Less than a week away and other concerns.

I’m really glad I took this detour to Minot, ND to visit with my mom and stepdad before setting off for Atlanta and the Appalachian Trail, now less than a week away.


Ranch in Minot, ND as seen from my mom and stepdad’s backyard.
A week or so ago, I lamented the seemingly unending list of tasks that must be accomplished before I left Seattle – and for the most part, I’ve been eventually able to cross them off the list. I’m exhausted.

Over the past two weeks, I took an amazing trip around the Olympic Peninsula to say goodbye to the beautiful state of Washington (and a very dear friend). I worked out a nutrition plan to determine my caloric needs while hiking. I carefully packed away all my possessions and moved them into a storage unit. I spent too much time buying last-minute necessities from REI, Patagonia, North Face. I went to five different Walgreen’s over multiple days to stock up on cheap beef jerky and almonds for my mail drops. I worked a full schedule at Elliott’s until the very end. I handed over the keys to my apartment. And the whole time, I kept finding time to say goodbye to some of the important people I’ve met while living in Seattle. And then, quite literally, I hopped on a plane for Minot.


Ruby Beach is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited.
I really haven’t had an opportunity to just sit, rest or really even think. It’s been go-go-go for some time now. So I’m thankful the folks have gone to bed and I’ve got a few minutes to check in here – and then tomorrow I fly from Minot to Minneapolis to Indianapolis to Atlanta before meeting up with all my old friends back home for dinner. I’m excited to go to Indianapolis. I really hope the 46 minutes I spend there treat me well.

Hopefully, when I’m not running from gate to gate tomorrow, I’ll be able to finish my gear list. It’s gotten quite long indeed. But everything fits in my pack with room to spare. This morning, I hopped on a scale to see how much my pack weighs (base weight only, so no food or water). It’s clocking in right at 25 pounds. I’ve read of folks going lighter, and I’m sure I could too (and probably will). But for now, and considering all the technology I’m bringing to keep up with this site, that weight will have to do. Just take it from me – I’m ready to go and I’m carrying some pretty cool stuff.

It’s been very hard saying goodbye to Seattle, if even temporarily. I’m sure it’ll be hard saying goodbye to my folks tomorrow as well as to all my friends and family in Atlanta over the upcoming week. It’s tough to just walk away like that. I suppose that nervousness I felt last week has given way to the very real acknowledgement that this thing is happening soon. I think I’m just anxious to make this idea of living and hiking on mountains my “new normal”. But again, those excited feelings don’t come without a pile of bittersweet goodbyes and a tinge of regret.

Over the next few days, when I’m not barbecuing or just regularly stuffing my face (gotta put on some pounds), I’ll be finalizing my mail drops and purchasing the few remaining bits of gear (knife, mace, fuel) that I didn’t want to travel with.

That brings up a good point. I suppose I should probably tackle the two questions I’m most frequently asked (besides Why?):

First, what about bears? Am I afraid of bears? Will bears eat my food? Will bears eat me?

Bears. It’s funny. I didn’t think about bears at all until folks started asking me about them. From what I can gather from past thru-hiking journals and online AT resources, I really don’t have to worry about bears. There is such a thing as “bear safety”, as ridiculous as that may sound. But I trust it.

Apparently the point is to not smell like food or act like an idiot. To combat these, I will hang my food every night and use my zoom lens. A titanium cup hangs from my pack and makes enough racket to alert bears to my presence. If I accidentally surprise a bear, I’m supposed to slowly back up and speak to it with an authoritative voice, even if it bluffs a charge at me. If all else fails, I’ll have the aforementioned knife and mace. I’m resourceful.

Which brings me to the second most-asked question: Are you carrying a gun? What about murderers and thieves on the trail?

Here’s the deal – I’m from Atlanta and I’ve been mugged. Would carrying my pistol then have prevented my mugging? Hell no! The dude jumped out and surprised me. I would have been caught with my pants down and could have paid the ultimate price. The same logic works on the trail. When I was mugged, I did have a gun at home and that didn’t help. Likewise, if I’m carrying on the trail, any piece would have to be carefully stowed away deep in my pack to keep it dry – if I need it in a pinch, I won’t be able to get to it.

And I’m not carrying a sidearm – I actually might want to meet like-minded individuals during this hike and visibly packing heat wouldn’t attract the kind of attention I’m looking for.

Caution is the key word. I generally know a con when I see one – again, I’m from Atlanta. And if all else fails, I’ll have the aforementioned knife and mace. I’m resourceful.

I’ve done my research and hope to act accordingly, to the best one can assume they’d act if they’ve read as much as I have anyway.

And there’s been many other questions – hopefully I’ll get a chance to ramble out some answers between eating, shopping and packing in the coming days. It’s late and I’ve got three planes to catch tomorrow. ‘Til next time.

Author: Chris Kummer

Hey y'all - Cool Dad here. Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to thru-hike the AT. It remained a nagging thought for nearly a decade - then it got loud enough to warrant my attention. So I quit my unfulfilling job(s) in Seattle and commenced hiking north from Springer in the spring of 2016. And I'm exceedingly thankful I did. The people I met, the things I saw, the gross foods I ate - not a day goes by without fondly remembering life on the trail. If you've already thru-hiked a long trail, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're thinking about tackling a long-distance hike, do it. Do it now. I'm probably gonna do it again...

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