My name is Bard the Changeling and in 2010 I hiked the AT from Pennsylvania to Maine. The AT and I have some unfinished business, approximately 1,175 miles of unfinished business. The strength and lessons wrought from hiking everyday have lost its luster in my current form. I want to find my balance again.
Bard the Changeling encounters the crowded Smokies covered in beautiful fall foilage. He begins to see the elephants everywhere giving new perspective to the hike.
Bard the Changeling experiences sickness through a ten-day assault of rain leading him to the cover of hostels.
Bard the Changeling adjusts to the fall and many unusual encounters with wildlife. His good friend the Citrus Bandit leaves and he climbs a tower to finally get a cell phone signal.
Bard receives a new reputation while he hikes along with the G.C.F.G through the Shenandoahs and most of Virginia. The summer is dwindling and we've finally walked into a cool autumn.
Bard the Changeling picks up the pace through the rollercoaster and Shenandoah. Black bears want to shake his hand while rats want to tickle his whiskers.
Bard the Changeling is surprised by the random foods he receives in his food drops. Friends and family guess what food he likes/will be best for him along the AT.
Stories need telling so who better then Bard to tell it. He gets existential talking about out-of-body experiences while staring at the ground.
Bard the Changeling finds services in Pennsylvania closed down after people gave up after the weekend. He finds solace in the fields and hikers. The cicadas make an appearance too.
Bard the Changeling blunders his way through the 100-mile Wilderness and once again changes his mind and decides just to complete the 1,200 mile section he hasn't done yet.
Bard the Changeling wonders Nostalgia of New England will compare to how he hiked the section in 2010.