Mt Katahdin at the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail in Maine

(note: all photos shot on my older iPhone 7)

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Intro: the ultimate challenge

When my work contract ended in April, it was perfect timing for me to put my stuff into storage and attempt what I had been planning for at least a few years now: see how much of the Appalachian Trail (AT) I could hike - a sort of challenge for myself to see how far I could go before giving up mentally or physically.

I had been car camping and day hiking before, but never backpacking - this would be my very first time.

What is the Appalachian Trail?

The Appalachian Trail is a hiking path that roughly follows the Appalachian mountain range through 14 states on the east coast of the United States, spanning from Georgia in the south to Maine in the north.

The longest roller coaster

The construction of the trail was completed in 1937, and the trail itself and continues to change every year, as parts are improved and diverted. This year it is roughly 2,200 miles long, and it takes the average hiker around six months to complete.

The trail length only tells some of the story. As for the other dimension, height, the AT ascends and descends vertically 89 miles. Which means that a successful AT through hike is equivalent to hiking the elevation of Everest about 16 times!

Types of Trail

It turns out that not all miles are created equal, even if they share the same length and elevation gain and loss. Depending on the type of terrain, one mile on the AT can take anywhere from 15-20 minutes to several hours (the latter number care of the “longest mile” in southern Maine called Mahoosec Notch).

The AT is a really varied trail passing through over 2000 miles of terrain, and there is no one way to describe it. It comes in various forms, and various levels of difficulty. Here I've ranked them roughly into levels of increasing difficulty:

Forest path near Falls Village, Connecticut

Most folks start at the southern terminus in Georgia and work their way up to Maine (aka Northbounders or NOBOs), but alternatively it can also be hiked southbound (aka SOBOs) and even as a “flip-flip”, where hikers start somewhere in the middle, hike to a terminus, and then “flip” back to the middle and hike to the opposite terminus. I chose this latter method mostly to avoid the crowds in general - what they call “bubbles” of hikers on the trail. Avoiding these bubbles would also mean likely avoiding norovirus outbreaks which occur in heavily-used areas of the trail.

Folks who complete the entire AT in one year are called “thru-hikers”. Unfortunately it turns out I don't have what it takes to be a thru-hiker. But I successfully hiked from Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, to Baxter State Park, Maine - a distance of over 1100 miles, and just over half the trail. (Harper's Ferry is at roughly mile 1025, and Katahdin is roughly at mile 2190, which means I hiked 1165 miles.. not too shabby!). I started on April 7 and summitted Katahdin on September 19 - with a month off in between, and lots of “zero mile” days.

My trail name started as Kierkegaard - my favorite philosopher - but was too obscure for most folks, so I soon evolved it into simply “Philosopher”. Somewhat apt since my undergrad degree is in Philosophy!

Local philosopher hikes ten states with two feet, ten toes

I walked through a total of 10 US states on my hike, many of which I was visiting for the first time.

It turns out that when you walk through these states in slow motion rather than flying over them or driving through them, you tend to remember them better. To evidence that, I correctly wrote out the following state headings in order!

Here's some things that stand out from these states as I write this now. And of course you can see preference for recency, as the northermost states are still freshest in my memory.

West Virginia

In early April I took a few days to enjoy spring in Washington DC, then conveniently hopped on a train to Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, which is the unofficial midpoint of the AT. Midday I registered my hike at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy Office there and chatted with the super friendly folks before starting my hike mid-afternoon.

My time in West Virginia was super short. I hiked probably less than a mile from town before I crossed the bridge and suddenly entered the second state of my hike.


I don't remember much of Maryland, except that it was the only state I visited that had bear poles from which to hang bear bags from. The idea is that you put all your food and smellables in there to keep it out of reach of bears and other critters, so they won't bug you in your tent.

I also remember some firsts - the first big climb up to the Weverton Cliffs, where I was easily winded and had to take multiple breaks as my body was getting used to hiking with a pack. I remember the first shelter - Ed Garvey shelter, not that far away from where I started that first afternoon. I wasn't yet comfortable with sleeping with other people (strangers!) in shelters, so I setup my tent nearby that evening, giving myself plenty of daylight to figure out mundane chores to wind down the day, things which would soon become automatic.

I remember seeing another hiker there in the morning - an older man in his 60s named Piper - who I would see at the next shelter, then briefly the day after that, then never again. So it goes with most AT interactions.

I remember packing up my tent in the morning with almost a sentimental tear in my eye - the campsite that had served me well for one night. Never to be seen again.


Pennslyvania (“Rockslyvania”)

Mist lifting out of the Delaware river basin in Worthington State Forest, near Delaware Water Gap, Pennslyvania

I crossed into Pennslyvania state and stayed at my first trail down, Waynesboro. I remember feeling so accomplished after some 30 or so miles. The people there at a bar wished me luck, but kind of chuckled and reminded me that I was only just getting started…

The colloquial name for this state is “Rockslyvania”, which I first saw scribbled in a trail log at the Mason-Dixon line at the border crossing into PA. I really didn't notice the annoying rocks until eastern PA. By then I was literally cursing at the rocks out of annoyance. Every single step had to be carefully thought out in advance, with my head looking down and then looking up occasionally to spot the white blazes on trees, showing the path forward, then down again to plot out my next steps.

New Jersey

Bog bridges in Pochuk Mountain State Park, New Jersey. Garden State!

People laugh that this state is referred to as “The Garden State”, but it really is an apt name, at least for the sections along the AT. I was most surprised by the beautiful nature around here. Maybe out of my surprise I kept this in the back of my mind as my favorite state so far, at least until I reached Vermont.

In my memory, this is where the bog bridges started. The types of trails were always changing and keeping me guessing…

This was also the start of the “deli section”, where you would conveniently come upon great delis near the trail almost every day.

New York

Peering through the trees at someone's prized estate in East Fishkill, New York.

This state was surprisingly challenging in a lot of places. Little did I know, this was a sneak preview for the sheer rock faces I would climb over and over again farther north in New England, grabbing onto trees and roots to lift myself up.

I remember scrambling up bare rock faces, sometimes very carefully in the rain. I remember slipping and falling a lot because of the constant rain. I'm pretty sure this is where I sustained some injuries to my knees - one which broke open my pant leg but thankfully no skin. The falls here are likely the reason I had issues with my knees later, part of the reason I took a month off the trail.

I remember hiking with Wrong Way for a bit; I remember us seeing the far-away stick buildings of New York City pointing up out of the earth miles away.


I loved the well-maintained trails, campgrounds, and shelters here. Also liked that this continued through the deli section.

Bear boxes at every campsite! This saved a lot of time trying to hang a bear bag.


Cows grazing very near the AT, just after a road crossing with an awesome refrigerated trail stand (payments on the honor system). (Tyringham, Massachusetts)

More well-maintained trails, campgrounds, and shelters.

My knees were getting pretty bad at this point. I decided to take a month off in June to help out my folks as they moved across the country from LA to the east coast, and I also used the opportunity to let my poor knees recover.

When I flew back a month later, the first day or two had my knees hurting worse than ever, readjusting to the pain. I was almost in despair, thinking that they wouldn't recover enough for me to resume my hike, and that my flight back had been a waste of money (and worse, that I'd have to re-enter the “real world” sooner than I expected). I babied my knees and gave my legs themselves a bit more time to readjust, making only slow progress on sub-10 mile days.

Vermont (“Vermud”)

Amazing thick fern forest in Killington, Vermont

The nickname for Vermont is “Vermud”, and there was plenty of mud to be sure, but for my hike and my timing I think the mud in Maine was way worse.

I really liked the Christmas-tree scented pines and greenery of Vermont, my favorite state on my entire half-hike. But sadly I had to bid farewell to the nice shelters with bear boxes, and the convenient on-trail delis. On the other hand, with the vanishing conveniences offered by the close proximity to highways and towns came an increasing remoteness and quietness. Gone were the far-away sounds of highways and farming equipment. Only the occasional plane flew overhead while walking through the Green Mountains. Other than that only the sound of birds could be heard over my own footsteps.

The Green Mountains were wonderful and rugged, with a fair bit of blowdown on the trail - trees that had been toppled recently, forcing hikers over, under, or around them. The entire area was probably the most remote and least populated with hikers than any other section on my hike, even the supposedly remote 100 Mile Wilderness in Maine.

The entire trail was walled in by greenery, even when reaching mountain peaks. A few of these peaks offered fire towers to climb up and get a better view above the trees. I only made it partway up one of those towers before getting too shaky and slowly and safely making my way back down…

New Hampshire

Sunset above treeline, looking toward Mt Eisenhower (White Mountains, New Hampshire)

An infamous state on the AT, home to the challenging White Mountain National Forest, those rocky giants with all their beauty and challenge. I found the hardest parts were just to the west and east of the White Mountains - Kinsman Mountain in the west and the Wildcats in the east. It seems these regions are a bit more neglected because they're out of range of the moneymaking hut system further inside the park.

Vertical rock climbing in the Wildcats. This spot in particular was definitely one of the most challenging parts of the AT for me, if not the hardest.

I remember the Wildcats in particular. One part of the ascent was particularly technical - an impossible vertical climb up a rock slab. I saw two paths up, and both made me shaky. On the left was rock with no footholds or handholds, just sheer rock face at a steep angle. But clearly there was wear on the top of the rock, made by more intrepid hikers that came before me. I wasn't confident about that route - I just imagined me stepping up and immediately losing balance and falling backwards, or immediately losing balance and falling forwards and then sliding down off the rock, my carcass falling onto the terrain below.

On the right was some sort of high rock steps wedged between two boulders (rock and a hard place?), with the first step impossible to climb up on. I pushed myself up and was dangling in midair, looking vainly for the next hold. I started losing grip and knew I would fall down if I didn't get off fast.

I was trembling…

I abandoned that attempt and backed out. Somehow made my way down, then sat a while, contemplating whether or not I should simply turn back. But the descent scared me even more, forcing me forward. Somehow I found a way to wedge myself between the rocks on the right with no good footholds, pushing myself up ridiculously like the nonclimber I am. And finally I pitifully climbed up to that first makeshift rock step, pushing up myself on my knees with a lot of my upper body strength…

That surely was a full body workout - I remember my arms being as tired as my legs for quite a while after that. But I wasn't in the clear yet…


View of the lakes of Maine from the Bigelow mountain range

"No pain, no rain, no Maine”

-Hiker saying

Definitely the state with my favorite views! Can't beat wide open wilderness with lakes, greenery, and mountains. I was really missing my good camera up here on these peaks.

The dreaded Mahoosec Trail proved I wasn't out of the woods yet after the Whites.

Somehow I thought things would get easier, but this was definitely still part of the hard section of the AT. Mahoosec Notch, the “slowest mile of the AT” was luckily more fun than challenging, but still scary. After reaching Mt Success the trail seemed to leave behind the “crazy insane mode” of the Whites and Southern Maine, and the trail became more and more normal as it got into territory managed by the M.A.T.C. (Maine Appalachian Trail Club). Of course there were a few surprise bouldering sections here and there, just to keep me on my toes (and climbing with my hands).

The trail still went up and down mountains, but with less and less technical skills needed to get up and down thankfully. Finally I got to Monson, the last trail town, and prepared for the 100 mile wilderness. The first half of the wilderness had two big mountain ranges to get through, and the second half was a joyous breeze, finally casting me out of the wilderness and onto Abol Bridge, just at the foot of the famous Mt Katahdin. I finally summitted in mid-September - a very slow run compared to most hikers, but I did it. I felt like I was finally getting into proper shape and doing decent mileage on easier terrain, and getting into the groove of things, ready to keep going. Until I summitted Mt Katahdin, and then my hike was at a sudden end.

I had decided not to “flip” back down to West Virginia and continue south for this year. I'm looking forward to doing that easier southern half some other year!

On the day of my Mt Katahdin summit I was appreciating the light of the new day - the last day - and had something vaguely poetic running through my head:

The sun is rising, and with it the long shadows are getting shorter and brighter.

The specter of real life creeping in, casting its long dark shadows over my thoughts.

Trail lingo

White blazes directing hikers to the left, with a blossoming cherry tree in the background (Maryland's Washington Monument State Park)


I'm not mentioning any particular brands here purposefully, as the internet is already bombarded with not only narcissistic self-promotion but also brand promotion.

I grew to despise “gear talk” on the trail, but when getting prepared for hiking this was something essential to focus on.

In particular, the “base weight” - the total weight gear, not including worn clothing or food. Some folks obsess about the tiniest ounces, sometimes even going to extremes like cutting off the handle to their toothbrush or taking their floss out of its nonessential plastic container (and then using a pocket knife to cut the floss I suppose?). It was clear I would not be ultralight, but it still helped to keep things light and minimalistic when possible.

I splurged for some ultralight essentials such as my sleeping quilt and tent, but decided not to pay the premium for an ultralight pack, instead opting for a traditional 65 liter nylon pack which weighed some 4-5 pounds just by itself. This was also my first time backpacking, and I was half-convinced I would quit the first or second week on the trail, so I didn't want to pay extra for something I may only use less than a month. I had also read that the ultralight backpacks weren't as durable as the traditional nylon backpacks, which may be able to survive multiple thru-hikes if well-cared for. I didn't want to start to see the pack start to fall apart in random places during my hike, when I'd want to focus on more important things, like not dying. Durability was a nice enticing factor.

Surprisingly I did a pretty good job picking out my gear and sticking with most of it. I am not sure it's worth a separate post, as the internet is full of that sort of thing already, and different things work differently with folks with varying preferences…

Social Interactions

The AT is the most social of America's long-distance trails. But it is still a place where people seek solitude and peace. Somehow we all have to deal with each other.

On-trail hiker interactions

For the most part, a lot of hiker interactions are surface-level polite and pleasant. Folks have to put up with each other in shelters in particular, and usually they have better things to worry about than to create drama. That being said, there is sometimes drama… But for the most part, when you see people frowning at you or with a negative attitude, it's usually a day hiker (you can tell who they are by their gear, their flowery scent which as a long-distance hiker you can smell far away, and their level of dirtiness).

I think thru hikers bonded better than day hikers because we were all struggling towards a common goal. In life people struggle towards disparate goals which sometimes coincide: marriage, children, a house, a nice car. But the AT goal is not as materialistic - it is simply to reach a common goal - Katahdin. And each day's mileage brings us closer to that big goal. We were all going through the same struggle, just like schoolkids.

My advice for asocial hikers such as myself who seek solitude is to simply avoid “hiker honeypots”:

Sometimes these places can be enjoyed just by hiking 100 feet away. For instance, hike to a shelter for the convenience of water and a privy, but setup a tent far away from the actual shelter itself. Or when reaching a mountain peak and wanting to snack and take in the view, simply find a place just off the peak. This worked surprisingly well even in crowded places like the tops of peaks on Franconia Ridge in the White Mountains.

Social media

More and more, social media has been playing into the AT journey. Many folks follow YouTubers who vlog their journey day by day, becoming mini-celebrities. There were a few cases where trail angels (who helped hikers) sometimes tracked these mini-celebrities and were setting up their trail magic location in order to meet the celebrities. This seemed really strange to me, but hey, they shared their food with noncelebrities like me, so I guess I can't complain too much.

The in-you-face vlogging style is pretty stale by this point. I did keep up a sort of vlog in a different style, never showing my face, but instead sort of narrating over what I thought were interesting views into trail life. I made these mostly for myself, so I could remember highlights of the trail and remember my own thoughts at the time.

Here's the first video of my AT video series for folks who are interested:

Low points

Not everything is fun on the trail. Here's some notable low points to balance out all the positive fluff.

Advice to myself for avoiding the AT rat race: steer clear of numbers

I found that many of the 20-somethings were in rat race mode, perhaps because they hadn't yet experienced life's true rat race and saw no reason to escape from it. As such, they were obsessed with doing X number of miles, keeping up a certain mileage, etc.

As a slow hiker and as someone no longer in their 20s, it was really hard not to let this upset my morale. There is a certain saying - “Hike your own hike” - but it's very hard not to get discouraged when it seems every hiker is passing you by. Especially when I started in the middle of the AT and was initially getting passed by mostly just-retired older men much older than me, in way better shape. (Wrong Way joked that they were trying to finish the AT before they dropped dead, which may actually be a half-truth).

My general advice to avoid the AT's own rat race is to avoid numbers in all forms and units. Learn to identify questions like the following, and not let them upset you:

General life lessons learned on the Appalachian Trail

Yours truly standing at the top of Mt Katahdin
Yours truly standing at the top of Mt Katahdin