Introduction

About Pathways

Appalachian Trail

Why Walk?

Make a Pledge

Hiking Schedule

Journal

Photos

Links

Acknowledgements

June 21, 2001

a.m.

I braved a thunderstorm on a ridge top yesterday. As Fred Savage said on the Princess Bride, "I wasn't scared. Well, maybe a little concerned...but that's different." I made it safely all 24 miles despite unsettling noises of cannon fire and helicopters whirring by at eye level so close the leaves above me turned inside out. Another army training base I assume.

Today is dawning dreary, a bit chilly for naked-hiking day. I'm only going 18 miles today, so I resigned myself to lounging all morning and finishing my book. Wonderful, peaceful day yesterday. Hoping for the same today. Tonight's shelter sounds like another Hilton with promises of soda and pizza. I don't think I'll indulge, but who's to say?

p.m.

Hike Naked Day was a huge success. Despite some strange looks from day-hikers and unexpected road crossings, I had a great time. I finally gave in and put my clothes back on to pass through a poison ivy thicket. Also, I happened to have seen my butt. Much like on Spaceballs--"Why didn't anyone tell me my ass was so big?"--I had no idea that my chaf-ed ass looked as awful as it felt. I look like a recent victim of chicken pox. How does that saying go? "She has pimples on her butt/but she is nice." Right...

A few motivation issues today, but I worked through them. Got in touch with Rob, a friend from school, and I'm headed to the beach with him and Jen this weekend. Woohoo!