On April 11, 2002, Nomad departed from the lighthouse at Cape Hatteras, North Carolina, bound for San Diego, California. As he left Cape Hatteras he headed for DC, and from there he went up the Mt. Vernon Trail and connected with the C&O Towpath in Georgetown. He then continued on to Harpers Ferry, winding his way westward.
Nomad reached the beginning of the Santa Fe National Historic Trail Saturday, July 20th at Arrow Rock, Missouri. It took 80 days and nearly 1700 miles to get to that point. Some 40 days and 870 miles later, he stood at the old Mission of San Miguel in the heart of Santa Fe, New Mexico.
On Saturday, November 9th, at Old Point Loma Lighthouse, overlooking the Pacific at Cabrillo National Monument in San Diego, California, Odyssey 2002, “From Sea to Shining Sea” was successfully concluded–a trek that covered 3,524 miles and 159 days.
America the Beautiful
Well, the old axiom is certainly true—you can take the boy out of the country, and oh yes; you can take him out of the woods, too. Ahh, but from that day forth and forevermore, is the adventuresome spirit deep in the heart of that lad ever truly far away! And so it was surely destined to be…that the old Nomad would venture forth again, returning to the country and the woods, back to that mysterious, ever-winding, far-off trail. For on June 3rd, National Trails Day, even earlier perhaps if the ice goes off the tundra in those mystic, far-away Chic Chocs, will he be standing in the sea at the base of the spectacular Cliffs of Forillon, Cap Gaspé, Quebec Province Canada. From there will begin an incredible journey: “Odyssey 2000,” a trek o’er the backbone of the entire Appalachian Mountain Range from the Gulf of St. Lawrence where the most-ancient of the Appalachians plunge dramatically to the sea, thence, and from there, way down south to near Porter Gap, where these venerable old mountains spend their winter in Alabama. This trek would be the first recorded southbound thru-hike o’er these ancient and spiritual mountains.
At the end of his intended trek, Nomad learned that he hadn’t actually hiked the entire Appalachian Mountains. Friends pointed out to him that the Long Range Mountains of Newfoundland are actually a part of the Appalachian Mountain range. Not being one to leave things undone and itching for new ground to stomp, Nomad later flew to Newfoundland. He then put a new feather in his cap as the first to hike ALL of the Appalachians, as he completed the journey through the Long Range of Newfoundland.
You Gave Me a Mountain
On New Years, the Nomad departed on the Florida National Scenic Trail from the Big Cypress National Preserve, near the Miccosukee Indian Reservation, deep in the Florida Everglades; bound for the AT and Baxter Peak, Maine, some 3,400 trail miles and nine months north, across sixteen states and most the entire eastern North American Continent!
Note: The map below is from 1998 and no longer shows the accepted route.
But why did he go? Indeed, what is it that lures the long distance hiker to “shoulder his gear” and “be hittin’ the trail?” What is it that beckons and draws us from our loved ones and from the comfort and safety of our homes to head off in all directions “long gone,” into the rain and the cold and dark and unknown?
There’s a trail way up yonder I’m preparin’ to hike,
It has no beginning or end,
But, awaitin’ that journey, ol’ AT and I’ll be…,
A’chasin’ rainbows ’round the next bend.
The Nimblewill Nomad had long marveled at the accomplishments of the likes of Earl Shaffer, Gene Epsy, Warren Doyle, Grandma Gatewood and Dorothy Hansen. They all thru-hiked the AT. The book entitled Walking with Spring, written by Earl Shaffer in 1981, is a truly inspirational account of the first recorded AT thru-hike.
The fact that Crazy One (as Earl is known to his friends on the trail) enjoyed the ’48 spring season longer than anyone else on the continent…by simply walking along the show, is absolutely intriguing! For you to see, by hiking north at the customary rate of 15-20 miles/day and departing Springer Mountain in early April, one progresses at about the same rate as the changing tilt of the earth-to-sun moves the spring season north, with spring lingering with you to finally bid farewell and move on somewhere in Virginia. But, spring starts much earlier the farther south you go; so does not the hand of this fair maiden belong to the suitor who begins hiking the earliest in the year and the farthest to the South? Indeed it does!
The Nimblewill Nomad, during the “Odyssesy of ’98”, claimed the longest courtship with this beautiful showy maiden, having been in her company longer than any other person in the USA! Is not a hike of this nature a delightful, frolicking affair? DO you not envy one who has, by his ever-presence, indulged and flooded his senses with the explosion of color in every shade and hue, with the fragrance of the dainty flowers in bloom, with the returning songbirds glad and cheerful voices and the slow, gently increasing caress of the bright warm sun on his face? So as Crazy One, fifty years ago; having thru-hiked the AT, and having been long faithful, did take the hand of “The Spring of ’48”; so, the Nimblewill Nomad having also been long faithful in like fashion, took the hand of “The Spring of ’98.”
Somewhere Over the Rainbow