Baptism of Appalachian Trail Rain
Sobs wracked through my chest and I tried to hold the deluge of tears and emotion. Fourteen days on trail during one of the wettest winters in Georgia history only allowed two days of reprieve from the bone-chilling precipitation. I was no stranger to living in shades of damp for weeks at at a time, but this time I had a family in the rear view mirror.
Mile after mile was not marked by romantic vistas or other hikers for days, but the countless things I wanted to tell my husband; but with no cell signal nor GPS connection for three days, all I could do was talk to God and myself. When the sun came out yesterday as I am led into Franklin, NC, I was struck with a prolific realization.
There is strength in the wreckage of our vulnerability and weakness. The glue it takes to pull ourselves back together and to continue “adulting” is the glue legends are made of.
Catch more of my journey in the rains that sent half of my tiny bubble home here: https://youtu.be/eS-IhzmClmY
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