It’s addictive isn’t it. This place we call earth. The way it provides us with dreams and desires.
Most people have asked me why the Appalachian Trail? Why walk 2100 miles? It seems such a long way for no reason. Only it’s not for no reason. I had come to a place in my life where I needed to make a choice. I could either sit on my bum and wait for life to come to me, or I could go and get it. So I guess now I’m playing a rather long-winded game of fetch.
From the first few pages into ‘A Walk in the Woods’, I knew I wanted to walk the AT. And about six months ago something changed in me and I decided that wants are for sideline sitters. Doing is where it’s at.
It’s sort of about hope as well. By doing this I’m giving myself back the hope that I’d lost. Odd thing is that you don’t really notice that hope is gone until it’s been gone for some time.
My dawning realisation is that it’s necessary to life. I’m not talking about the kind of hope that leaves you feeling empty. I’m talking about the kind that gives you peace, just from feeling it. The hope of a sunny day, that your favourite song will be next on the radio or that the team you love will win their next game. The hope of a child. Innocent hope.
My wish in doing the AT is that I will inspire people to do something for themselves to rediscover their innocent hope, because when you do, it’s the best feeling in the world. It’s totally corny to say this, but if I can do it, anyone can.