October 3, 2008
This is a 5-month long series of blog posts that are the entries in my journals written on most evenings as I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 1993. The journal entry appears first — indented — and then any additional commentary from my 15-years-removed perspective follows.
10/3/93 – Sun.
Hey! I finally met “Slug,” although he is now the “Woodland Streaker.” He started the same day I did at Springer, but behind me, and I never met him. He was hiking with Turtle & Snail at the time, who have since dropped off. He is now the Woodland Streaker because he hiked about 600 miles down south in the buff — he stopped just south of the Shenandoah’s. he says it was kind of like opening his eyes and seeing more. He’s also a juggler — has actually done a decent amount of performing. He carries juggling pins and seven balls.
No long entry tonight — it’s getting cold in these here parts and my hands are not up for the writing.
I’d last wrote about Slug on May 16th — knowing that I ran back into him later. As I recall, we coaxed him into doing a brief juggling show. But, the cold bothered him as much as it bothered my writing!