March 7, 2017
I am crossing Rocky Top, Tennessee. Horizontal rain. Fog shredding across the craggy ridge top. Wind shaking my pack and me like a dog with a rag toy. As I stagger to and fro across the path, the insidious question arises – WHY did I agree to a thru hike?
But then … then …
The trail dives over the edge of the ridge, onto the leeward side. Moist, dead leaves cushion my footsteps. The wind stops, birds sing, heat creeps into my fingers. I am enveloped in a mother-of-pearl cloud as morning sun warms the fog.
And I know my answer – I am blessed.