if you know yours truly on a personal basis and have been keeping up with my twitter and fb photo streams you should know how deeply i lust to walk the Appalachian trail
, someday, in this life time or the next. So during one of my cubicle-life stress induced hiking wet dream i came across this post on reddit
. And as is habit skimming through the comments section I saw someone mention the book that is the title of this post. A few nifty clicks on the NYPL site delivered the book to my hands in a day. Neck deep into the book the yearning to walk the trail grows even more.
Bill Bryson is an amazing author. Funny, insightful and sarcastic. A win on all three counts.
sample this :
“Nearly everyone I talked to had some gruesome story involving a guileless acquaintance who had gone off hiking the trail with high hopes and new boots and come stumbling back two days later with a bobcat attached to his head or dripping blood from an armless sleeve and whispering in a hoarse voice, “Bear!” before sinking into a troubled unconsciousness.”
The book is littered with such many gems. Totally worth your time even if hiking the AT is not on your bucket list.
‘…When guys in camouflage pants and hunting hats sat around in the four aces diner talking about fearsome things done out-of-doors, i would no longer have to feel like such a cupcake. I wanted a little of that swagger that comes with being able to gaze at a far horizon through eyes of chipped granite and say with a slow, manly sniff ” Yeah, I’ve shit in the woods.” ‘