August 31, 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.
8/31/93 – Tue.
Back on the trail, sort of. This is my second night in Hanover, NH, at a co-ed fraternity (Tabard House — used to be Sigma Chi) at Dartmouth. I’m here with Mosquito Lunch, Buck, Special K, Moose River, Pluck, Georgia Breeze, and a section hiker. We’re actually not really supposed to be here, but we are anyway.
Rush was fun and it was good to see everybody. Julie and I managed to sneak a pretty decent chunk of time alone, too, which was probably the best part of the time off.
Tomorrow, I start hiking in semi-ernest again with Mosquito Lunch. I’m looking forward to it.
I remember staying at Dartmouth, and I vaguely remember that we weren’t supposed to be staying where we were, but, for the life of me, I can’t remember why. It may be that we were after some point in time where the house was supposed to be off-limits to hikers as classes were starting back up, maybe? We were inside, and we didn’t break in to get there. Who knows?