Friday, February 21, 2014

A Walking Soundtrack: Reviews of the Music I'm Bringing With Me

Some thru-hikers are avidly against using technology on the Trail. They feel like it taints the very  experience they came here for. Indeed, a lot of the appeal of the Trail is getting away from the increasing technological demands of thriving in society. And so some thru-hikers are reluctant to bring their portable music players along for the journey. They prefer the silence or the music of the woods.

I have never been a musician. I have never learned how to play any musical instrument and although I sang in a choir as a freshman in high school, my singing barely passes as anything good. My ears were late at getting into the game of liking music. I shrugged off music while my friends walked the halls of our school singing Green Day, Avril Lavigne, and Sum 41. I just didn't get it. But then I fell in love, mostly with soundtracks, some classic rock, and a couple of U2 songs.

We all know that when we watch a movie, the music is informing the scene. It has the ability to set the mood, the tone. Basically if it is effective is rips right into us and forces us to feel like the characters really are going on a heroic and dangerous journey or that a place really is magical or that a situation really is very tragic. When I was in high school and wanted to feel a certain way I knew exactly what song from a movie to choose. When I had a tough day at school, I'd put in my ear buds and stare out the window as the music flooded into my being. Everything I looked at had this background music and the meaning I attributed to everything I saw was informed by the type of music it was.

I still do this. We all do. We have all watched movies. They are a big part of our culture and we have learned how to create a soundtrack to our lives. We all now have portable music players that can store thousands of songs. We walk through life impacted by the music we choose to blast in our minds. This is our generation.

I thought very little about whether or not I'd like to bring music with me on the Appalachian Trail. I thought about how we didn't have music at boot camp and how I often would try to sing the lyrics to good songs so I could remember. Some of them would haunt me because I couldn't remember them all and I didn't have any way of looking them up. I wrote the ones I could remember down on a small notebook and carried it in my pocket just in case I forgot them again. Funny, I thought I knew them. I could always remember them when singing along with them at home, but trying to conjure the words completely out of thin air was nearly impossible. Once boot camp was over I lovingly listened to all my old music and it enthralled me like I was listening to it for the first time again.

 Music is very magical to me. Since I have a critically analytic personality and a degree in English I have learned how to analyze a lot. Whenever I enjoy a book, a poem, a movie and to lesser degrees a physical work of art like a painting or a sculpture, I approach them with a critic's eye. It helps me to enjoy them, to know how they evoked a certain mood or message. But I do not understand music. I don't know how musicians make a certain sound feel sad or happy or any other way. And while I can analyze and enjoy the lyrics, music is one of the few things left in today's world that can completely enrapture me in its mystery.      

We will be bringing a Smartphone to use for listening to music, taking photos, and using wifi in towns/hostels. We are bringing no backup battery so we will not count on it to always be workable. We are bringing a Tracfone solely for making calls and the battery on it works like a champ. Once the Smartphone dies, we won't use it until the next time we can charge it. In this way, we won't be using it constantly. We will have to pick and choose when to use it. We won't instantly have it within arm's reach. We won't constantly be plugged in. But with five-to-seven months on the Trail, I'm sure we'll find numerous occasions where it will be nice to listen to a little music and some occasions where we will enjoy silence or the music of the woods. And since we are only bringing one Smartphone, only one of us can use it at any given time anyhow.

So what music have I chosen to be a part of the soundtrack of this journey? I mostly just collected all of my favorites music, but I did specifically buy some songs/albums because they seemed like good hiking music. I'm already excited about listening to come of the songs while I climb up a mountainside. Originally, I was just going to list the musical artists here, but after listening to them in an attempt to categorize them, I decided to share my I've chosen to bring these along. Music is a beautiful thing to share so maybe you'll find something you can enjoy here too.

Artist: America
Album: America's Greatest Hits - History

Sometimes it is easy to pick out only one or two really good songs from a band, but America truly has several amazing songs and they're all here in this album. You can tell this 70s band really tried to live up to their name, as their folksy rock tunes somehow sound like America, making it an essential piece to a collection created to accompany a 2,184 mile journey through the forests and mountains of the unmistakably American Appalachians.

  















Artist: Arcade Fire
Albums: Funeral, Neon Bible, The Suburbs

This famous, spirited indie rock band does not sound outdoorsy nor do they specifically write about nature or any kind of journey. They do, however, like to write about the state of our world today, the ill effects of our modern culture, and fear for our future if we continue living the way we do. And as much as they critique today's world, they don't sound overly preachy and certainly reveal that they are not somehow above, but very much created by and a part of it all. Many of their songs could be the anthem for my AT trek, reminding me what I have escaped for a few months, anyhow.


Don't wanna hear the noises on TV
Don't want the salesmen coming after me
Don't wanna live in my father's house no more
Don't want it faster, I don't want it free
Don't wanna show you what they done to me



















Artist: The Avett Brothers
Album: I and Love and You

I hadn't listened to this band much, but my favorite professor from college really liked them so I was interested. Since their music is folk rock and they hail from North Carolina I thought they might be a nice addition to the AT soundtrack. Boy was that an understatement. They are a perfect blend of folk, country, bluegrass, and rock, making for great Trail music. What I have heard from this album I have absolutely loved, but I almost want to stop listening to it until I'm out in the woods so I can enjoy it in an entirely different way. I also only purchased one album, but they have many. I may have to buy some more.

Load the car and write the note
Grab your bag and grab your coat
Tell the ones that need to know
We are headed north

One foot in and one foot back
But it don't pay to live like that
So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks
For never to return



Artist: Band of Horses
Song: No One's Gonna Love You

This love song from the Seattle-based rock band really has nothing to do with anything thru-hiking related. It is just a great song!

It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was



Artist: The Beatles
Album: Love

The Beatles don't really need any introduction and this compilation album has most of their greatest and most recognizable songs. I haven't really analyzed all of these songs, but I haven't noticed anything that overtly relates to long-distance hiking. But "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" was one of the first songs I ever really fell in love with and everyone can use a little Beatles in their life every now and again!

   
Artist: The Black Keys
Album: El Camino
Songs: Tighten Up, Howlin' for You

This indie rock band also doesn't really write about anything about the thru-hiking lifestyle, but the music really makes me happy. It is the kind of music that can make you dance, while avoided trite lyrics and simplified melodies/choruses so common to the music leading in the sales market right now. Although, I guess they're not really writing for teenage girls anyway. Every song on El Camino is enjoyable, and I also snatched up a couple of their other biggest singles.


Artist: Broken Bells
Song: The High Road

It seems to me that this song is about a few characters who have made poor decisions and found themselves in unsavory circumstances. The chorus then calls you and me and the characters to change our lifestyles before it is too late and we lose something before it can be reclaimed. It reminds me of our normal cultural life that tempts us in so many ways to not be the best selves that we can be and perhaps the Appalachian Trail is that 'high road' that can help people out of certain situations/lifestyles.


Artist: Cage the Elephant
Song: Come a Little Closer

I don't think I understand this song completely, but I think it has to do with becoming close to other people and even becoming closer to understanding oneself, what ones' dreams are, and how to not let them simply burn away with time. These are great things to contemplate while making a long introspective journey!


Artist: Canned Heat
Song: Going Up the Country

This song from the blues and boogie band from the 70s is a quintessential song for anyone escaping the city life! Pretty simple, straight-forward, and applicable to thru-hiking.

I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay.


Artist: The Cinematic Orchestra
Album: Ma Fleur

This album is an excellent collaboration of several talented artists that really know how to create powerful stuff. Where many musicians sing too much, the Cinematic Orchestra knows how to sing as little as necessary, making each word dig deep into your soul. The voices are powerful and the songs that do contain lyrics are often made up of small repeated phrases that allow us, as listeners to become transported to some other time or place in our minds. It seriously is real easy to get lost in this music and use it as a way to think of everything and nothing at the same time. These songs were really created for the kind of contemplative lifestyle one hopes for in Trail life.

In joy and pain
Each born will grow.
For wisdom is so much more
than what we know.
And every child
will find their way
of living their own life story
day by day.




Artist: Coconut Records
Album: Nighttiming 

This indie pop music from actor Jason Schwartzman is impossible not to like! Again, it's not really wilderness trekking music, but it is an album that easily sets a breezy, happy mood. Enjoy!



Artist: Dave Matthews
Songs: Gravedigger (acoustic), Shake Me Like a Monkey, Funny the Way It Is

My two favorite songs from this famous musician couldn't be more different. "Gravedigger (acoustic)" was another one of the songs that began my first love affair with music and is definitely somber while "Shake Me Like a Monkey" couldn't be any more carefree and crazy. It just makes me want to dance! I'll just be bringing this small taste of Dave Matthews with me though, because there isn't much related to backpacking in his music.

Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing underneath
It must have been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
Now the world is small, compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars


Artist: Eddie Vedder
Album: Music for the Motion Picture Into the Wild

Pearl Jam's vocals man created the music for Sean Penn's movie about a real-life young man who left his life behind to hitchhike around the country for two years and live in the Alaskan wilderness by himself. As you can imagine, all of the songs are about leaving society and embracing the natural world which makes it perfect for an Appalachian Trail soundtrack as well.

Subtle voices in the wind,
And the truth they're telling
The world begins where the road ends
Watch me leave it all behind
Far behind


Artist: Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
Album: Up From Below

The sound of this indie folk band really seem to align with the mood of Trail life. In the lyrics you can hear a desire to escape the normal kind of modern life and realign with something more primeval. Their song "Home" is enough to get anyone excited and is a good anthem for my wife and I as we travel the world; our home will be with each other.


Artist: Explosions in the Sky
Albums: The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place; How Strange, Innocence; Take Care, Take Care, Take Care

This purely instrumental band is perfect when lyrics will be distracting, but you want to listen to something beautiful or set the mood in a certain way. Somehow their music makes me feel the sublime beauty of the natural world so I'm bringing it along to the place I hope will also provide some natural wonders.


Artist: Fleet Foxes
Album: Fleet Foxes

This folk indie band uses a lot of natural imagery in this album, and even have a song called "Blue Ridge Mountains," which is a large part of the southern part of the Appalachian Mountains. Mountains obviously have left a strong impression on these songwriters and each song sounds as soft as a small mountain stream flowing smoothly through the woods. 

 

Artist: Gungor
Song: Beautiful Things, Ghosts Upon the Earth

If you are not are not a Christian, this music may not be for you. It is pretty loaded with biblical allusions and phraseology common among Christians. About half of their songs are a humble declaration of how messed up they are, along with a plea for a closeness to God. The other half exalt God for the beauty of the world, often referring to the natural world, which is great for any Christian thru-hiker. The music is much better than other music labeled Christian. Honestly, I don't care much for most of the overtly Christian music, with the exception of three bands who all made it on this list.This band is the most "worship-y" of the three so if you are looking for something different I'd try the others.

Standing up from crags and clay
The peaks of earth
In full display
They break the lines
That break the sky
That’s full of life
Full of life

The chaos of creation’s dance
A tapestry, a symphony
Of life himself
Of love herself
It’s written in our very skin


Artist: Jack Johnson
Albums: Brushfire Fairytales, In Between Dreams, On and On, Sleep Through the Static

This Hawaiian indie pop musician's songs are probably better suited to the surfer's lifestyle, but I'm sure at some points during the arduous journey through the mountains I'll want to escape to the islands. A lot of his songs are catchy and fun to sing along with and since I listened to him a lot during high school, I still remember a lot of his lyrics. Also, between his fun rhymes and imagery are a lot of lyrics critiquing our modern, fast-paced, television worshipping culture. The album Sleep Through the Static is more somber, but in a good way.

The world has its ways
To quiet us down
The world has its ways
To quiet us down comes the rain
Down comes our spirits again
But Down comes the strength

To lift us up and then... 


Artist: Johnny Cash
Songs: Hurt, God's Gonna Cut You Down

Johnny Cash is another musician who needs no introduction from me. Although he is a prolific singer, I am only taking two of his songs with me. I know he has many great songs that I'm not bringing along. I chose these two because they speak the most to me. One is about regret and the meaninglessness of the things we, as a society, deem valuable and the other is about the inevitable repercussions of running away from God. 



Artist: mewithoutYou
Albums: Brother, Sister; Catch For Us the Foxes; It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright; Ten Stories

This is my favorite band, although I hated them about the first twenty times I listened to them. These musicians very personally sing about their struggles as Christians, everything from depression and suicidal feelings to guilt and lust. They often take jabs at mainstream Western Christians, calling us to get closer to God and further away from wealth and vanity. They pretty much sing about what I think about a lot so I am quite personally attached to them. It's great soul-searching music which must mean it'll make great AT music!

the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
it explicitly demands your attention
and it may even contain some truth
and what's really going on here?

one day the water's gonna wash it away
and on that day, nothing clever to say.


Artist: Modest Mouse
Albums: Good News for People Who Love Bad News, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

This indie rock band puts a ton of energy into their songs. Their songs seem to me to reek of dissatisfaction with the self and at the world around us. You can be as contemplative as you wish with their music or just enjoy their different, yet catchy tunes. I think though, that they understand growth and actual improvement of the self and the world around us is a difficult and slow process that takes a lot of time. In our instant gratification culture that is hard to take, and we usually give up because it seems so impossible.

For every invention made how much time did we save? 
We're not much farther than we were in the cave. 

As life gets longer, awful feels softer, 
and it feels pretty soft to me. 
And if it takes shit to make bliss, 
well I feel pretty blissfully. 


Artist: The National
Albums: Alligator, Boxer, Cherry Tree, High Violet, Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers
    
This indie rock band knows how to reveal the demons in normal, every-day life. It might be difficult to catch at first, but the frontman's dark voice and singing style accurately sets the tone. There are several "love songs" or songs about relationships with girls, but they all seem to reveal the deep seated issues that make every relationship between humans problematic. These musicians are not afraid to strip away all of the sugar-coating most pop songs lather thick and show us how nasty we, as humans are. Always a bit melancholy, these songs are always good when musing about one's own faults and shortcomings.

Turn the light out say goodnight, no thinking for a little while
Let's not try to figure out everything at once
It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
We're half awake in a fake empire



Artist: Nick Cave & Warren Ellis
Album: Music from the Motion Picture the Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

This is one of my absolute favorite movies due in part to the spectacular soundtrack. The songs are simply spellbinding and really give this raw, historic, American feel. A lot of weight is carried in each song creating a sense of place and story, as if a lot is to come of what we do and say now. This soundtrack is great at making each moment feel vital which will be great on such a long walk.



Artist: Of Monsters and Men
Album: My Head Is An Animal

Where Mumford & Sons and the Lumineers bore me, Of Monsters and Men is a popular indie folk band that I think best captures the sound of the spirit our generation is seeking. There's a lot of fantastic imagery in this album, involving a lot of animals, and a lot of it is abstract, but I get the feeling they are on this grand adventure which is a great thing to listen to while on a grand adventure yourself. I think more than any other album, the sound of this one best represents the way I envision the Trail.

I heard them calling in the distance
So I packed my things and ran
Far away from all the trouble
I had caused with my two hands



Artist: Old Crow Medicine Show
Song: Wagon Wheel

This song might be about hitch-hiking, but it accurately portrays the sense of excitement for traveling, discovering new places, especially in the South which is where the Appalachian Trail starts for us Northbounders. This country song is alternative enough as sung by this Tennessee band for non-country fans to enjoy. It's great to sing along with as well.

Headed down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road

And pray to God I see headlights 


Artist: Patrick Watson
Albums: Adventures In Your Own Backyard, Close to Paradise, Wooden Arms

The best word to describe Patrick Watson's music is soothing. His pleasant sound is anything but boring though, especially because of his memorable, beautiful voice. When I want to feel at peace, this is the music I put on. Patrick Watson definitely seems to feel at peace in this music, content with his station in life and in no hurry to be anywhere else like most of us. I can learn to be a little more content where I am in life instead of always looking to the future. On the Appalachian Trail I want to try to be fully present in my mind and soul with wherever I am at the moment.

Summer sleeps beside you now
It whispers in your thirsty ears
The warm wind blows on by
Takes you by surprise
Into the gentle skies




Artist: Phoenix
Album: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

This is another album that is just fun to listen to, but not quite as void of meaning or musical ability as the pop songs on the radio. Although, it is purely enjoyable to listen to and doesn't really make me think or feel anything. I guess we all might need some music like this.


  
Artist: Regina Spektor
Album: Far

In a male-dominated playlist, this female musician is a welcome edition to the repertoire. While most of her songs on this album are a mix of anecdotes rather than some kind of personal expression she manages to create a sound that holds enough weight to carry them. Although the album is an eclectic mix she manages to effectively be serious and sad in some songs and fun and happy in others. Some of the songs may be very strange, but none could be called boring nor bad. When enjoying music sometimes hearing something completely different is exactly what's needed. 



Artist: Roger Miller
Song: King of the Road

This is just about the best anthem out there for a vagabond lifestyle. It expresses the absolute freedom one has when not weighed down by possessions or a home to take care of. There is great excitement when it is just you in the fresh air with a stretch of road before you, relying on nothing but your brain and your feet. Ahhhh!

I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.


Artist: The Rosebuds
Song: Shake Our Tree    

Here's a love song for the Trail! It's about watching birds who are falling in love. It's fun and catchy and might just inspire me to look around me at what's going on in nature around me.



Artist: Simon & Garfunkel
Album: The Best of Simon & Garfunkel

This album from the famous 60s folk rock duo showcases all of their most beloved songs. I never get tired of these guys' sound and they offer sound wisdom by reminding us to slow down in our hectic lives, to truly listen in the midst of the overwhelming noise of the world, and to make the most of the time we have because in the future we'll wonder where it all went. These musicians really seem to pay attention to the simple world around them, showing us through their songs how much we are missing, all the wonder and understanding we could have if we really looked at and listened to the people and settings around us.

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.

Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.   


Artist: Bedrich Smetana- Performed by City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
Song: Ma Vlast: Vltava (Maldau)

This orchestral work from the 1870s is only one part of a series of symphonic poems written about his homeland. This song beautifully describes the river Vltava as it flows through the countryside, woods and past castles and ruins. I first heard the song in Terrence Malick's Tree of Life and used the song as the processional in my wedding. Hopefully at some point during our hike we'll walk along a river or at least a stream and I can listen to this as we do.

   

Artist: Sufjan Stevens
Albums: The Age of Adz, All Delighted People EP, Come On Feel the Illinoise!, Greetings from Michigan: The Great Lake State, Seven Swans

If there's anyone who seems to obsess over every single detail of his music, this musician would be him. And that's a good thing. From exploring deeply philosophical concepts to chronicling interesting, historical tidbits to pouring out his personal shortcomings, Stevens carefully layers his lyrics around fascinating music from large orchestras with an incredible array of uncommon instruments to solo banjos to electronica. It may seem like this would be a complete mess, but it's not. Stevens just really likes to explore and grow as a musician, diving deep into each song to create something intricately wonderful. This musician's music is great to listen to anytime and could be included on any soundtrack.

When the world's come and gone shall we follow our transgressions
Or shall we stand strong?

I tried to save the things I made
Oh! But the world is a mess, Oh! But the world is a mess
And what difference does it make if the world is a mess?
If the world is a mess!
I tried my best I tried in vain

Oh! But the world is a mess! Oh! But the world is a mess!  


Artist: Two Door Cinema Club
Album: Tourist History 

This indie rock band from Ireland creates songs that are pretty dance-y and listening to them is sure to put anyone in a better mood. I imagine when I'm cold and wet waiting out a storm in a shelter or my tent I might put this music on to lift my spirits. Also, the following lyrics are pretty good to listen to a few weeks out from beginning the adventure of a lifetime! 

In a few weeks I will get time
To realise it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do

I am leaving, this is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it, it's my sweet beginning


Artist: The Welcome Wagon
Albums: Precious Remedies Against Satan's Devices, Purity of Heart Is to Will One thing EP, Welcome to the Welcome Wagon

This indie gospel husband/wife duo is the band to listen to if you're a Christian and find comfort in who the Bible says God is. A lot of the songs could be sung as prayers, humbly asking God to help us in our weakness to become better than we could ever reach on our own. I look forward to spending significantly more time in prayer on the Trail than I do now and this band will help me evoke the right kind of spirit.

'Tis seldom I can ever see
Myself as I would wish to be;
What I desire I can't attain,

From what I hate, I can't refrain.    


Artist: Wilco
Album: Yankee, Hotel, Foxtrot

This alternative band might seem a bit breezy at first, but a closer look would reveal that the songwriters are doing quite a bit of self-analysis throughout the album. This is a good album to listen to when being reflective. The story goes that when these guys shared this album with their record label they rejected it because they didn't hear the kind of song that would be a big-hit single. In a world chock full of musicians who sell out or compromise true art for something that will sell, I'm glad these guys found another way to release this for us to enjoy and reflect on.     

I'm bound by these choices so hard to make
I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake
None of this is real enough to take me from you


If anyone has any other suggestions for good music please don't hesitate to comment below. I love checking new stuff out, but there's so much out there it's hard to know where to begin.   

Monday, February 10, 2014

A Walking History

I read The Lost Art of Walking recently, and although it disappointingly shed little insight into the effects walking can and has had on people, it did inspire me to think about and write my own walking history. The author never suggests to do this. He just writes a lot about his own personal experiences of walking and it made me think about my own walking. I believe I've been blessed by the opportunity to walk more than most first-world citizens and would even go so far as to say that much of my story, much of what makes me me can be extracted from my walking stories. You may know me by my walk.

I obviously don't remember my first steps, and as far as I know, they weren't any more special than any other baby's first steps. I don't remember any of the several thousand subsequent steps either or much of anything about America, the country I was born in. I can remember some of the parks near the several houses we lived in all over America, and how I would run behind my older brother with Power Ranger figurines in our hands, heading to the colorful plastic playgrounds so we could make the figurines fight and throw them down the slides. I remember walking across the asphalt in Pennsylvania and across the dust in New Mexico. I can remember walking through the goats' pen to get to our cabin in North Carolina and I can remember a goat named Allison who once got too friendly and knocked me over. I was scared every time I had to pass through that field again, keeping an eye out for those scary creatures, sprinting from the entrance gate to the big tree in the middle, and waiting for the coast to clear before booking it to the exit gate.

I can remember an abrupt change in my walking patterns when I was six years old. No longer did I just walk across the street to the park. I walked everywhere. I say walk, but I was more dragged. I can picture my hand clutched tightly by my mother's protective grasp and pulling me along through the vast crowds, struggling to keep up with my father and the rest of their coworkers as I meandered on my short legs, peering all around me, attentive not to the direction we were headed, but to the strange sights, sounds, and smells all around me. I was now in Russia. You see, my parents decided to become missionaries when I was very young which took them from Pennsylvania where my dad was a pastor to North Carolina for training (at a farm so they could learn how to survive without common American amenities; skills which turned out to be completely unnecessary), and New Mexico for a Russian language course.  

In Russia we walked everywhere in a swarm of other people. Even when we took public transportation, we always had to walk to and from the bus/subway stops. Eventually, as I grew up, my lingering walk formed into the fast-paced, aggressive kind of walk characterized by those who live in big cities. When I was thirteen I moved to Germany to attend an American boarding school. It was there I stopped playing video games in favor of socializing with friends. And inevitably, while in high school I started to like girls and let my emotions run rampant. My go-to escape from all these drastic emotions was a long walk through the beautiful hills and forests of the Black Forest. I also often walked to school since my dorm was a nice 6.3 km (according to a sign that I can still see in my mind) away through the countryside. These walks brought the peace and solitude I needed.


During the summers I would return to live with my parents who had now moved to Kazakhstan. With no friends and no desire to spend all my time sleeping in or surfing the Internet, I went on walks. I never had a plan of where to go, I would just pick a direction and go. I would never go far enough to get lost, usually opting to just go down a certain nearby street as far as I wanted and then turning back. These were ambling walks, just to get out in the fresh mountain air. Sometimes I would pick a random pedestrian and follow them until they reached their destination or out of the area I felt comfortable finding my way back home from.      

When I graduated from high school in Germany I moved back to America, to Michigan where my sister and brother just finished college. Since I didn't have enough money to begin college right away I took two jobs for a little while, though I ended up quitting the one at Meijer because the hours interfered with the other one which paid slightly more. I walked to and from work, the one at Meijer being over three miles away, until my brother moved away and gave me his cheap bike. Being new to the area with few friends and becoming increasingly bored by the mundane jobs and American life, I started hitch-hiking. Most of the time I had a specific destination, but sometimes I would just go. If I had a few days off work I would pick a direction and see how far I could get or go visit my friends in the nearby city of Chicago or their small college in Indiana. Hitch-hiking requires a lot of walking and one of my favorites aspects of hitch-hiking were the long stretches of road when no one would pick me up and I could get lost in my own thoughts, as I put one foot in front of another. At first I just brought a small backpack and a thin blanket and airplane pillow to sleep on, but as the days grew colder and I made more money I upgraded to a hiking backpack, a sleeping bag, and some base-layer bottoms.


As my mini-adventures increased and my patience with my ordinary work lifestyle waned, I began to formulate in my mind something grander, a great escape. I thought of the appeal of the barrenness of Alaska, of the seeming foreignness since it was so far away. Then a movie called Into the Wild came out and I loved it so much that I went to see if five times in the theater, walking the miles to and from the theatre with all kinds of wild fantasies of what I could do. I don't exactly remember how I came to this decision, but I figured that I would either take off for Alaska or join the military. The latter idea won out, probably since it was more practical and easy to execute. It would also be easier telling my parents since it would help pay for the inevitable college years to come.

So then I went to basic training for half a year and hiked around a lot with not only a heavy backpack, but a flak jacket, heavy boots, and a weapon or two. Not exactly ultralight, but I think it did toughen me up some. During our long hikes I rarely fell behind even when guys much bigger and stronger did. It was then I fully realized how much the mind plays a critical role in whether one can succeed or not. I do remember during one particularly long and grueling hike during boot camp I started to fall a little behind. The drill instructors kept yelling at me to keep up and I would sprint to catch up only to slowly fall back and run to catch up again. Then one of the shoulder straps broke on my backpack. Being a small guy, the huge unwieldy backpack was already difficult for my body to bear, but now I had to try to balance the whole thing on one shoulder while awkwardly pulling off some of the weight with my hands slung over my other shoulder. They wouldn't let me stop to fix it. It slipped further and further down, biting into my back. I had to buck forward every few steps to pull it up further. We still had over a mile to hike. Then I exploded. It seemed as if every angry feeling I've ever felt burst forth. Things I didn't know were still in me rushed to escape. Stuff about my parents. Rejection from girls. Things I felt like I was entitled to. All the wrongs done to me. The anger powered me and I no longer was falling back, in fact I was getting mad at the others around me for being too slow. I wanted to be done. I screamed incomprehensibly the rest of the way as images flickered through my maddening mind. The drill instructors stopped bothering me.


During my time at the School of Infantry we got weekends off and although we were supposed to stay in buddy pairs while off base I knew I couldn't truly relax if I went out and did the kinds of things my buddies were doing: wasting money, drinking, and picking up girls. So I went my own way. Sometimes I would watch a movie at the theatre. Sometimes I would take a train to a city far enough away from the military culture. A lot of the time, however, I would walk. I would explore a town and just walk the streets. I wouldn't go into any shops. I'd talk to strangers sometimes. I'd walk along the beach, through the small beach town centers, and even through the residential blocks. I slept on the beach. One weekend I went to a music festival with two other Marines and we met a woman who was in the Air Force. After spending some time with her she told us how she knew we were Marines when she first spotted us just because of the way we walked. She said all Marines walk the same. Almost desperately, to prove something to myself, I asked her if I walked that way and she assured me that I did not. I still maintained my walking identity. They could not break me that far.

Right after basic I devised a grand scheme to hike a section of the Appalachian Trail with one of my best friends from boarding school. The views were spectacular and the time together was great. We were in the south during the summer so all thru-hikers were far north by then. We weren't really prepared. First of all, I brought two weeks worth of food in the form of MREs which severely weighed us down. We didn't get nearly as far as I had hoped so my parents had to drive much farther to pick us up. Halfway through we ended up throwing half our food away in a trashcan we found to lighten our load. We left our bag of trash out in the shelter one evening and a mouse or two had their fill during the night. Some of the steams along the way were dry and one day we had to go most of the day with nothing to drink. One day when we were resting by the side of the trail my friend confessed that I had let him down. When we were in high school I was something of a hero to him. He thought I was strong and when he saw that I had fallen short just after I moved to America, he felt as if there was no way that he could be strong. And so he also fell in the same way. Whether he meant to sound like it or not, it was as if he was placing his guilt on me. It was now mine. Walking together in silence must have made him really think about his emotions, his state of being and he revealed these to me. I can't say for certain, but it is possible that had we not gone on this little walk in the woods, he would have never confessed this. For better or for worse, I'm glad he did. It means something to be real even if it hurts.    

Since I joined the Reserves, I did not have to go to a base after basic, but back to Grand Rapids where I enrolled in community college. I resumed my hitch hiking adventures, going all the way up to Canada through the Upper Peninsula on one occasion. Within five minutes of walking down the interstate, just after crossing back over the border to America, a State Police sheriff pulled over and gave me a ticket. He then drove me over to a different road, the only other road that went south/north all the way back down to the lower Michigan peninsula. It was an old road that everyone used decades ago before the highway was put in. Now it was a barren stretch of concrete, used by the few people with remote homes scattered across the few miles between the highway and the eastern lake coast. I was now stuck, forced to walk the thirty miles with little hope of car-drivers picking me up. What should have taken a half-hour car ride was now going to take at least three days. So I began to walk. And walk. And walk. And walk. And walk some more. All day long I walked until it became dark. Then I slept in a patch of trees jut off the road. The next morning I woke up and began to walk again. Walking all day long, alone, with no distractions really did something to my mind. I had no music with me so I was literally lost in silence all day long for two days. My mind went everywhere. I remember first thinking of the usual stuff, things I wanted to think about. Then I just tried to remember song lyrics and sung them for a few hours. Then I thought of some slightly unusual things. Then my mind seemed to entirely take over and took me places that I would never explore unless in this exact situation. It was as if my mind was a bowl of candy. I first picked through my favorites and ate up all of those. Then I ate all the candies that I didn't really enjoy just because they were the only ones left. Now, having an empty bowl, I went completely bonkers and tried to eat the bowl. I'm not sure I ever truly thought of anything coherent, certainly not memorable. It was really just the outer edges of brilliance or stupidity, and I don't know which. I was grasping at the fringe of certain philosophical concepts, but not really getting anywhere with them. It was like brain detox. And it was only a couple of days! Plenty of ascetics, prisoners, and others have endured much longer in silence and solitude. Still, the time with only my mind was enjoyable, the rare absolute break from distractions for such a prolonged period of time. Toward the end of the second day someone actually picked me up and drove me just over into the lower peninsula to Macinac, where having had enough adventure I found a bench to sleep on and caught a bus in the morning back home.      

After two semesters at the community college I transferred to a four-year college to obtain my bachelor's degree and met the girl who would become my wife. During my time there I found peace in getting away by taking bike rides in lieu of walks. I did, however, become the guy who walked everywhere barefoot: to class, outside on the sidewalks and in the grass, to the cafeteria, through the halls, even to public restrooms. I liked the feel of wearing no socks or shoes. I even went to an interview for the school coffee shop barefoot. I did not get offered the job. I liked to think I was building up strong feet and when I went away for the weekend once every month to train with the Marines I never got any blisters, even when most of my buddies did.

And now I'm married, just finished my six year contract with the Marines and about to walk the Appalachian Trail with my wife.

At the wedding, we were barefoot.




   


                   

Friday, January 10, 2014

Money, Money, Money, Gear Costs Money, Money, Christmas Money

Please forgive me readers, I haven't updated this blog in over a month!  But I had to get through Thanksgiving and Christmas which everyone who works in retail knows, means long hours. We held off on purchasing a lot of gear because we wanted to take advantage of our generous family during Christmas and Christine's birthday which is only three days earlier than Christmas. We were not at all disappointed with the amount of loot we got during the holidays. That combined with the fact that we've been working more and that I won a $200 gift card drawing at Target for perfect attendance during the Thanksgiving weekend means we are sitting pretty financially. I've been a tad worried about money since I hear so many stories about people having to drop out of the hike because they did not have enough. Now I'm sufficiently not worried. We will have a few bills to pay while we are hiking such as my student loans (Christine doesn't have any) and my health care plan (Christine is still under her parents' plan) which I will sign up for soon. Alas, after years of dodging insurance bills I will finally succumb to society's pressures! At least if I fall off a mountain I will have a chance of being fixed.

After Christmas we began filling in the holes of our gear list and as of right now we only have three items left to buy! Once we get to that 100% marker, I will post a comprehensive list of every little piece of gear we will begin with. We got a lot of trail food for Christmas and now have five large bags pouring over with goodies. I have ordered several books on dehydrating food from the library and will soon begin the process of creating some meals.

One of the most exciting pieces of gear we received a few days after Christmas was our copy of the 2014 A.T. Guide Northbound. To see this year's exact milage laid out in the book made this grand adventure of ours seem both near and terribly far away. Still, gathering the last of our gear is a huge accomplishment. There were so many choices to be made, so many websites and stores to visit, so many options to choose from! So many prices! So much for such a little weight to be stuffed in so small a bag!

Final to do list for these last two months before the start of our journey:
-Purchase the final pieces of gear and catalogue it
-Set a final date with Christine's parents who will be taking time off to drive us down to the approach trail
-Sign up for Obamacare
-Dehydrate a lot of food
-Find and purchase the perfect collection of trail music
-Decide on mail drop destinations and fill boxes
-Spray down clothes and other gear with permethrin