Handy Trail Tips
DISCLAIMER: This post was written in Ruth’s perspective by Ruth’s son, based solely on pictures she provided him. He is a race car driver who never hikes and did quite poorly in biology class. Enjoy.
THE APPALASHUN TRAIL, CANADA – As I pulled my weighted blanket off my chest after another warm and comfortable night of sleep, I had to ask myself why I didn’t bring two of them. At a mere 17 pounds, I can barely feel it in my pack and it’s just so dang comfortable. Oh well. Live and learn. I’ve got walking to do!
Well, that had a strange taste to it, but at least it came with its own toothpicks. I’m going to throw a dozen of them in my pack just in case I get hungry later. Off we go!
I’m finally on the move and I’m enthralled by the beauty that surrounds me. However, as I pick my way through the forest, I start to notice small telltale signs that I may not be alone. To the untrained eye, nothing would seem amiss, but I’ve been doing this long enough to know what I’m looking at.
With one hand on my pepper shaker, I continue. I sure am glad I bought it in the last town. “Trust us, buy the spray,” they had said. Obviously, they weren’t trail walkers. Out here you have to be resourceful. Why would I buy a one-dimensional spray when a shaker can flavor my fresh eggs AND fend off an alligator attack! No-brainer.
The hints are starting to become hard to ignore, but with trail reading, it’s often easy to misinterpret the minute and subtle signs.
I think I’ll take a little break from the trail and go watch my tall, handsome, kind and funny son race cars in NY. I head for the exit, only to be met with this sign.
After sitting under the sign, crying, for three days, I was finally rescued by two kind walkers. They took me to a shelter they had built and nursed me back to health.
Once I had regained my strength, they led me to a road and showed me a trick they had learned. It turns out if you congratulate people on driving between the lines on a road, some of them will stop long enough for you to jump into their car!
The girls told me that once you’re in the car, all you have to do is make an “L” with your fingers inside your jacket pocket, point it at the driver, and tell them where you’d like to go!
The driver I got was a sweet young girl. She spent the entire drive crying and talking about how much she loves her family. It’s great to see a young person who appreciates her family so much. She also showed a real interest in my story and wanted to tag along! “Please let me go,” she kept saying over and over.
Once we got to the track I said goodbye to my driver, who surprisingly left in a bit of a hurry after all that “let me go” talk. It was no concern to me though, as I was there to find my son.
I walked around the paddock, still getting used to smooth asphalt under my feet and an almost total lack of tripping hazards when I finally spotted him!
After I gave him the tip about how to catch a ride if his car breaks down, I headed to the grandstands with my husband, daughter, and granddaughters to watch the four-hour endurance race. It was a great race with a lot of action; you can read all about it HERE
We had a great couple days hanging out, but it’s time for me to get back to the trail. I’m off to the closest highway to show my support to any good drivers I see!
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Great commentary! I especially appreciated the labels on the first picture.
Very cool and funny article. Good Job!