Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I left Fontana dam on a cloudy wind swept day around noon with my father in tow. All the maps had indicated that I could expect to be walking uphill most of the day. I felt good, no pains, plenty of energy and raring to go. My pop and I shortly said farewell and I was off alone again. For some odd reason I have been able to walk at a pretty fast, steady pace while going uphill. This time was no exception either. I just kept chugging like a train up, up, up.
Posted by Matt French at 7:12 PM
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Walking up and out of Frankilin, NC I felt great. It was a beautiful day, if not a little warm. Two small blue butterflies danced around me as I climbed my first hill of the day. Signs of new life were slowly emerging from the forest floor. Little white, yellow and blue, at least I think they're blue, flowers were popping up all over the place. Green grass was sprouting through leaf litter bordering the trail.
Posted by Matt French at 9:23 PM
Monday, March 19, 2012
I set out from the same spot where I got off a few days ago with a new rain jacket, new hiking pants and a new set of hiking poles. I felt like a new man as I started climbing out of a place called Unicoi Gap heading towards Tray mountain. My hiking poles seemed pretty intuitive to use, but I grew up skiing so maybe that has something to do with it. "Crap!" I left my camera with my father. Oh well, it's gorgeous day, I can't let that get me down.
Posted by Matt French at 6:01 PM
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
After a half a day with my friend, the frozen pea bag, I headed back out on the trail feeling reinvigorated. My pops hiked to the top of the first mountain with me and even carried my pack up it. While we were going up we were sporadically passed by army rangers running down the mountain. Smiles and pleasantries were not returned. They looked as if they would be lashed and hung upside down by their knee caps if they were the last ones down or showed any signs that they were enjoying themselves.
Posted by Matt French at 4:21 PM
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Started at Amicalola falls state park around eleven thirty on Thursday morning. My father joined me on the walk to the top of the falls. There are something like 460 steps to the top. My father made sure I paced my self by stopping on every other series of steps. I am actually very thankful that he did. I think that I would have just ran up them in my excitement and then have been spent already. We said our farewells at the top and I set off alone.
Posted by Matt French at 3:27 PM
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Posted by Matt French at 11:43 PM