30 Days and Counting
- Are there bears?
- Oh my god, seriously?
- Is there something I can read in order to understand this?
- Maybe this isn’t so crazy
- There really is a lot of very cool gear for people who hike
- I have faith in you. Promise me you will call home.
Unlike my son, I tend to be a bookish person. When I’m at a loss, I turn to written word. So my first instinct, in an effort to regain some equilibrium as I watched UPS and FedEx trucks arrive every day with frighteningly-large boxes containing things like ice picks and dried refried beans, was to find something written by another terrified parent who loves a child who thru-hikes (that’s a term, you know.)
There was nothing. NOTHING? Seriously? No one had any advice on how to keep from panicking about this?
And that’s when it hit me. It’s going to take all the presence of mind I can muster to stay the course for 150 or more days, and 150 or more nights. So I’m going to start writing. Writing about how this feels. About what Michael is doing. About how we got to this point and how we’re going to spend the next 30 days getting ready. And then writing about where he is, what he’s doing and how a mom who is basically afraid of all animals, insects, rodents and flying things is keeping her sanity and cheering for her son while he discovers what he’s made of.
Here’s a picture of Michael on the Appalachian Trail in Connecticut in October: