I started writing this blog entry while I was still riding in the car on my way back to Michigan from backpacking in the Smoky Mountains. I’d never been backpacking before, and maybe I was a bit overly ambitious, because my legs are KILLING me, but now I’m absolutely hooked. We hit part of the Appalachian Trail (a very small part, mind you) on one of our overnight hikes, and stayed in one of the shelters…4,900 feet up in the mountains. There were quite a few guys up there who were doing the whole AT, and they were super friendly.
In any case, I now have the backpacking bug! I might have to put my costuming hobby aside for a while, or at least severely cut back, so I can buy some decent gear. I was using my dad’s old backpack…and considering it’s older than I am, has spent the better part of the past 25 years in the basement, and was WAY too big for me, I’m really going to need to get my own pack. I’ve been making lists of important things, necessary items, and good ideas since day one of hiking. Possibly most important, is that I had an awesome idea for what to do with my future, once I have a degree in anthropology. I’ve made up my mind to do some sort of ethnographic survey of the people who walk the AT. That’s all I have so far—that vague, half-plan—but for now that’s good enough. I have at least two years or so to iron out the details…and figure out how to get funding. lol. I feel like it’s a very interesting sort of person who decides to set out on such a journey, and even in just on my one night on the AT, it was apparent that the people came from diverse backgrounds, and from all over the world. Plus, it’d be a great excuse to walk the whole trail, myself. Lol.
My legs are just starting to feel human again, after the crazy amount of walking, but I’m already trying to plan some weekend hiking trips for this summer, and maybe a longer one in the Porcupine Mountains later on, with my dad and my sister.
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~Kallen
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