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Day 62 – ‘Twas The Night Before Sip-ness
‘Twas the night after being Sip-less, and I wasn’t used to the habit. I didn’t like it all, and neither did Rabbit.
We woke up by 8:00, I took down my tent with care. We started hiking before 9:00, because Sip wasn’t there.
That evening we planned for a hostel, with a resupply and bunk beds. And visions of a hot meal, danced in our heads.
But all these plans, at this point was just talk. Today we had 14 miles to walk.
The mountain rose high, this is the truth. But by five miles in, we had reached Dragons Tooth.
The views were epic, but no Rabbit was to be seen. I checked on my phone, to see where he’d been.
He was two miles down, he made it to the road in flash. But decent was tricky, as I tried not to crash.
We decided to walk to a gas station below. We restocked with food and pizza to-go.
The final six miles, went by rather quick. Stops were just for a moment, for a bite or a pic.
We got a ride to the hostel, with quite an erratic driver. He seemed upset, and he could have been nicer. (I know, I know).
When what should my wandering eye should appear, but a 6’3” Sip and a case full of beer.
“Hey look who it is” I said with a quip. And I pointed out to Rabbit, that there was Saint Sip.
We whistled and shouted and called him by name. “I thought y’all would be way past me” I heard him exclaim.
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
In talking with others he said he might stick around. He needed some alone time, to find what he’d found.
That hiking isn’t all about the weight of your pack. But the friends you make, and that have your back.
Sure he might change his mind again, it’s something I dread. But hopefully this poem will convince him instead.
The rest of the night was as if nothing had changed. I climbed into my bunk, sleeping bag all arranged.
It’s dark as I type this, they’ve turned out the light. So it’s probably time, that I tell you good night.
Stow away in my pack for day 63 on the Appalachian Trail.
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Comments 6
Poetry? Stick to walking.
Nice pics.
Omg you are so hilarious!! I was dying 😂 reading this! Def my favorite trekker
Love reading your stuff. Glad Sip is back….for now.
I’ve been stowing away for some time, and I look forward to your updates. I agree with you that the trek is all about the relationships. The self-discoveries found along our hikes means little if not shared.
How is it the trails
This is a spectacular tribute to Mr. Sip!! I am proposing that your trail name be changed to Wordsmith.. Cos you are😄 really enjoying your trek..thanks for posting!