Oy, geez. Well, look, thru hikers are people, folks. Some people are friendly, some aren’t. Some are more able than others to overcome exhaustion, pain, whatever might be dragging them down, to chat with OTHER people. Not all thru hikers are the same. So it’s not a thru hiker “thing” if someone isn’t friendly enough to suit you or doesn’t talk about what you want them to talk about. And, you know what? About the “fun” thing. Thru hiking is often fun. It’s often hard work. It’s as wonderful as it is frustrating. Thru hiking is a huge challenge we undertake for our own individual reasons. Not every day, every moment is rah-rah FUN. It’s not BETTER than section-hiking, weekend-hiking or day-hiking. Just a different experience, out there for months on end, experiencing some measure of discomfort, be it foot pain, knee kinks, bugs, heat, cold, rain, a sore back, you name it, on a frequent, if not daily, basis. But most of us who’ve been there, done that, I think would say we loved it! I dare say that’s not for anyone else to question, regardless of the fact they might witness thru hikers commisserate. (a/k/a “complain”) People undertaking the same challenge, experiencing the same discomforts, missing their families at times, for months on end DO tend to identify with one another and share those difficulties. That’s a wonderful thing about the A.T.–the camaraderie. Sure, some PEOPLE can be unfriendly or–and geez I hate this word–“elitist,” and some of THOSE people thru hike. I also think SOME people are far too critical and LOOK for reasons to slam other people. Ugh, I could go on all day. But about those thru hikers in Maine. Well, I was one of them a few years ago, and I must say I smiled and laughed a LOT. I wasn’t around miserable souls. SOMETIMES there’s some contemplation going on. Some reflection, as we near the end of a six-month journey. Sometimes bodies are worn out. Please don’t project that “miserable souls” thing on us. I believe the vast majority of northbound thru hikers are just the opposite of miserable when they get to Maine, or perhaps a little melancholy at the thought that what has become a way of life on the trail is almost over. Mixed emotions and a souring soul.
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