So, with the end of the semester nearing, time has become a precious commodity. It is not easy to come by, and when I do get some, I seem to fall asleep and wake up when it is time to start working again. Because of this seemingly never ending cycle, I get tired, frustrated, and sick of school and work. But when I do get to escape, when time allows me to get away, when I don’t procrastinate and am able to enjoy freedom, the feeling is one of relief and ecstasy. A couple weeks ago (yes time has not allowed me to write this until now) all these variable fell into place.
The day started with a friend’s invitation to join him on the Appalachian Trail. See, this friend, Dennis Carr, is hiking the entire thing, and this particular weekend he just happened to be coming through Roanoke, which is only an hour or so away. So on Friday evening, I drove down to meet him so that we could start early the next morning. It was one of those beautiful driving days. Most of us know what those are like: sunny, but not to hot you have to crank the a/c, therefore allowing you to open the windows and get that “blow on my sunburn” coolness that epitomizes the beginning of the warm season. After the beautiful one hour drive, I met Dennis and his wife at a wonderful southern restaurant called the Homeplace. If you don’t like southern food, this is not the place for you. Here you just name what meats you want, and they bring the rest–baked and green beans, potatoes and gravy, cornbread and biscuits, and sweet tea and homemade lemonade. It was quite good, and a change of pace from my recent backslide to bachelor cooking. It also prefaced my sleeping habit well.
However, the real escape came the next day. The section of trail we hiked is quite popular, but surprisingly we didn’t encounter many hikers–I prefer that…maybe we beat them? Anyways, the day was going to consist of 20 miles, a long day by my standards, and I was quite worried about keeping the pace, for Dennis is both quick and strong (not to mention he had been doing this since Georgia). However, I held up pretty well to my surprise, at least until the 19th mile, but nothing that time and rest would not heal.
The hike itself was marked by three great landmarks. The first is McAfee’s Knob. A popular destination that attracts people from around the area for a short day hike, one can see it in almost any AT magazine or book, and its popularity is well-deserved. We got 180+ degree views of the area clear into West Virginia! It was remarkable, and truly was a great escape from the paintings and TV view I had had in my apartment for a few weeks until then. The second landmark, Tinker Cliffs (mi. 15), was just as stunning, but in a different way. The expanse of the view was smaller; however, it afforded us the luxury of seeing McAfee’s Knob in the distance and the ridge-line we had hiked from it. This made for a natural and beautiful place to replace the calories that had happily escaped, and which I much needed to finish the day. The last landmark was a large reservoir, of which I do not know the name. The amazing thing about this reservoir was not so much its beauty (although that itself is indescribable), but the fact that at McAfee’s Knob we could barely see it because it was so far away, and at the end of the day we walked right past it, finishing on the other side. It gave me quite a large feeling of accomplishment walking that far, and was a feeling I have only had a few times hiking.
After the hike was over, once again, we met up with Dennis’ wife and ate at IHOP. This is one of the other things besides escaping that I like about hiking–if you do enough of it, you can eat about anything you want, and Dennis did, and I did! After a stack of New York Cheesecake Pancakes and some bacon, it was back in the car…another beautiful drive to begin another week.
As I said, this particular trip was nice for it gave me an escape from Lynchburg and work and school that I much needed. In a way, it was as much spiritual as it was physical. For me, the outdoors is one of my greatest teachers. Every time I venture into it I am reminded at how amazing God is. So much of the time I wait for him to work supernaturally, and forget as Donald Miller states that the natural is supernatural. That the very presence of a breeze on top of a cliff or a sunset is just as miraculous as a healing. It is this fact that compels me to the trail, to the cliff, to the water. It is this that provides an unknown, an idea, an explanation of who God is. And it is this that will forever keep me anticipating the next time the outdoors will beckon me into her arms…perhaps tomorrow…if I have time.
Here are some pics from my trip. The first few are McAfee’s Knob, the last is at lunch on Tinker Cliffs.
To Christ within,
Craig