyone was in good spirits and started packing up for the hike back. We collapsed our tents, filled our holes and prepared our site for others incase they stumbled upon it. There is a golden rule: leave your place better than when you found it. Fill in your holes and pack out your trash. It doesn’t get much simpler than that! Just before leaving, we prayed for safety and thanksgiving for the beautiful weather and fellowship. We accomplished our mission, spending a cold winters night in the mountains and now it was time to moved out. On the way back, we ran into a few day hikers. Some with dogs, some on skies, and many with smiles from ear to ear. It takes a special person to spend the time to prepare themselves and walk into winter! But if you ever get the opportunity to embark in such a time, embrace it. The snow covered mountains are a blessing from heaven above and truly are magical! Such a place and time as this to travel the mountains and to taste it’s beauty.
As we returned to the comforts of our homes, we asked each other, why do we do this? Some agreed that it helps them to be more aware of Gods provisions. Their homes and careers, families and friends, our cushy lives. Others like me desire to disconnect, to hear and truly see Gods glory upfront and personal, to know Him deeper and respect His creation.
As I prepare for my trek this spring, I ask God for favor. To give me faith so that I may trust in the process, knowing that this will be difficult. Yet knowing that I can do all things as long as he allows me. In the weeks to come, please pray that I stay healthy and fit. That our Lord protects me as I persevere, to be all I can be, both physically, mentally and spiritually.
January 23, 2022. Granite Bay to Avery’s Pond 16.3 Miles
77 days to go and it’s getting serious. I have switched some things up, new pack and new shoes. Two of the most important pieces of gear and I’m changing them both. Well, at least I am trying them out.
My backpack is Gossamer G20 which is around 40 liters. A bit smaller that I usually carry but I was thinking with so many town stops and resupply options along the way, it should be fine. The jury is still out being my gear alone basically fills the inners and doesn’t leave much space for food. This could be a problem as eating is a very vital part of hiking. You need to replenish the thousands of calories that your body is expending as you walk up and down the glorious trail.
As for my shoes, this is near and dear to my heart! If your feet are sore or they are not happy, there’s no way you can put in the daily miles. I have been a true blue loyal customer to Solomons for the past ten years. I wore them on countless hikes, treks and thru-hikes, so why on Gods green earth would I switch? My number one reason is the rocks, roots and mud I will encounter on the AT. The Appalachian Trail is known for being an old trail and with that comes worn out footpaths and countless rocks! My Solomon’s don’t provide the padding that my aging feet are requiring these days. So I am trying out Altras. They are most popular for long distant hikers being they have a wide toe box and rear trap that holds your gaiters in place. The model I am trying is Timp2 which is a zero drop (mimics barefoot hiking), has a solid vibrant sole and cushy heel. I will let my feet decide as they are the boss of this choice.
Today I walked out my front door and headed north on the Pioneer Express Trail. This is a horse trail that takes you from Sacramento to Auburn. If you are really adventurous, you can keep walking to Squaw Valley. Where I live, I can walk two blocks and I’m on the trail. So I donned my pack full of all the essentials, tent, sleeping bag, pad, stove, clothes and food and headed towards the north. My game plan is Avery’s Pond, about 14-15 miles up the trail. I had my trust companion Zoey with me, a wonderful four-legged creature who was made for this type of travel. She carry’s her own pack filled with dog food, dog treats and her bowl and leash. The leash rarely comes out but it is required so she brings it with, ever so reluctantly.
The day was perfect. Blue skies, warming temperatures and relatively dry trails. There were a few other furry legged animals on the trail, along with some trail runners but I was the only backpacker. Honestly I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anyone else besides me backpacking on this piece of real estate. I’m not sure why as it is beautiful and relatively flat. The trail meanders through oak trees, brush and a bit of poison oak. It follows Folsom Lake and has beautiful vistas and rock outcroppings that overlook the water. I truly am blessed to have Folsom Lake State Park in my backyard.
As Zoey and I navigated the trail, we saw many horses and riders. Most the horse people are quite friendly and Zoey has due respect for these behemoth animals! She knows to stay away from their hind legs and typically sits on the side of the trail, without being asked, and watches as they pass us. For being a dog, she is quite smart and minds her manners. I couldn’t ask for a better behaved McNab and she is pretty happy that her owner takes her out regularly to stretch her paws!
We arrived at Rattlesnake Bar Boat Ramp and were greeted by my husband George with oranges and apples, carbonated water and beef jerky. Zoey loved the jerky as I chowed down on the fresh fruit. There is something magical about juicy fruit when all you typically eat is dried fruit or leather strips. George stayed for a bit and then nodded farewell as Zoey and I meandered up the last bit of our trail for the day. We made it to Avery’s Pond to find it quite empty. With the lack of rain the past few years, many lakes and ponds have dried up. We continued on and found a nice sheltered plateau above Folsom Lake. Zoey began bird watching as I set up for the night.
The evening was cool and once the sun set, it was downright cold. We both squeezed into our tent, had dinner and proceeded to sleep early. Tomorrow will be a warmer.
September 24, 2022. Avery’s Pond to Auburn Overlook 6.5 Miles
What a night. Zoey was on watch all night. She kept going in and out of the tent, star gazing and looking for nocturnal critters that were obviously going to invade our campsite. Then she started barking and growling at the wind. She was definitely on guard defending my presence. I had little to zero sleep and rose with the sun. Honestly I just wanted to drink some coffee and head up the hill to Auburn.
We tore down camp. Who am I kidding? I tore down camp as Zoey watched. We had breakfast, me polenta and sausage, Zoey lamb and rice with beef jerky sprinkled in. We both ate every single morsel and cleaned our bowls! Once packed up, we headed up the trail to Auburn. The trail followed the northern portion of Folsom Lake. The trail is well maintained and we saw quite a few runners this morning enjoying the perfect weather for mid-January. Only in California Will the temperatures dip down to the 30’s at night and warm to the 60’s in the day during what is suppose to be winter! Yes, we need more rain but I’ll wait till I get home for the rain dance!
As I think back on my two day jaunt, I believe my feet approve of the new shoes. It was touch and go for a bit as I got used to the Zero Drop but once my calves were stretched to their limits, all was good. The pack fits perfectly. It has wide padded shoulders and the hip belt sits right where it needs to. There is something splendid about having a base weight of less than 15 pounds. I was 12.4 pounds without food and water so there’s nothing to complain about when your backpack weighs less than many peoples daypack!
My Lord shined on me as I ventured out on this little adventure. He was present with all His glorious beauty, warm sunshine and numerous stars in the night sky. I know there are some people who question my thoughts of walking into the woods all by myself. But honestly, I am never alone. I hear God speaking to me as I climb the hills, when I come around a bend and marvel at this creation of his, or when I sit in my tent praying. I am never alone nor am I lonely. It is the solitude that I am relishing in, the quietness that I desire and the never ending source of peace. It is the end of a perfect day!
It has been some time since I entered words on a page. As I sit here and wonder what is next, I know that the Lord has been placing this trail on my heart. The Appalachian Trail, a winding long distance walk from Georgia to Maine that traverses 14 states and roughly 2,200 miles. I have been curious of this far away place, not really that far, but much of my hiking has been in the Western United States. As I gear up and contemplate what this year will teach me, I keep focusing on my word for the year “Journey”.
Journey is defined by Webster as a trip or tour, mean travel from one place to another, usually means of traveling a long distance and often in dangerous or difficult circumstances. I’m not digging the dangerous part, yet I know I have Jesus on my side and He will guide my every footstep. I do trust that this will be more of a “life journey,” as meditation brings balance to my thoughts and actions in my ways. This relationship of walking with the Lord, meditating on his word provides peace, contentment and joy that lasts a lifetime. I have found solace indeed as I hike trails, when my feet trod over soil, muddy, slimy and sometimes dusty roads, when my thoughts wander to creation and this incredible world that I am part of.
In our life journey, the unexpected may remind us or surprise us. My expectations for this hike builds as the days get closer. What will it be like? How will the weather effect my plans? Who will I meet and minister to along the way? Am I ready to conquer this unknown territory? All these questions with few answers. The lessons I learned from my first long distant hike was expect the unexpected, embrace the unknown and accept where you are right now. It is a funny thing as I plan this hike, prepare my daily milage sheets, plot my resupply boxes and determine where they will be mailed, schedule my nero’s and zero’s (days with little miles or no milage), and when I will finish.
A funny side story: As I am a planner, I have built my excel spreadsheet, planning everyday on the trail, where I would camp, resupply or pick up food and gear boxes, spend town days and take days off, down to the absolutes. Nothing left for chance. There is an event called “Trail Days” that happens every year in Damascus, Virginia and most, if not all thru-hikers attend. As I was plotting my days and milage, I fell short of Damascus by some 20-30 miles. To my luck there is a Hostel ran by a local named Dave and he provides rides for hikers. I called him late Thursday night assuming I would go straight to voice mail but to my surprise he answered the phone. I explained to him my dilemma that I will be a few miles shy of Damascus and wanted to see if I could hitch a ride. My plan was that I would arrive at his fine establishment on Friday, May 13th. He laughed and said, “Sweetheart, if you think you are going to follow an itinerary and arrive here on Friday the 13th, I’ll have a welcome banner with a free beer waiting for you!” I was a bit taken back and explained that I hiked the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) a few years ago, was well aware of the milage I was capable of and understood the dynamics of the trail. Dave stopped me mid-sentence and told me, “This is not the PCT, this is the Appalachian Trail and they are two different worlds.” With that I told him I’d be there Friday morning at 9am and he said, “if that’s the case I’ll have two beers for you!” We hung up and my illusion of this trail changed dramatically.
For the many who know nothing of this trail, it traverses through 14 states including Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine. The Appalachian Trail also referred to as the AT is described as the longest hiking-only trail in the world. More than 3 million people are said to hike on a part of this trail yearly. The highest point is Clingmans Dome at 6.643′ and the lowest point is Bear Mountain State Park at 124′. Although the Appalachian Mountains are relatively low when compared to the Sierras or the Rocky Mountains, the amount of climb on the Appalachian Trail for a thru-hike is 515,000′ compared to the PCT which is 315,000′ or the Continental Divide Trail which is 400,000′. That is equivalent to climbing Mt Everest 17 times! So needless to say this will be one incredible and exhausting journey, filled with countless ups and downs.
At this point, I can only imagine what lies on the trail ahead. What treasures the Lord has for me, the people He has planned for me to meet and walk with, and the absolute trust I will need to take countless steps forward, every moment of everyday. This terrain I will walk on and the trees I will be surrounded by will be of nothing I have ever experienced. The nature that will envelop this trek will be something I have no knowledge of. The weather, rain, sleet, snow, wind, humidity and did I say RAIN will be a force to reckon with! The rocks, roots, mud and muck I will conquer daily without complaint, oh right. Surely I will be in the midst of something I have only dreamt about.
I have selected April 15th to start my journey. It will be Good Friday when I climb the 604 wooden steps that precede the AT. It is tradition to start on the “Approach Trail” which will let me know fairly quickly what is in-store for me in the upcoming five month trek. As I considered this hike, I was not fond of the elements that would present themselves, but I truly believe that this is the Lords way of refining me. He has a sweet way of putting me right where I need to be, humbling me and submitting my ways to His ways. So with that, I am training and preparing my heart for the days ahead. May you find a journey that will help you grow and mature in your faith. With God, all things are possible…even the Appalachian Trail.
I am the daughter of a King who is not moved by this world. For my God is with me and goes before me. I do not fear because I am His.
All photos above have been shared by the Ravens. They are wonderful friends that are Triple Crowner’s, hiking all three long distant trails in the US. You can follow their family as they hike: theravens15.wordpress.com
After walking, hiking, trekking or climbing, there is something so sweet about coming home. This year, I came back to Oakdale where my sweet father lives. It’s close to my home as he lives in Oakdale and I’m near Sacramento, California.
My Favorite Guys – George & Sid
Prior to jumping on my flight home, my dear husband George and mighty dog Zoey met Sid and I, in Salem, Virginia. George had driven across country to support me on the trail. With his new purchase, a 19’ Travel Trailer, the plan was to follow me as I continued nobo on the AT. Well we all know how plans go. We make plans and God laughs! So George and I had 24 hours of hugs and kisses & Zoey finally had us all back together again. Little did she know, it was not going to last long.
George, Zoey and I in the Love Shoe
We made the best of times. We all went to dinner, some Southern Cooking was in order. After dinner, we saw the new “Top Gun- Maverick” movie. My grandson has never seen Top Gun before. I couldn’t believe it. He must be the only person on this planet that hasn’t seen the best movie ever! If you haven’t watched it yet, do yourself a favor and go see it. I’ve never been too excited about sequels but I must admit, this was all sorts of entertaining.
Best Movie Ever 😊
Afterwards, we indulged in Dairy Queen Frosties or Blizzards-the ice cream you can turn upside-down and it still stays in your cup! Such a nice reunion. We waddled back to our Hotel and quickly I fell asleep.
Friday morning was a whirlwind of activity. I had been staying in contact with my sister and she was giving me updates on Dad. Prior to me leaving, Dad had open-heart surgery which was followed up with an implanted pacemaker-defibrillator. Needless to say, things didn’t go as well as expected. His heart wasn’t responding properly and his medications were causing severe side effects. My sister Kari called 911 out of desperation, and Dad was whisked away.
Two Sisters who Love Jesus
When I left the trail this year, I had asked Jesus to give me that compass for my next few steps. I had no idea what I was going back to. When I stepped off the plane, Kari was waiting. She updated me on all things Dad and was reassuring that he was in good and capable hands. The last two months while I was hiking, Kari kept Dad under constant care. She was with him 24/7 to the point there was no time for herself. She wouldn’t say it but she needed help. There is something that family understands without words, and this was my time to take the reigns. We laughed, we cried and we consoled each other. What a blessing to have a sister who you can share life with.
Jennie, Dad and I at Sutter Memorial
In times like these, I lean so heavily on the Lord, his grace and healing powers are my hope. Right now I am sitting in the hospital with Dad, trying to watch the Dodgers do what they do best. Win Baseball Games! My Dad loves the Dodgers. He has been a fan from the beginning of time and I am happy to support his team. In reality, the Dodgers are my Home Team too. The game didn’t go so good for Dodger fans, so we moved on to Hallmark Movies. Yes, Dad is a helpless romantic. Another thing we have in common. Here I sit watching our movie, while Dad says, “I’m still listening!” He’s fast asleep.
Dad, Me & Hallmark = 😴
So with all this, I still yearn for another mile on the trail, just one more uphill, maybe a thunder and lightning show of power, and an elusive stream to soak my tired feet. Two months was not enough but right now, it will have to suffice. I truly believe that I am exactly where I am suppose to be. God’s compass has directed me here. So my walk may change but the sweet Lord will always direct me! I find such peace in Him, the love of Jesus and am thoroughly blessed by all of you! I am immensely grateful for the outpouring of love, support and prayers I have received in the past few days. Thank you, each and everyone of you, who have walked with me through this journey. I will return to the trail when the Lord swings open that door again, but for now, I am right where I need to be. Home sweet home.
When the time is right, I, the Lord, will make it happen. Isaiah 60:22
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