After 3 1/2 weeks of hiking, I’m 343 miles into my 2,190-mile journey.
Next to raising a family, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Mentally, I’m doing much better than anticipated. Only minor pangs of homesickness. Having social media like this, being able to talk to and even SEE my loved ones (via FaceTime), & meeting friendly people here helps enormously. Can’t imagine what it may have been like even 20 years ago.
But physically, oh jeez. Tonight I’m resting in a motel in Erwin, TN. But tomorrow I commence an elevation increase of 3,000-plus feet. And some of it will be straight up, not switchbacking. And I confront similar climbs every day, sometimes more than once.
Needless to say, this is exhausting for a 62-year-old man. Forget my marathoning, this form of masochism is far worse. And it’s virtually impossible to replenish the calories I burn, despite what I’m doing right now (being a glutton).
So why am I doing it? Honestly, I don’t think I have the answer yet. Maybe it’s like the soldier who struggles through boot camp. Once the abuse is finally over, there’s an overwhelming self-satisfaction. And there’s a bonding with others that doesn’t occur often in “regular” society.
But I think most significantly, out here, everything is more basic and tangible than in that other society. There’s satisfaction in knowing that you don’t need the same technological and even emotional “crutches.” None of us are totally free, despite kidding ourselves. But these solo, isolated struggles and joys in the wild come closer to feeling freedom than anything I can think of, at least in the 21st century.
Maybe it’s a bit like being a cowboy or whaler in a bygone era…other than this being a temporary life choice (mixed with not a little vanity).
Well, call this my attempt at a sort of metaphysical chapter. Next time I’ll try to bring it down to earth and discuss some of the people I’ve met and sights I’ve seen.
As always, thanks for following my crazy American odyssey.
(Of the dozens of hikers I’ve met, only 4 or 5 have asked who my favorite author is when I give the reason for my trail name. And all but one were older than me. People don’t read anymore in this world of constant visual bombardment. O Herman, the indignity!)