September 16, 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.
9/16/93 – Thu.
Some days are tough! Rock scrambling slowed us down so much today that we only hiked a bit under 10 miles. Tomorrow is the day we tackle the big bad Mahoosuc Notch and Mahoosuc Arm, so it’s shaping up to be another 10-miler.
I thought a little bit today about the religious philosophy we came up with yesterday, and I concluded that I am still not absolutely convinced that there is “something else” at all. If there is, though, I am still much hapier with an un-personified force rather than a God-in-the-likeness-of-man.
This is Buck’s and my second night in a row alone. She reminds me more and more of Josie B_____.
4+ months on the trail. I can adjust to a life without the comforts of home, but it seems never again to a life without Julie. I miss her terribly.