...And I'll tell you why. I received so much love here in Waynesboro that, sitting on the post office walkway in the sun, I almost burst into tears.
Chelle sent me another New Hampshire postcard. She's amazing... she has been sending me postcards to every one of my maildrop stops.
MK sent me homemade brownies and chocolate and goodies and a card with current event updates and the transcript of Obama's Notre Dame speech for my reading pleasure, and a picture of the former inhabitants of 1797 Beacon, namely, her and myself and Teenie. And I could finally show my friends faces to accompany all the stories. It made me sad. But also happy. I so miss my apartment, and that life, and Boston, and Teenie and MK.
Teenie sent me all sorts of wonderful treats (my roommates know that true love comes from Trader Joe's, ha!) which she wrapped and I got to open ::smiley face:: Also I had a good laugh... this package obviously came from a fellow hiker, as it included Ziplocks and clean grocery bags, hahaha. [We use these for repackaging food items and for trash bags-- Pack it in, Pack it out!] And she sent a card and a picture of my beloved Jacoby Ellsbury stealing home against Andy Pettitte. I miss the Sox. She also sent me my "real birthday present": a bag of TJ's dried pineapple. This was actually hilarious, and I was laughing out loud forever. I'll explain. As many of you know, Teenie was supposed to come along on this epic adventure. We have known each other since girl scouts in the fourth grade, and we sometimes refer to our friendship as "The Cult of the Pineapple Juice" because we basically met on a camping trip that involved drinking pineapple juice straight from the can. As a result, for years now, each has given the other a birthday pineapple as a commemorative sort of joke. So, you see, on Saturday I'm celebrating 25 (or, as my brother keeps reminding me, 'the quarter-century') on the trail, and Teenie still managed to get me my pineapple... and in trail-friendly form. I wished I could express how amazing and wonderful and hysterical this was to my trail family, The Goonies. But I don't think it really translated.
My mom sent me a box of the most delicious cookies I think I have ever had. There are all sorts of goodies in there. Mmmmm. And, in response to all my complaints that I miss music so so so much, she sent me a beautiful harmonica with a bunch of instruction sets that she researched on the internet. It was a perfect, super thoughtful gift. (Thanks, Mom!) She also sent me a bunch of toys, and a paper tiara that I was expressly instructed to wear on Saturday. I can't wait! Haha.
Speaking of music-- I'm at the Waynesboro public library right now, and, glorious glorious!- there are headphones attached to all the computers. I opened up my Pandora account... to the Dresden Dolls station, obviously. And after an easy 5 miles into Waynesboro (hard-earned after a beastly rock-infested 22 yesterday!), a delicious lunch, and a hot shower at the Y, I am sitting around surrounded by boxes of love and AFP in my ears. And this is all so amazing that I want to jump up and yell. But I won't. I'm in a library.
Sorry. I get so excited in town sometimes.
Hiking life flows along smoothly. Miles seem to be melting away. We're at 852 here. We're about to enter Shenandoah National Park, which we have all looked forward to for a long time. I am particularly excited about this patch. Three years ago I came through here on my road trip from Boston to Atlanta to Austin. I drove down the Skyline Drive, which the AT crosses 35-40 times through its 103-mile stretch. To return to the park, on foot, headed in the opposite direction while chasing down a silly dream, fills me with a sense of awe I can barely describe. In a very valuable piece of my home life, I had regular coffee dates with one of my friends. There she would let me ramble on my philosophical musings, something I appreciated greatly because though I have them almost daily, no one wants to listen usually, ha. but I often referred to the wonder that materialized in me when I saw a circle in my life. This particular circle comes partly as a result of my unquenchable sense of adventure. But, simultaneously, I had no idea that long after a ride down Skyline Drive, which I cited as one of the most beautiful places I had seen, I would come back on foot, and, instead of driving away to a foreign destination, I would be, in effect, taking steps toward home.
I hope you're all well. Thank you for the love.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make some phone calls-- this is the first time I have had cell service in a week and a half.
All my love. Peace. Stay well.
<3 WindUp
p.s. Waynesboro is my new vote for most Hiker-friendly trail town, thereby replacing Damascus, which, to be perfectly honest, I think is running primarily on reputation. Two different people actually pulled over while we were walking just to see if we needed a ride. A woman in front of the post office gave us cookies that she couldn't fit into the box for her son. Another woman gave us raisinettes... just because. Showers? Free at the Y. Need some soap? Free toiletries compliments of a local church. And already about 25 sets of well-wishes. I donated my birthday toys to the daycare center as a thank you offering. They said the kids would be glad to have them. However, should any of the YMCA of Waynesboro Daycare staff ever happen upon this blog, I apologize for the noisemakers. And the kazoos.
:)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Miles; Stones; Milestones.
Hello dearests. Hello from the Dutch Haus in Montebello, Virginia. This week marked 2 months and 800 miles. It also marks something else, but that's a bunch of nonsense that I'll let my friends handle because I'm a wee bit embarrassed. I can hardly believe any of this.
The middle of Virginia has proved rugged and demanding, with several 2,000-3,000 foot climb days. My feet hurt. But mentally I've been rolling over the mountains. I remarked in some fireside conversation with my brother Saint and friend G that I have really been hitting my stride and have felt much better on the trail. They said they had noticed the change. In the early stages I felt taxed by speed and mileage. I set out with intent to "hike my own hike" as we say out here, but something happened. "My own hike" became a thread in a web among the trail community. I met the rest of the Goonies, and found that laughter, good company, and the presence of friendship on a journey on which I thought it would be sparse led me farther in a day than I would have traveled on my own. The comfortable speed and mileage my short legs and anaerobically-conditioned (vs. distance-oriented and aerobic) body would have preferred contrasted starkly with the pace of my new friends. But that gap has been ever-shortening, and has nearly closed. 20-mile days no longer intimidate me. I even looked at the full map of the AT today, on display at the Dutch Haus. I had been avoiding them. It doesn't look so scary anymore. I told Gansta and Wags about a conversation I had last week with one of my best friends. She said, "I can't believe you've already walked 700 miles. You're going to DO this!" I said, "Haha, yeah I'm starting to think so myself!" They liked it. I mean, I am ever the pessimist, and I still think something crazy is going to happen (always). But, it's looking... better. I mean it did drop below freezing again last night, and I almost drowned in my tent 3 nights before that, because, as I wrote to my beloved Almost Hiking Partner in an email, Noah's Ark Part II decided to happen when we were camping between shelters. But I woke up with all my toes atill functioning, and my lungs still pumping air and not water. Despite myself I am beginning to hold out some hope that this dream might actually be within reach.
For the record, I am knocking on wood right now.
Trail humor has provided much entertainment along the way. We were so looking forward to our stopover at the Dutch Haus (well worth all the hype, by the way) that we spent the last 2 days speaking in Dutch accents. Okay, so they were probably more like German, but, let it happen. Actually, G's was definitely coming from some Asian nation. But in any case, we had great fun. We all signed the trail register at Seeley-Woodworth Shelter "[insert trail name here] Haus" and Saint wrote "The Goonie Haus" on top of the page, and "Goonies always say 'haus'" at the bottom (a reference to the line "Goonies never say die!" which has made it into the registers on all days when we have been separated). A couple of days ago we read in the Thru-Hikers' Companion (read: Trail Bible) that a 5-year-old boy had gone missing a long time ago on one of the mountains we were climbing after he went to look for some firewood for his school house. I composed some lyrics about little Ottie to the tune of "the little drummer boy" while G and I were hiking together. G sings made-up songs all the time. Wags made Saint rub her feet in a shelter, which led to all sorts of jokes. I spent the entire day randomly yelling out "BEN & JERRY'S!" on the way to town last week. And then I ate some and it was glorious. Sometimes we talk to Hermes, even though he has been ahead of us for days, going to meet his uncle for a zero day. And, though I blush to admit it, the adolescent bathroom humor abounds.
In any case, we are definitely having fun out here amidst all the work of thru-hiking. And it is work; though like the work of one's most chosen and prized career. And we look forward to days like today, where Lois Arnold of the Dutch Haus does my laundry for me and I get to sit in a bathrobe while it dries in the breeze outside, and I eat 2 giant delicious home-cooked meals. And I email my college roommate because Penthouse 509 might come visit this weekend, and I am so excited. And there's a guitar here! And I play for over an hour. And I finally get down on Fake Plastic Trees, which has been dancing around my head since I told a story about the greatest New Year's Eve in the history of New Year's Eves. And I miss music so much that I even get up the courage to sing (belt it, sing!) and I don't much care who is listening. And I can write for a bit while my friends are off watching TV because it's 'Dancing With the Stars' night, you know. And I know my mom is watching at home so it makes me smile. And we'll go back on the trail tomorrow, me and friends, and we'll climb some painintheass climbs, but after it'll be another day down, and we'll think, 'Yeah we did that. It wasn't so bad. Let's do it again tomorrow.' And we will.
That's so beautiful.
Love you guys.
<3 WindUp
Trail foot woes:
The middle of Virginia has proved rugged and demanding, with several 2,000-3,000 foot climb days. My feet hurt. But mentally I've been rolling over the mountains. I remarked in some fireside conversation with my brother Saint and friend G that I have really been hitting my stride and have felt much better on the trail. They said they had noticed the change. In the early stages I felt taxed by speed and mileage. I set out with intent to "hike my own hike" as we say out here, but something happened. "My own hike" became a thread in a web among the trail community. I met the rest of the Goonies, and found that laughter, good company, and the presence of friendship on a journey on which I thought it would be sparse led me farther in a day than I would have traveled on my own. The comfortable speed and mileage my short legs and anaerobically-conditioned (vs. distance-oriented and aerobic) body would have preferred contrasted starkly with the pace of my new friends. But that gap has been ever-shortening, and has nearly closed. 20-mile days no longer intimidate me. I even looked at the full map of the AT today, on display at the Dutch Haus. I had been avoiding them. It doesn't look so scary anymore. I told Gansta and Wags about a conversation I had last week with one of my best friends. She said, "I can't believe you've already walked 700 miles. You're going to DO this!" I said, "Haha, yeah I'm starting to think so myself!" They liked it. I mean, I am ever the pessimist, and I still think something crazy is going to happen (always). But, it's looking... better. I mean it did drop below freezing again last night, and I almost drowned in my tent 3 nights before that, because, as I wrote to my beloved Almost Hiking Partner in an email, Noah's Ark Part II decided to happen when we were camping between shelters. But I woke up with all my toes atill functioning, and my lungs still pumping air and not water. Despite myself I am beginning to hold out some hope that this dream might actually be within reach.
For the record, I am knocking on wood right now.
Trail humor has provided much entertainment along the way. We were so looking forward to our stopover at the Dutch Haus (well worth all the hype, by the way) that we spent the last 2 days speaking in Dutch accents. Okay, so they were probably more like German, but, let it happen. Actually, G's was definitely coming from some Asian nation. But in any case, we had great fun. We all signed the trail register at Seeley-Woodworth Shelter "[insert trail name here] Haus" and Saint wrote "The Goonie Haus" on top of the page, and "Goonies always say 'haus'" at the bottom (a reference to the line "Goonies never say die!" which has made it into the registers on all days when we have been separated). A couple of days ago we read in the Thru-Hikers' Companion (read: Trail Bible) that a 5-year-old boy had gone missing a long time ago on one of the mountains we were climbing after he went to look for some firewood for his school house. I composed some lyrics about little Ottie to the tune of "the little drummer boy" while G and I were hiking together. G sings made-up songs all the time. Wags made Saint rub her feet in a shelter, which led to all sorts of jokes. I spent the entire day randomly yelling out "BEN & JERRY'S!" on the way to town last week. And then I ate some and it was glorious. Sometimes we talk to Hermes, even though he has been ahead of us for days, going to meet his uncle for a zero day. And, though I blush to admit it, the adolescent bathroom humor abounds.
In any case, we are definitely having fun out here amidst all the work of thru-hiking. And it is work; though like the work of one's most chosen and prized career. And we look forward to days like today, where Lois Arnold of the Dutch Haus does my laundry for me and I get to sit in a bathrobe while it dries in the breeze outside, and I eat 2 giant delicious home-cooked meals. And I email my college roommate because Penthouse 509 might come visit this weekend, and I am so excited. And there's a guitar here! And I play for over an hour. And I finally get down on Fake Plastic Trees, which has been dancing around my head since I told a story about the greatest New Year's Eve in the history of New Year's Eves. And I miss music so much that I even get up the courage to sing (belt it, sing!) and I don't much care who is listening. And I can write for a bit while my friends are off watching TV because it's 'Dancing With the Stars' night, you know. And I know my mom is watching at home so it makes me smile. And we'll go back on the trail tomorrow, me and friends, and we'll climb some painintheass climbs, but after it'll be another day down, and we'll think, 'Yeah we did that. It wasn't so bad. Let's do it again tomorrow.' And we will.
That's so beautiful.
Love you guys.
<3 WindUp
Trail foot woes:
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Books & coffee & Mexican & phone calls and other magical things.
Happy Zero Day!
It is. I am enjoying sitting.
I mailed myself a copy of Farewell to Arms to this fair hamlet (Pearisburg, Virginia, mile 625.9), which I picked up at a library book sale in Erwin, TN for the bargain price of FREE. Apparently no one wanted all those books. I did. I took Zora Neale Hurston also. I thought I had stumbled across Nerd Heaven when I wandered down to the creepy library basement and discovered a veritable vault of unwanted books. I don't usually think of those two words in conjunction. I set out without any reading material (besides the trail guide) on this trek thinking that 1) I better get used to carrying all the other stuff first and 2) I would write more without books to keep me company. I think both assumptions stood correct at the time. But since I'm starting to mail home some of the winter clothes, and I have filled my first journal/sketch pad of trailside ruminations, I am glad to have a literary companion. I had coffee this morning too. Pieces of my old life still exist in town. I surely missed reading though. I worked on a super Evangelical Christian book that some wonderful super Evangelicals gave me when we stayed at their house. I found it provocative, and I was glad as always to broaden my own worldview though I didn't agree with most of the material. I wrote in the margins, as I am wont to do with heavier reading, and sent it home for the Religion section of my bookshelf. Or, well, where it might be if it weren't full already. I was so glad for the thoughts though.
Religion and religious conversation have popped up several times throughout this journey, which has both surprised and delighted me. It has always been one of my favorite topics of exploration. A few have firm roots in one religion, mostly Christianity. But most of those who seem open to discussion believe in the wealth of experience and a search for meaning in life that transcends definite answers. Some are content to shrug; some search actively; some explore many religions hoping to find a good fit; some search many religions with the understanding that they share a commonality of reaching toward the unreachable. It seems, though, that most of us have chosen the Trail as religion, at least for now. I can see why. In so many ways this journey mirrors the continual quest for personal growth and larger connectivity present in major religiosity. If I have been asked, I freely give a brief history of my own rambling religious background. I usually conclude with, I'll be on that great quest for the rest of my life. But then again, I'm one for the journey not the destination, which is why I'm out here in the first place. And surely I have found an abundance of soul food, and the community to go along with it.
As a segue to take us at least halfway back down to earth...
I was trying to look up the peak for the Eta Aquarids meteor shower, but am having some troubles. It could be peaking tonight, or tomorrow, or the next day. But, considering the upcoming weather reports, all we'll be seeing is the inside of more rain clouds. (Wohh wohhhhh). Luckily, the Perseids shower is even better and that's not until August. By August we'll be probably in New Hampshire, where the sky, completely devoid of light pollution, should have me looking up so much I'll be sleeping off the neck cramps. I look forward to it.
And bringing it back to the ground...
Things are turning green...it's so exciting. We had an overlook yesterday called Angel's Rest outside of Pearisburg, and, for the first time, the hills looked full of life. It's encouraging. I took a picture of a White Trillium in bloom yesterday. Yay.
I think I won't have a chance at a computer for a while, so stay well until I can check mail and things again, lovies.
Thank you's to Chelle for all my post cards, and Mary for the card, and Mom for all the love that I know has been going into those cookies.
Really. You all just drop these things in the mail, but it really makes my day.
Peace, much love, and happy trails.
<3>
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Rabbit Rabbit
Happy May!
In honor of the month change (and weather change!? please?) I shall share a family-fun joke cherished by botanists and Massachusettsians alike:
April showers bring May flowers. What do May flowers bring?
(wait for it)
...Pilgrims!
::tee hee hee hee::
Oh, hi!
We're in the exciting town of Bland, Virginia (tee hee again), having hiked 583 miles. I cannot believe we are going to hit 600 tomorrow. It seems so surreal to have traveled so far on foot. My legs and feet believe it, though. My diet changes do as well. We talk about this constantly-- the prospective readjustment to real life, i.e., "What do you mean I can't have Snickers bars for breakfast?" or "Wait... 'Little Debbie's' isn't supposed to be its own daily meal?" It's fine. Let it happen.
News keeps flooding in from home: engagements, new relationships, etc. I feel so removed sometimes, and I have started to really cherish the voicemails and phone calls. I miss the voices of my loved ones, and their (your!) embraces, especially. The thru-hiker's life is on many days bountiful and on others a balance teetering on deprivation. I'd have to say I definitely don't get enough hugs out here.
The terrain in Virginia has seemed friendly so far. We climbed some mountains (the largest in VA, Mount Rogers, we climbed but didn't summit...lame, AT routers) but have been walking along a ridge for much of the time as well. It's always welcome. Things are finally starting to bloom, especially at low elevations, and the flowers and burgeoning plant life have placed many smiles on my face. The other day we walked through some farm land and then through some fields and meadows. Flowering trees scented the air; colors dotted the fields. I picked up a dandelion and put it behind my ear. I spent most of that day walking with my friend Hermes, who paused under a cherry blossom, leaning up on his tip toes to smell a flower. It made me smile. We agreed afterwards that it had been one of our favorite days on the trail thus far. Pat/Saint, Wags, Gangsta and I saw a Black Rat Snake yesterday. At 4 1/2 feet long, it was by far the largest snake I have ever seen in the wild, and I was very glad I didn't come upon it first. Gangsta, my wildlife buddy, started provoking it with her trekking pole and I got a great photo of it all curled up staring at the pole tip. Our friend Dutch is carrying a plastic basketball hoop and the boys strung it up and were playing basketball in a shelter the other night. It was entertaining. We also finally heard the Whippoorwill that G has been telling us about, so I can identify that call now too, bringing the grand total to 5 (well, 5 1/2, I'm still working on the Wood Thrush). We had a great laugh because she's been imitating the call for us for weeks and we never heard it, so my brother started to make fun of her for creating a fake bird. We finally heard it, but then it it didn't shut up all night next to our tents so everyone was all Whippoorwilled-out. There are many moments like this; we hold on to beautiful pieces, to stories, to jokes and games, to conversation and memory, and, then, we walk.
Our pack, known by some on the trail as "The Crew," but self-titled "The Goonies" (as a rejection of "The Brady Bunch" --we are far too inappropriate for such a moniker anyways), will be dissipating over the next few days. Gangsta's dad and husband are coming for visits on separate days this week. Hermes is going to meet his brother in Pearisburg. Rusticus had a package in Bastian and went there instead of Bland so we lost him yesterday. Wags is trying to catch the Pack of Divas. We have all been hiking together since the first week, and it will dramatically change the face of my travels not to have these people around the campfire at night. We hope to reassemble over the next few weeks, but that may prove difficult. We shall see.
The rain returned, naturally, and should continue on and off for the next four days at least. But! There is one important change from the beginning of this trek: temperature. I no longer have to worry about hypothermia when I get wet, which is lovely. Yesterday it rained but I hiked in my shorts and tshirt anyways. The night before it rained but the camping wasn't so miserable with the warmth there to accompany the sogginess. It does make you smell like wet dog at the end of the day though. Gross. Not to worry; I have since showered and am ready for another round of getwetstaywetandsmellterrible. Just laugh...I do. Anyone still up for one of those hugs?
Pat and I will be in Pearisburg probably Monday afternoon for a much-needed zero day on Tuesday. We pulled almost 20 every day this week. And something weird is going on with my heel that involved self-surgery. Gross again. But I jsut had my mom ship me my lighter boots now that we're hopefully out of snow season. I laced them up this morning and they feel like sneakers in comparison to the Vibram soles. So I might be flying.
But I miss you, dearests, and, as always, you are in my thoughts every day. All my love. Happy Trails.
<3 Bee/WindUp
Wags and G demo, it rains all the time:
And the Black Rat Snake interaction:
In honor of the month change (and weather change!? please?) I shall share a family-fun joke cherished by botanists and Massachusettsians alike:
April showers bring May flowers. What do May flowers bring?
(wait for it)
...Pilgrims!
::tee hee hee hee::
Oh, hi!
We're in the exciting town of Bland, Virginia (tee hee again), having hiked 583 miles. I cannot believe we are going to hit 600 tomorrow. It seems so surreal to have traveled so far on foot. My legs and feet believe it, though. My diet changes do as well. We talk about this constantly-- the prospective readjustment to real life, i.e., "What do you mean I can't have Snickers bars for breakfast?" or "Wait... 'Little Debbie's' isn't supposed to be its own daily meal?" It's fine. Let it happen.
News keeps flooding in from home: engagements, new relationships, etc. I feel so removed sometimes, and I have started to really cherish the voicemails and phone calls. I miss the voices of my loved ones, and their (your!) embraces, especially. The thru-hiker's life is on many days bountiful and on others a balance teetering on deprivation. I'd have to say I definitely don't get enough hugs out here.
The terrain in Virginia has seemed friendly so far. We climbed some mountains (the largest in VA, Mount Rogers, we climbed but didn't summit...lame, AT routers) but have been walking along a ridge for much of the time as well. It's always welcome. Things are finally starting to bloom, especially at low elevations, and the flowers and burgeoning plant life have placed many smiles on my face. The other day we walked through some farm land and then through some fields and meadows. Flowering trees scented the air; colors dotted the fields. I picked up a dandelion and put it behind my ear. I spent most of that day walking with my friend Hermes, who paused under a cherry blossom, leaning up on his tip toes to smell a flower. It made me smile. We agreed afterwards that it had been one of our favorite days on the trail thus far. Pat/Saint, Wags, Gangsta and I saw a Black Rat Snake yesterday. At 4 1/2 feet long, it was by far the largest snake I have ever seen in the wild, and I was very glad I didn't come upon it first. Gangsta, my wildlife buddy, started provoking it with her trekking pole and I got a great photo of it all curled up staring at the pole tip. Our friend Dutch is carrying a plastic basketball hoop and the boys strung it up and were playing basketball in a shelter the other night. It was entertaining. We also finally heard the Whippoorwill that G has been telling us about, so I can identify that call now too, bringing the grand total to 5 (well, 5 1/2, I'm still working on the Wood Thrush). We had a great laugh because she's been imitating the call for us for weeks and we never heard it, so my brother started to make fun of her for creating a fake bird. We finally heard it, but then it it didn't shut up all night next to our tents so everyone was all Whippoorwilled-out. There are many moments like this; we hold on to beautiful pieces, to stories, to jokes and games, to conversation and memory, and, then, we walk.
Our pack, known by some on the trail as "The Crew," but self-titled "The Goonies" (as a rejection of "The Brady Bunch" --we are far too inappropriate for such a moniker anyways), will be dissipating over the next few days. Gangsta's dad and husband are coming for visits on separate days this week. Hermes is going to meet his brother in Pearisburg. Rusticus had a package in Bastian and went there instead of Bland so we lost him yesterday. Wags is trying to catch the Pack of Divas. We have all been hiking together since the first week, and it will dramatically change the face of my travels not to have these people around the campfire at night. We hope to reassemble over the next few weeks, but that may prove difficult. We shall see.
The rain returned, naturally, and should continue on and off for the next four days at least. But! There is one important change from the beginning of this trek: temperature. I no longer have to worry about hypothermia when I get wet, which is lovely. Yesterday it rained but I hiked in my shorts and tshirt anyways. The night before it rained but the camping wasn't so miserable with the warmth there to accompany the sogginess. It does make you smell like wet dog at the end of the day though. Gross. Not to worry; I have since showered and am ready for another round of getwetstaywetandsmellterrible. Just laugh...I do. Anyone still up for one of those hugs?
Pat and I will be in Pearisburg probably Monday afternoon for a much-needed zero day on Tuesday. We pulled almost 20 every day this week. And something weird is going on with my heel that involved self-surgery. Gross again. But I jsut had my mom ship me my lighter boots now that we're hopefully out of snow season. I laced them up this morning and they feel like sneakers in comparison to the Vibram soles. So I might be flying.
But I miss you, dearests, and, as always, you are in my thoughts every day. All my love. Happy Trails.
<3 Bee/WindUp
Wags and G demo, it rains all the time:
And the Black Rat Snake interaction:
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Time Thing
I forgot, in my hurried, time-limited internet access musing, yesterday, to state what may or may not be obvious at this time: we have made it into Virginia by April 23rd. I wanted to tentatively revamp the tentative schedule... making the projected dates evermore inaccurate. But I don't know, time seems so relative out here anyways. I cannot believe we have been out here for 6 weeks already. Simultaneously, though, I miss my friends and coffee and music and books, and/or sitting with all four together in one (relatively confined) space in a way that feels like years have passed. Like I said yesterday, the Trail is funny like that. As I sit here, I relish the opportunities to drink coffee and sit in the sun, and shower, and eat food that I chose for taste rather than shelf-life and weight. But I also feel the itch to walk. Today feels like summer, and the lazy nature of the Zero Day reminds me of sitting out on a bench in Brookline, reading and people-watching. My brother is napping inside the hostel ('The Place' in Damascus). My friend Wags is sitting on the porch reading in an Adirondack chair. Yesterday I sat under a tree and listened to a trail friend who is carrying a fiddle on her pack. I didn't realize how much I missed grass until I sat down in it and ran my fingers over the blades. Nor did I realize how much I missed walking around barefoot until we camped on a bald a few nights ago. We all marvel at how little it takes to bring smiles to our faces. A piece of fruit? ::grin:: Potable water? ::grin:: A familiar song playing overhead in the grocery store? ::mega grin:: Drunk dials from the CC passing the phone around in a circle while they're all together at home? ::raucous laughter:: But though we have given up much, we are gaining much also, of course.
So, for:
the Virginia quarter, incl. Shenandoah National Park:
Damascus, VA: April 23-25
Troutdale, VA: April 29ish
Pearisburg, VA: May 7-8ish
Glasgow, VA: May 17ish
p.s. those were all guesses.
And tomorrow morning, we shall plunge back into the Virginia woods, and remain there for a long, long time. May they be sunny. And rolling.
Peace, friends.
Barefoot on the bald, a.k.a. yay, grass!
So, for:
the Virginia quarter, incl. Shenandoah National Park:
Damascus, VA: April 23-25
Troutdale, VA: April 29ish
Pearisburg, VA: May 7-8ish
Glasgow, VA: May 17ish
p.s. those were all guesses.
And tomorrow morning, we shall plunge back into the Virginia woods, and remain there for a long, long time. May they be sunny. And rolling.
Peace, friends.
Barefoot on the bald, a.k.a. yay, grass!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Entering: The Virginia Quarter
Salutations, friends and lovers.
Today finds us at a public library computer in Damascus, Virginia.
Vital stats: 463 miles hiked, 2 more days of snow (but only dustings :)), 3 deer, 3 bears, many friends, and one amazing discovery that Pop Tarts makes a Hot Fudge Sundae variety. I can identify 4 different bird calls thanks to my friend Gangsta (former UGA wildlife major with an M.S. from the Forestry school), and I am currently winning the Worst (Best?) Trekking Pole Strap Tan Line contest. Boo ya. Stats on my mind: off the charts. As I have said, the internal ups & downs mirror the external ones.
Pat (trail name: Saint) and I are still traveling in our pack of 5 (Wags, Gangsta, Hermes), plus we picked up Rusticus. I heard a rumor that we're being called The Brady Bunch, due to our well-balanced gender mix and numbers. This news led to 4 days of my having the Brady Bunch theme song stuck in my head. I really miss real music. I did play guitar for about half an hour, at an amazing Hostel in Hot Springs that featured a music room. Did I write about that already? Meh. I was extraordinarily rusty though, and couldn't remember some of the chords to the songs I wanted to play. It was depressing. But also glorious.
On clear nights where we camp away from shelters, we build a fire and sit around it well into the hiker night (i.e. until 10pm). We have taken to a question-answer session that circles around the fire as each person responds. The depth and honesty with which everyone speaks has made these some of my favorite times on the trail. We have bonded so quickly out here.
I have spent entire days walking with one member of our party, talking. I have also spent entire days by myself, in thought. I find that the balance between the two takes my mind out to wander, and then back to converse. I spent days talking to Gangsta about religion and love, talking to Wags about futures, talking to Hermes about philosophy and religion and their intersection. And then, there are the other times when we're all together and we revert to a pre-adolescent humor because so much of our time is spent concerning ourself with our own bodies. The trail is funny like that.
It's gorgeous today, and I'm glad for the rest.
I hope you are all well.
Lots of love!
<3 Bee/WindUp
Music room at Elmer's, Hot Springs, NC:
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Apocalyptica Continues
Hi loves. This one is to be short and sweet, for it is lunch time, and I and my friends are currently starring in the Real-Life version of the Hungry Hungry Hippos board game.
It may seem unusual that I have so soon again been graced with internet usage. Let me explain how this came about. We covered the last 37 miles in two long, long days. Why the push to insanity? Well friends, the truth of the matter is that getting caught in a snow storm picks up your pace VERY quickly.
It snowed 7-10 inches in the mountains of North Carolina. We all traded near-death experiences after coming over Max Patch. I don't have the opportunity to paint the full picture right now, but suffice it to say that it was the first time I have been really scared on the trail. Picture: horror stories on Everest, insert wind, zero visibility, lost footprints, no trail, etc etc etc. That night thirteen of us piled on top of each other in a shelter and woke up covered in snow. We hiked in a giant expedition-like pack the next day, trying to find the white blazes.
But, like so many previous times already on this trip, it all turned out alright. So, here we are in Hot Springs, NC, having hiked 271 miles. I had a latte for the first time in a month, and spent an hour talking to Sunny, Iron Horse Cafe proprietress and AT alumnus ('02). Wonderful person. And, of course, now that we're all safe in town, the sun has come out. Ha.
I hope you are all so well! Lots of love.
<3 Bee/WindUp p.s. my sincerest apologies to Bernie, who I called 'Barry' in my last post. Thank you, thank you, thank you again to you and Beth for your generosity and well-wishes! p.p.s. And thanks to Steve and Chelle for my postcard :)
Photo: Stringing up rainflies to keep the snow from blowing into the shelter...FAIL. We woke up covered in snow from the knees down, and I had to run laps back and forth from the privy to get my legs working again.
Photo: Everyone likes to play in the snow... for an hour. Have you ever stayed out in it for 2 1/2 days? Not as much fun. Still very pretty, though.
It may seem unusual that I have so soon again been graced with internet usage. Let me explain how this came about. We covered the last 37 miles in two long, long days. Why the push to insanity? Well friends, the truth of the matter is that getting caught in a snow storm picks up your pace VERY quickly.
It snowed 7-10 inches in the mountains of North Carolina. We all traded near-death experiences after coming over Max Patch. I don't have the opportunity to paint the full picture right now, but suffice it to say that it was the first time I have been really scared on the trail. Picture: horror stories on Everest, insert wind, zero visibility, lost footprints, no trail, etc etc etc. That night thirteen of us piled on top of each other in a shelter and woke up covered in snow. We hiked in a giant expedition-like pack the next day, trying to find the white blazes.But, like so many previous times already on this trip, it all turned out alright. So, here we are in Hot Springs, NC, having hiked 271 miles. I had a latte for the first time in a month, and spent an hour talking to Sunny, Iron Horse Cafe proprietress and AT alumnus ('02). Wonderful person. And, of course, now that we're all safe in town, the sun has come out. Ha.
I hope you are all so well! Lots of love.
<3 Bee/WindUp p.s. my sincerest apologies to Bernie, who I called 'Barry' in my last post. Thank you, thank you, thank you again to you and Beth for your generosity and well-wishes! p.p.s. And thanks to Steve and Chelle for my postcard :)
Photo: Stringing up rainflies to keep the snow from blowing into the shelter...FAIL. We woke up covered in snow from the knees down, and I had to run laps back and forth from the privy to get my legs working again.
Photo: Everyone likes to play in the snow... for an hour. Have you ever stayed out in it for 2 1/2 days? Not as much fun. Still very pretty, though.
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