As long as Murphy and Finagle keep their BS to themselves, I will be headed to Amicalola Falls tomorrow (03 April 2025). I was able to cut three pounds from my pack but quickly filled that space with food and water.
I see people online with base weights as low as 15-20 pounds and wonder how, if we have the same packing list, why is my pack so much heavier. Then I realized that most people don't wear XXL tee-shirts and size 15 shoes. I looked it up, and the fabric required to make a single XXL tee shirt can be used to make 1.5-2 medium-sized tee shirts. So my two shirts are close to four shirts for someone else.
I am excited but also apprehensive about this journey. The unknown is what is causing my apprehension. Like jumping out of an aircraft, everything up to that light turning green is filled with wonder and worry. I know for a fact that once that light turns green, my feet will carry me into the abyss, and at that point, nothing matters anymore. One of two things is going to happen. I am either going to plummet to my death, or I am going to fly this parachute-like Ricky Bobby drives a race car. Amicalola Falls has an archway that signifies the beginning of the Appalachian Trail, and I see that archway as the ramp of an aircraft. Once I cross it, there is no going back. Whatever comes, I will be there to witness it.
Some interesting facts about the Appalachian Trail.
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