Hills. The Georgia portion of the Appalachian Trail is a hill – both ways – always going up. Except when you’re going down. Going up or going down – uncomfortably down. Trails that go up hills, then sharply down them. At least that’s what it feels like after 31 miles of them.
Beauty. There are beautiful views – views that make it clear why they call them the Blue Ridge Mountains. There are streams that run along most of the valleys that are equally as beautiful. It’s a great hike.
Thinking. At about 15 miles in my hiking partner and I stopped talking. The combination of exhaustion and spending the last 12 hours together left us without much to stay. That’s when most of the thinking begins. The valuable part of hiking. You start to think about a lot of stuff. Shower thoughts. Like:
- It’s weird that we can drink filtered sewer water, but we’re supposed to boil fresh mountain spring water.
- It seems strange that I spend 10 hours a day in a small room looking at a screen when there is so much outside.
- I wonder when the last person to step here was. And here. And here. And here…
- If I’m so happy hiking – with almost nothing – why do I feel like I need so much stuff?
- I could eat so much right now.