So this is it. I’m at the Hiker’s Hostel in Dahlonega, GA. Already, I feel glad for the kindness of strangers and intrigued to see what kind of things I haven’t put enough thought into.
I wanted to document my expectations at the last chance before I start so I can look back later and see how ridiculous they all were. So, here are a few of those.
*I’m going to be hungry for 4.5 months. I think I could probably eat a half-gallon at the half way point (the half-gallon challenge)without a wink of difficulty.
*There are going to be a bunch of geardos. That’s my new word for people who are really into cutting edge gear. I have more of an “anything will do” mentality, but I’m sporting some serious goodies, thanks to backpackers magazine. So, gear talk, is probably something I need to get used to.
*I’m about to get my ass whooped! I walked up a tiny hill to the hostel today and actually said, “this is difficult” in a sad-but-true tone. But I’ve kicked my own bum before, and I know it’s something I can do.
*My positive attitude is going to be my saving grace, and when that starts to fail me, I know a few people I can call to help me tune back into it.
*I expect Virginia to be the hardest part psychologically speaking. After Kat leaves and I spend 30 days walking through the same state, I might wonder what the hell I’m doing out here.
*The men are going to outnumber us ladies 4 to 1. Or maybe more, and they are going to be stinky.
*For whatever reason, I think Northern New England, particularly the Green Mountains in VT, is going to be my favorite.
*The hammock is going to take the cake in the tent versus hammock dispute.
*This is going to be the greatest thing I’ve ever done!