Greeting from scenic Franklin, North Carolina. I have already conquered Georgia, and I feel well-recieved by my home state with the ample supply of steep mountain climbs and violent storms. I am glad to have an opportunity to rest and regain calories in this town, especially since recently I have undergone a slew of difficulties. I have hiked the last 100 miles in shoes that irritate my feet; originally leather boots, then resorting to crocs, and for the last 40 miles I have been using a pair of donated sneakers. On the AT, we use the term "trailmagic" to describe people willing to do excessive favors for hikers, including giving away their shoes. Now that I am in Franklin, however, I feel finally compatible with the terrain with my new shoes.
I already feel the presence of a roving yet cohesive community climbing peaks and descending valleys. We share woes, discomforts, shelters, and food, as well as our innermost ambitions and insights on life. Hiking really has provided us with a greater perspective of the simple joys binding our world, and the way that sunshine can be taken for granted in an indoor world.
Peace,
Ishmael
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