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Date: Tue, May 15th, 2018
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Hi Springer (almost)!
Whew. What a whirlwind. Yesterday I woke up on the east coast, somewhere in Tennessee, to the disorienting bird songs coming from what felt like every direction. Left, right, above, below. Engulfed in the forgotten familiarity of the East! The weeks prior have been chaos. Quitting a job, researching graduate schools, and scrambling for someone to take over my lease in Flagstaff. Until a week ago, I was planning on hiking south from Katahdin. Well, things change...and in a few days I’ll be headed to Springer and the southern terminus of the Appalachian trail.
My head’s now filled with foam vs inflatable, how many calories to pack when there's no hiker hunger, ticks, how to effectively transition to 100% sandal hiking, shorts vs pants, ticks, the incredible people I’ll bump into on trail.
Last year I hiked the PCT. When I went out there, it had the feeling of an adventure. The pre-trail feelings toward the AT are somewhat different. The PCT was the West, the unknown. Up until last year I had spent all my years on the east cost, mostly in Virginia, and a few years in Austin. I moved to Flagstaff after the PCT. The aspens were changing. I chose Flag because of its proximity to the southwest gems. The Grand Canyon, Zion and the rest of southern Utah, the Sonoran desert. I spent the first handful of months chasing these gems. My backyard sat on the edge of the Cocoino National Forest. And I only went down steep ass hill into the wash and woods to run, with headphones. I had never been down without headphones and just walked. Walking changes the way you see things. You go far enough to connect things but slow enough to see things. Well it took me until a rainy day in March to see its beauty. I bolted out of the East to seek novelty. And now I’m here for the anti-exotic with life buzzing everywhere - close, compact, and on top of each other. This is one story I tell myself. Another is I love walking and the AT is available.
Tonight I experienced the fortunate pleasure of every PCT resupply. Sampling goodies as food’s repackaged. Sour patch, cookies, xtreme flavor blasted goldfish.
Anyways...I have no idea how this blog will turn out. The dream is to ramble daily. Reality, we’ll see :)
TIME TO HIKE!!!!
I'll also share some photos on instagram! @adammpereira
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