Hiking

Magic. It's my word for the year. It's not about the top hat and illusions that may come to mind, but the wonderment, joy and amazing things that can happen. What comes to mind are a child's first steps; that moment when you have accomplished something otherwise unattainable- that magic. The magic that comes from dedication and determination, as well as the kind from the unexpected. This past Memorial Day weekend was filled with all kinds of magic.

Almost 3 weeks ago on a spur of the moment, completely impulsive decision, a friend and I opted to go backpacking Memorial Day weekend. Maybe that doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but I've never been backpacking in my life. It's actually something I have wanted to do since I was a young teen. So, it was a big deal to me that my friend who is a well experienced hiker would be willing to take out a complete novice. The two weeks leading up to the weekend were filled with a mildly controlled chaos as I learned snippets about gear, purchased gear and tried to figure out how not to make a complete fool of myself. Let me tell you I was terrified of making a fool of myself and that my friend would have a horrible time since I knew I would be slower. This is when the magic began; not only did my friend have ultimate patience for me but also was genuinely concerned about me having a good time and being safe. With both of us being worried about the other, but being able to be open about it, we were able to set the stage for the weekend.

The decision was made to spend 1-2 nights out on the trail depending on how I was doing. Saturday we set off and drove to what I now know as one of the toughest portions of the Appalachian Trail in the state of PA. I just knew at the time we headed out that I had agreed to a "hard" trail. My theory was if I could handle and enjoy the "hard" trail something more simple would still appeal to me on my next trip. You see, I was already sure that I was going to enjoy this adventure and want to do it again. That didn't stop the nerves from hitting as we donned our packs and set out. The terrain was steep and I had to think about every step and how to use my poles. As much as I was thinking, I was enjoying it, laughing at myself as I stubbed toes on rocks and tried not to go flying.

Sure, there were moments of personal frustration, fatigue and pain, but there were moments of wonderment looking out over the valleys and river. There were beautiful views, walks along the ridge-line under a blue sky and then under a canopy of fresh green trees. The quietness and peace that you find out in these places that speaks right into your soul.

Magic. I was filled with magic of my own making and supported by the kind generated from my friend. How can I describe the joy, peace, and happiness I experienced on my brief time out? I can't. The trail, my friend and I created a magical trio that I will carry with me always.