I always admired a college friend’s choice to hike the Appalachian Trail after graduation.
While I considered what I was doing post-graduation in New York as roughing it – broke, crappy roach-infested apartment in Queens, sleeping on a mattress on the floor – he was really roughing it. For over 2000 miles.
He didn’t blog, or share much of his journey at the time (this was pre-social media for the most part), but when we did reconnect about a year ago, I enjoyed looking through his photos on Facebook. I even thought about hiking the trail in pieces.
So when a friend recommended Cheryl Strayed’s Wild to me, I knew I would love it. And I did. I read the whole book, which details a young woman’s brave Pacific Crest Trail hike, last Saturday at my parents house. And of course, my hiking fantasies are once again fueled.
Have you read it?