Up in Syracuse

Up in Syracuse

In the last post I said I was going to publish again in Damascus. Well, almost 2 weeks later I finally have enough time and connection to sit and write for awhile. Sorry for the delay. ; )

After leaving Damascus on May 13 we hiked on for quite awhile, covering many miles in a few days. Our goal was to reach Pearisburg before driving up to NY. Plans changed though, and the 7 of us loaded into a 5 person car and drove back to Damascus for Trail Days. While at Trail Days we had the opportunity to repair gear, recouperate physically, and pick up a few more sponsors. All in all, Trail Days was a bunch of fun and a great place to say “Hey” to some trail friends. Than we got a bigger rental and drove up to Syracuse and here we are.

So, now that you know where we are, I’d like to touch on how this trip is affecting me mentally. During my time at camps and shelters I’ve been able to talk to many adults about what they hiking for. The most common answer is, “I’m trying to find out what I want to do next.” The following conversations show that almost no one knows the answer to that question. It’s made me consider the same thing. What do I want to do? How do I want to live my life? These conversations also have taught me that there is no time like the present. I refuse to be in my mid thirties and still be wondering where my life is going to go. I promise myself to work and fight to follow my heart and do what I love to do. As my new friend Neil told me, “Be true to yourself and don’t waste time.” So, that’s what I aim to do and ask all of you, the readers to do the same. Procrastination is my biggest enemy and I ask you to join me in my fight against him.

That’s what I have for now. Thanks for reading and Happy Trails!

Almost 2 Months In

What to say first? It’s been so long since my last blog post, I don’t know where to start. My last one was at Hot Springs, and many things have happened since then. We’ve stayed at Miss Janet’s house, white-water rafted, taken a few unexpected zeros, played music, sang songs, hiked, met David from Doe River Hiker Rest, finished North Carolina, reached 400 miles, and Ava had a birthday celebration.

But that doesn’t cover half of the crazy stuff that’s gone on during the past few weeks. There have been very in depth conversations about our goals on the trail and the different ways of completing it. These conversations have sparked thoughts of what I really want from this trip. Not the physical side of completing the trip, but the mental and emotional parts. When I’m at Katadin do I want to say, “Wow, I just hiked 2000 miles.” or do I want to say, “Wow, I’m so much closer to my family than I was and I’m mentally prepared for what’s next, whatever that is.” 

So, what’s my most memorable experience? I’d have to say white water rafting with Mr. Jamie. I’ve rafted twice now, the first time when I was maybe 9. I hardly remember it but from what I do, the two experiences were very different. For some examples, this time I had a paddle and last time I didn’t go swimming. The paddling part was cool enough, but being tossed around in class four rapids and being spinned around 360 degrees under water (Quick side note: I nearly got the name “Maytag” from that. I thought that was funny.) is quite more exciting.

That’s about it for now. The real packs are back on from almost 2 weeks of slack packing and we’ll be in Damascus by Friday. I’m planning on putting out another post then. Happy trails!

For the Sake of My Soul

“Not for the sake of fame nor glory, but for the sake of my soul, Hikers hike.” -Catch Up (Laughing Heart Hostel)

I went to church yesterday . We watched the Francis Chan video where he discribes eternity with a rope. The man conducting the service ended it with the point that we should spend our time loving others, not ourselves. That we should live our lives unafraid of the bumps and bruises if life. 

That’s what I want to do. I want to separate the love of my Savior from the hypocrisy and pain of the average American church. I want to love and live like those who live by love. I want to feed those who are hungry, give water to the thirsty, give shelter to those without shelter, and love those who know no love.

I’ve been thinking about myself lately. Who I am and who I want to be. The problems within me that I hide like buried treasure. But this treasure holds no value. I don’t need it and I don’t want it. And yet, I bring it back to myself like a yoyo I try throwing away, but yank it back at the last moment. Maybe by the end of this trip I will have burnt the string.

Anyways, we will be leaving Hot Springs. This town is like a vortex that keeps everyone in for days at a time. I’m happy to be moving again. After a couple of days you begin to feel stagnant. It’s always nice to get the blood moving again.

On a completely random note: Dad just farted in Zoey’s face. Happy trails.

Dear Spring

Dear Spring,

Please make up your mind. If your going to be cold, be cold. If your going to be hot, be hot. If you were wondering, I’d prefer hot. Just putting it out there.

Don’t get me wrong, the snow you drop is beautiful. Even when it blows sideways into your face and coats the side of my dog’s body. But there is another thing that coats the ground that I enjoy more. The wild flowers you place on the side of the trail take my breath away. Every way I look there are blankets of white, pink, blue, yellow, and purple petals. 

I have to thank you for your sunsets. They are the most beautiful things on the trail. Even when I’m having a bad day, I’m always rewarded with a sunset. When I walk 17 miles through crazy terrain, there’s a sunset to greet me at the end.

So, thanks Spring. I’ve really enjoyed you. Please be nice to me for the next month and a half. I’ll miss you when summer comes.

, Kole

On the Wild Side

Hey, it’s Belle.

Life on the trail is as crazy as it gets. Every day is a new adventure. Me and my family hike most the day and the nights are just as amazing.

Every morning I watch as our home is packed in bags and food is given to everyone. I eat these bars that kinda taste like bacon. But bacon is better. 

I get lots of love on the trail. Once, this kind couple gave me some of their breakfast. It was super yummy.

At night I sleep in the tent with Mom and Dad and one of the kids. One night we slept in the rain and hail. And then the day starts again.

I love to be out here on the trail. Me and my family are having a great time and are going far not fast everyday.

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