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by Jennifer Giddens


                                                             Every morning, just before I could talk myself into sleeping
                                                             another 30 minutes, I would turn the knob on my thermarest
                                                             and  feel  myself  sink  into  my  tent.  I  would  flip  my  head
                                                             over, put my hair into a class 5 messy bun, grab my buff
                                                             and get into ‘hike mode’. I'd pack my pack, break down my
                                                             tent and put it all on my back. I'd untangle my headphones,
                                                             put on my morning tunes, break the wrapper on my pop-tart
                                                             and hike.

         Man would I hike.
         Some days I'd hike from first light to last light, from pastures to interstates, from the tops of old ski resorts into a
         cozy hostel. I'd hike out old frustrations and let new inspirations seep in. Inevitably I’d hike out the old perspec-
         tives and gain new ones.

         I'd laugh in the pouring rain with Mumbles and learn to cube like Buzz. I'd hear about "my buddy Tim" from Tiny
         Tim & have deep conversations over laundry in the basement of some random person's house with Goddess. I'd
         rearrange furniture with Munch & get Waffles to say things just because of his accent. I'd throw that stupid “rock
         on” sign 24/7 because of Bullet Proof (ps still can't stop doing that) & talk Jet Pack into taking siestas under a
         tree. I'd learn new life strategies from Ounce & get daily science lessons from Sixes. I’d try to keep up with some
         super  fast  dude  (Little  Bear)  and  cowboy  camp  under  the  clearest  skies  upon  the  tallest  of  mountains  with
         Smeagol.

         I can never thank the trail enough for what it taught me about myself. I can never thank God enough for allowing
         me to see the world in such a new light & I cannot thank ALL of the people I met on those 2,189 miles for taking
         those same very steps and helping me have the best time of my life.”

                                          My  name  is  Jennifer  Giddens  (known  as  “Squeaks”  on  trail)  and  in  2017  I
                                          hiked the 2,189.1 miles from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mount Katahdin
                                          in Maine. Never in my life did I feel that thru-hiking could have such an impact
                                          on my life. What once was just a bucket-list item, has now become a testament
                                          to who I am.

                                          The  idea  of  hiking  the  Appalachian  Trail
                                          came  to  me  when  I  was  seventeen.  As  do
                                          most people who take interest in the outdoors,
                                          I threw it on my list of things to do. I had just
                                          found  my  interest  in  the  outdoors  and  as  it
                                          grew, I knew I would take on the challenge of
                                          the AT someday.







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