It’s likely you’ll meet the most fantastic people of your life during the first few days of your Appalachian Trail thru-hike.
Prior to starting my AT thru-hike I’d had the benefit of in-person advice from past AT thru-hikers. They told me there’d be a good chance I’d summit Katahdin in Maine with people I’d started with on my first day back at Springer Mountain in Georgia. I’d questioned that idea at the time asking how could that be – it just didn’t seem possible with the elapse of months and so many miles.
Then, on the first night of my AT thru-hike, a guy showed up dressed entirely in green. Every thing he wore – clothes, long-johns, shirt, shorts, backpack, hat, socks – everything was green. That had been the color on sale prior to him starting his AT thru-hike so he’d gotten a good deal on all of his green trail clothes and gear.
More than six months later I would see ???Riddler??? at the base of Katahdin in Maine. I couldn’t believe it! He and Mac would leave written messages on my maildrop boxes along the AT telling me where they were on the Trail and what the date was and what had happened since I’d fallen behind them in Virginia.
And at the base of Katahdin along with ???Riddler??? was Mac too – he’d become Godfather and had intended to lose 70lbs before coming out of the Smokies northbound. It was way more by the time he’d reach Katahdin. He was so ridiculously skinny.
Then, also at the base of Katahdin, some guy says to me, “Hey Datto. I bet you don’t know who I am.” I looked at him and his long beard covered his entire face – all you could see was his eyes and him smiling back at me.
It took sometime before I’d realized it was Ziggy. On the 2nd day of my AT thru-hike Ziggy, who was on a budget and on day two had donned a stylish tye-died T-shirt he’d found hanging on a branch next to the Trail. Ziggy had come down the hill that long ago day to where Mac and I were sitting at a Trail-side Georgia picnic table. Ziggy exclaiming, “Hey, do you know people are throwing cans of tuna alongside the Trail?”
One could hardly recognize him at Katahdin. It was Ziggy after all those months.
Four years later I would be laying in the dirt next to a most valuable spring on the Pacific Crest Trail in California. Completely wasted and exhausted from the heat. But so glad I’d found this golden spring since I’d been out of water from at least five miles back. It’d had been a spring that one of the Fremont expeditions had used in the 1840s when people were traipsing across the land to reach the opportunity in California.
From the dirt I’d looked up to see another hiker walking past – it was a guy I’d met for the first time during the last couple of days of my AT thru-hike. We said hello as if no time had elapsed since the AT.
You would be amazed at how many times you run into a fellow AT thru-hiker after you finish your AT thru-hike.
Like in a shopping mall in Indianapolis. I looked up and Felix was standing next to me. Of course we did this entire act there for the patrons and his new girlfriend at the time who had no idea who I was nor why her boyfriend would all of a sudden out of the clear blue go crazy with actions.
Ah yes. You meet the very best people of your life and the best of adventures to you on your upcoming AT thru-hike.
Datto
Datto