Trail magic: it feels good to give

I’ve been keeping tabs on quite a few AT thru-hikers through their journals, and amongst them, a good buddy by the name of Postman.

Postman and I met at Fontana Village and shared an outside table at the Wildwood Grill with Tye Dan and Captain Dan; burgers, fries, and beer – a proper hiker’s lunch.

I’d kept in touch with quite a few of my old hiker friends and had always said that I’d be happy to provide trail magic once they hit the New York section – specifically the Fahnestock / NY301 crossing at mile marker 1.417 – there’s a parking area by both entrances to the AT and it’s also pretty close to where I live.  Postman and I had kept in touch via text messages for the last couple of months so I knew both where he was, and what his ETA in New York was going to be.  I’d offered trail magic, and was proud to deliver.

As I rolled up at around 8:45am I saw him standing there, but a much skinnier and ripped version of what I remembered.  The epic Georgia beard was growing in nicely – we high fived, back slapped, and we wheel spun off the gravel and onto the Taconic State Parkway for food and showers.

It was only about 9:30am by the time we got back to my place and I handed over a fresh towel so he could shower – I remember how amazing they felt after hiking in your own filth for days at a time.  We headed out to a local diner for burgers and fries after that, and then back to my place to get his laundry sorted.  We caught up and shared trail stories whilst watching episodes of Top Gear (British version of course) – it felt great talking about the trail again and hearing of his adventures.  Postman is the most northerly AT friend I have, and I am very proud of him and his achievement thus far – incredible.

After laundry we hopped back in the car and it was another drive back to NY301 and back to the AT for Postman.

I have to say, I’m totally envious of him, and I let him know.  Not in a jealous way at all, but envious that he has experienced so much more of the trail than I have – and given the ~330 miles of my own were the best times of my life, I can only imagine how life altering those extra miles would have been for me.

You can show your support of Postman and his journey by following his Flickr journal here.

Holy heat, Batman!

There are few things that put me off hiking, but right up there at the #1 spot is humidity.

I’m glad to be home and not on the trail having to hike through the dense “green tunnel” that is Virginia in this heat, it’s brutal – and I understand that it’s been raining down there a lot, too.

I miss my friends and the hike in general, but this weather… nope.