The Beauty of Perseverance: Tragedy and Tribulations on the Appalachian Trail – Osprey Packs Experience
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The Beauty of Perseverance: Tragedy and Tribulations on the Appalachian Trail

The Beauty of Perseverance: Tragedy and Tribulations on the Appalachian Trail

To try to explain what it felt like to approach that old wooden sign on Katahdin is nearly impossible. It felt like a dream. Sarah, my hiking partner, and I spent nearly seven months hiking toward this end goal and it was finally in sight. When we reached the sign, we collapsed onto it and a flood of memories from the previous seven months and nearly 2,200 miles, entered my head. Tears followed shortly after. We had both pushed ourselves through the most physically, mentally, and emotionally challenging times we’d ever experienced and now we had reached the finish point.

View from the AT - via Drew Bartlett

View from the AT – via Drew Bartlett

Seven months earlier, I set off from Springer Mountain, Georgia to hike the AT. The time from when I started hiking to now seems like a blur. Before leaving, I’d envisioned the trip to be a romantic experience, and for the first couple months, it was. The people I met, the places I saw and the world I was living in all seemed magical. We had no responsibilities, no bills, no worries. All we had to do was walk and enjoy the experience.

Before we knew it, we had become somewhat seasoned hikers, had achieved various trail milestones, and found ourselves trekking through the heat of a Virginian summer. One day while on a break in the Shenandoahs, Sarah received a phone call that her younger sister, Naomi, had passed away in a car accident early that morning. There are no words to describe how emotional that moment was. We both went home and spent the next few weeks with our families and visiting Sarah. It wasn’t certain who from our original group was going to return to the trail out of the four of us or when. As time passed, Sarah made the brave decision to return to the trail and walk through her grief. I decided I’d walk with her.

When we returned to the trail in late July, it felt right to be back on the trail, but different. All of our friends were now hundreds of miles ahead of us and the two of us were only accompanied by the occasional section hiker or south-bounder. Nearly every encounter ended with them telling us that we weren’t going to make it to Katahdin in time. Despite the discouragement, we pushed on.

The summer blew past us and we began entering our last few states. We knew we had tough days ahead, but there were even harder ones behind us. Some days it seemed only a handful of words were spoken between Sarah and myself while she was grieving, but it seemed that as we moved forward, she was healing and she, as well as our friendship, was growing stronger. New Hampshire surprised us with beauty and challenge. The White Mountains started what would be the most strenuous stretch of the trail we’d yet to face. The weather quickly dropped below freezing. We faced ice, numbing cold, extreme ascents and descents, and our motivation to continue began to dwindle. Southern Maine proved to be even more challenging. The only time we felt some measure of warmth was when we were moving. Every morning we struggled to get up and get moving, but once we did it was hard to find any enjoyment. The only motivation came through prayer and knowing that I’d be back in my warm sleeping bag that night. The magic of the trail had long since faded and we felt lonely, cold, isolated, and wanted to go home.

View from the AT via Drew Bartlett

View from the AT via Drew Bartlett

We got a welcome surprise when a few trail friends who’d already completed their hike decided to accompany us for the remaining 250 miles. This lifted our spirits more than we could express. With them, we hiked in extreme snowstorms, forded numbing rivers, and walked through torrential rain. When we were just days away from finishing, we found ourselves caught in an ice storm on an exposed mountain at night and had to turn around for safety. In the aftermath of that storm, much of the trail was flooded with water that was knee-deep and the river fords required tying ropes around our waists to avoid being swept away. It seemed that we couldn’t catch a break, and Katahdin, though so close, was still out of reach. Despite the circumstances, we continued to push on.

View from the AT via Drew Bartlett

View from the AT via Drew Bartlett

As we climbed Katahdin, I was reflecting on what the past seven months had meant to me. What we’d endured and experienced, the people we’d met, and the people we’d been transformed into. I’d made lifelong friends, one of whom was by my side. I thought about how our story might inspire others, such as JetBlue Airways, who donated three round trip flights for Sarah’s sisters, to help me surprise her at the finish. We’d been discouraged daily, battered by harsh weather and terrain, paralyzed by grief, pushed beyond our limits, yet we kept walking. I believe that we’ll be reaping the rewards of this journey and discovering what it meant to us for years to come. But for now I know I’ll never forget the beauty of a sunset over an ocean of mountains or all of the nights spent under the stars and the peace of waking up in nature, where I belong. I won’t forget the taste of a cold spring or the sweet smells of a lush, green forest. I won’t forget the friends I now call family nor will I forget all of the hard times we went through. But more importantly, I won’t forget the beauty of perseverance.

UPDATE: Drew and Sarah will be hiking the Colorado Trail this summer. Stay tuned as we follow along on their next thru- hiking journey! 

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