Ozark entry one

Miles hiked: 90
It’s day four of the trail and I’ve just crawled into the comfort of my tent. There’s been a storm rolling around us but with the sight of lightening in three separate places, I believe our luck might be running out.

When it comes to luck, we’ve had more than we could have ever asked for. We experienced some rain the second night but all of our gear held up to the elements. The next day we learned the storm had just barely hit us and eventually turned into a tornado not too far from where we were. Today, with only three miles remaining till camp, we heard the most intense thunder and saw clouds beginning to cover our path. Six hours later, we haven’t felt a single raindrop but the thunder has continued to roll around us, tracing circles near our make shift camp. Luck has stayed strong for us in a number of other, non weather related ways, and each time I’m amazed by the magic this trail has granted us.

Since starting the trail we’ve had beautiful black and blue butterflies following us. To me they’re a sign of others watching out for us. They seem to appear whenever we need some hope, help, or are in a sticky situation. I’m way too convinced of a spiritual world to believe they’re merely coincidental.
Aside from luck, the mediocre five (as we’ve dubbed ourselves) have been covering some solid ground since we started hiking Sunday, May 8. We’ve hiked fourteen mile days consistently and have fallen into some good rhythms. When morale is low, Keir helps by singing Norwegian camp songs and post dinner yoga sessions have kept the pain… Well… Less painful than it could be.

The Ozark trail is beautiful, and so incredibly isolated. We’ve only ran into one other person and many locals seemed surprised by what we are doing. This trail seems a little less known which almost mystifies it more for us. The fact that we may be the only thru hikers this month completing the trail is something we’ve found pride in, and the ability to change clothes or go to the bathroom without checking for others is a wonderful thing after hours of hiking.

Well keep you all posted as we go!


2 thoughts on “Ozark entry one

  1. Greg Norman says:

    We went camping throughout the Carolinas, Virginia, West Virginia, Georgia. The Southern rural folk are a strange bunch. We often felt they instinctively classified strangers as freaks. “Why would you want to ride a bike up this hill?” Who in their right mind would hike over that pass?” “Looking for a potato peeler in the store? Don’t you know how to use a pocket knife?” Many responses were in the form of “You yanks are so dumb.” But I’m not from the North East?


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