What the hell did I agree to? Seriously, who gets a random text from their father a few days before Christmas and decides to change their life completely to go do something they are incredibly ill-prepared for? “Thinking about hiking the Appalachian Trail.” That was the text from my dad, Pauley, exactly 12 seconds before I responded “I’m in.” I’m Joshua Saunders, or Delta, to you hiker trash, and I know nothing. Twenty-nine days ago, I decided to press pause on this so-called life and to start preparing for the massive beast they call the Appalachian Trail. I’m not an avid anything. Not an avid hiker, biker, runner, juggler, or yogi. I haven’t done great things, been on great quests, or changed the world in any way. I’m just an average Josh who wants to tell you a story about a long walk where he tries not to shit his pants. Walk with me, but not too close.
Ewww, What’s That Smell Preparing for the AT has to be similar to preparing to be on the show Naked and Afraid. You know you are going to be cold,
No Ordinary Pair Of Shoes I first learned of the legendary Grandma Gatewood several years ago when I walked into Mount Roger’s Outfitters in
I debated, for longer than I care to admit, about whether I had a fear or fears of leaving this life for the trail. Fears is the answer, obviously,
There are always questions when you tell people, who have known you your whole life, that you are about to do something crazy, like walking 2000
I fell in love with the trail years ago when I used to run more. I would travel from my home in Kentucky to Damascus for races along the Creeper