Memoirs from The Hound- Don't You Be Walking on My Wet Floor, & Shit
What sounds better than hot tea with people from three different countries in front of a fire on one of America’s most famous trails on a nice cool afternoon? To make it even better, hundreds of yards away from the fire, deer wondered close enough to feed by hand at times. Black bears were also a possible sighting. Hundreds of strangers walked the same stretch of wilderness that afternoon while always stopping to say, “Happy Trails. “ The river flew just loud enough to help you sleep. The serenity was nearly unbeatable. After 350 miles of hiking on The Appalachian Trail, my second strongest battle with adversity came shortly after my new friends left with their tea for a different spot. The wind howled loud and aggressive warnings of approaching fury. Every hiker on the trail that day talked about how the temperatures were going to be in the mid 20’s (Farenheit) for the next ten days. This was usually followed by a somewhat sarcastic, "Happy Trai...