It's hard to believe that we just sent Brett off on the Appalachian Trail--estimated hiking time about six months. Brett has been preparing for this adventure for over a year, and it's finally here. Brett put in a huge amount of time preparing for the trail: reading books, blogs, forums, and equipment reviews; watching documentaries and more YouTube videos than you can count; gathering his equipment and supplies bit by bit (you better believe that the UPS driver knows our house!); packing and repacking all of said equipment; and making adjustments here and there to get everything just right for his needs. And now it has begun.
It will be an adventure for Brett as he faces the elements, pushes his body to the limit, and tests his endurance both physically and mentally on the trail.
It will also be an adventure for his family as we support him from home. We are used to leaning on Brett to take care of everything that breaks or goes wrong. He is our Can-Do-Anything Man around the house and we will miss that. I knew that I would have to keep up with mowing the yard while Brett is gone, but the day before he left Brett mentioned that I would have to clean out the gutters after the oak trees drop their leaves. I jokingly said, "Wait a minute! I never agreed to that!" There is so much that he does around the house that I am not aware of. It will be a good learning experience for me. I am also looking forward to tracking Brett's progress on the map and keeping up a journal (in the form of blog posts). It will be a fun challenge to document the happenings at home for Brett.
The adventure began with a Family Road Trip. We caravaned up to Cumming, Georgia, with Ed's family and stayed in a hotel Friday night. My boys had a blast with Ed's three kids all weekend. On Saturday we drove to
Amicalola Falls State Park, Georgia, and spent some time at the visitor's center. Brett and Ed weighed their packs and signed the A.T. thru-hiker register. We took photos, let the kids play on the playground a bit, and began the A.T. approach trail. The approach trail begins with 740 steps going up Amicola Falls. The waterfall was beautiful, and I seemed to be the only one who seriously struggled all the way up. It was a beautiful waterfall and park, but I don't think we fully appreciated it all because of the many emotions we were all feeling, anticipating the farewell that was soon to come. We almost lost Ryan and Noah, but our family's matching tie-dyed T-shirts helped us track them down. We continued walking with the men, but soon let them continue the 7-plus-mile approach trail as we made our way back down to the visitor's center where are cars were parked.
We let the kids play some more, then drove to Elijay to pick up some food for the evening. We had heard that there was a severe weather warning beginning at 7:00pm that evening. We decided that it would be best to say good-bye that night and stay in the hotel again, rather than camping at the top of the mountain with all the kids during the thunderstorm.
Having finished the approach trail to the official start of the Appalachian Trail at the summit of Springer Mountain, the guys continued the next mile to the parking lot. They beat us to our rendezvous point, and the weather quickly started deteriorating as it got dark. They had made a fire while waiting for us, and the kids had fun with that while the men raced to finish setting up their tents before the rain came in full force. They ate a quick dinner (while simultaneously setting up camp) and we said quick good-byes.
Kristie and I were anxious to get back down the mountain before the rain turned the 6.5-mile clay road into a dangerous slip-and-slide down the mountain. Brett was anxious to have the good-bye's over with, because he was already starting to get emotional and didn't want to be a blubbering fool in front of everyone. He hugged us all, we said good-bye, and we got back on the road. I got teary as we drove away from the two little tents in the rainy dark with our husbands and fathers. All of a sudden it hit me how vulnerable my big, strong, Can-Do-Anything Man will be on the trail. Todd got teary as well in the car. Of course, it didn't help that Ryan cried the entire drive back to the hotel. Ryan asked me to talk about something to distract him. Talking about the chicken farms and electric fences didn't distract him. And even playing some of his favorite songs, "Axel F", "Don't Worry, Be Happy", and even "Funky Town" did little good.
Some things Ryan said that nearly broke my heart:
"I feel like I'm never going to see Daddy again."
[Even though we've stayed in lots of hotels without Daddy] "This is different because last night Daddy was in this same hotel with us and tonight he's not."
"I don't want Daddy to hike the Appalachian Trail. I just want him to be home with us."
"Saying good-bye to Daddy was the hardest thing I've done in my whole life."
ouch.
I know that it was harder for Ryan because he was overtired from a busy and emotional traveling weekend. The next morning, after a good night's sleep and with the distracting help of some favorite friends, Ryan was feeling better. But back in the car he still missed Daddy. On the way home he said, "Raise your hand if you really miss Daddy."
Todd didn't raise his hand.
Ryan called him on it, and Todd replied that although he missed Daddy, he was "pretty much over it." Apparently Todd takes after the stoic Mitchell side of the family (including a little, his mom--though I certainly raised my hand).
Now that we are home I will attempt to distract myself with the mess and laundry left over from the trip. I will have baseball, homework, housework, piano lessons, chorus practices, and church responsibilities to keep me busy. I have a huge list of projects that I would love to tackle during this time. But right now I just find myself anxious for news. How is my man faring? How is he feeling? Is he cold and miserable and lonely? Or has the excitement of his adventure seeped back in, making the miserable parts only secondary? I can't wait to hear.