I’m about to attempt something highly challenging, physically enduring and presumably ill-advised.
I’m going to try hike the Appalachian Trail, northbound.
This is an approximate 2,190 miles from Springer Mountain, Georgia to Mount Katahdin in Maine. I’ll be walking through 14 different states and facing everything from severe weather, black bears, ticks, mosquitos, hornets, snakes, poison ivy, hypothermia, rivers, moonshine, an elevation gain that equates 16 climbs of 29,035 foot Mount Everest and Southerners. This wont be any walk in the park.
Soon I’ll be on a Greyhound bus traveling south to Georgia from New York. Logically, this makes absolutely no sense because I’m going to try to walk back, but that’s not the point. The point is that I’m about to embark on a 5-7 month adventure through sweat, pain, surviving, pooing in cat holes, plenty of walking, and during the time smelling horrendous. It’s going to be tortuous while at the same time amazing.