Katahdin
I finished. I summited. It feels surreal, and now that it's over it's as if it never happened. I summited the final mountain on August 7, meaning I walked 2,189.2 miles (plus many side trails) in four months and 16 days (139 days). I was hiker number 195 to register at the base of Katahdin, of all the northbound thru hikers this year. I woke up in camp at 5, and my friends and I all packed up and ate and left by 6, hoping to take advantage of good weather. We were all nervous and excited, but it still hadn't set in that it was actually happening, after months of working for it and dreaming. We were climbing Katahdin, but it felt like some regular day in the Whites. There were five of us; South Pole, Sugar Magnolia, Uphill, Wookie, and I, and we laughed and joked our way up the mountain, making inside jokes and eagle calls and yelling animal noises, because why not? It isn't often you find yourself in a situation where it is acceptable to hoot like a gorilla at the ...
