one of the few online Appalachian Trail Journals from the early
Appalachian Trail, the journey of a lifetime
that is what
many call it. And in many respects I totally agree. But I have no
intention of settling on the fact that this is a once in a lifetime
backpacking trip. I am ready to make the journey again at any time.
I dream of getting back to the trail during the night, and when
my mind wanders throughout the day. The vision of seeing white paint
blazes to guide you to your destination becomes etched in your brain.
Once you have completed such a trip your life is changed dramatically.
While on the Appalachian trail you become used to freedoms that
are just dreams to others, yet you are subjected to conditions along
the trail that can bring your spirits down and influence your decision
to quit at any time. Your outlook on the things that are really
necessary is altered compared to the rest of society after you get
used to living with only what you can carry. Now you can experience
the trail through my Appalachian Trail journals, filled with images
and stories. In particular, my trail journals from 1983 (and now
from 1981 also). I have read other hikers' trail journals, but left
mine unopened for years - until now!
name is Alan Strackeljahn,
but my trail name is Gonzo! I was born and raised on the flatlands
in the town of Highland, Illinois. My interest in the outdoors,
which got me away from the flats, took me to Southern Illinois University
at Carbondale where I became a member of the Shawnee Mountaineers
climbing club. The club exposed me to greater heights, but nothing
taller than 100 feet. I ventured to the Appalachian Trail for that.
I am a descendant of a long line of "hikers", like my
grandmother, who as a senior in highschool in 1929 was an official
member of the Hiking Hobos club.
you are about to read in this online book is a true story taken
from the trail journal that I kept as I hiked the Appalachian Trail
from Georgia to Maine in the year 1983. Left unread for over 15
years, I bring it out now and put it into digital form - with
pictures - to help people visualize what I saw, meet the
people I met, and understand what the Appalachian Trail was like
in that year. I tried not to add anything that I did not remember
as truly happening, so all in all it should be mostly true. I hope
you enjoy each day as much as I did reminiscing while putting it
up. For those of you who are members of the A.T. class of 1983,
or are interested in those who hiked that year don't miss the most
comprehensive hiker yearbook
ever assembled for this or any other year.
thirty years after my first backpacking trip on the Appalachian
Trail, I have the privilage to bring my 1981 Appalachian Trail
Journal to the web to provide readers a glimps into the mind
and adventures of a wanna-be 2000-miler during an age when ultralight
backpacking was virtually unheard of as it is known today. A
year when a double homicide on the A.T. shocked the nation,
and frightened hikers as they made their way North on the footpath
known as the Appalachian Trail.
became aware of the Appalachian Trail sometime during my first year
of college. I remember finding a book in the library written by
Ed Garvey. Garvey's trail journal sparked my imagination. I read
the book with vigor, even though at the time I thought the author
spent too much time talking about food, and how he was welcomed
by strangers and fed wonderful meals. Little did I know that I would
also become one of those who writes about the kindness of strangers
and of the amount of food that thru-hikers can put away at one sitting.
I once saw a guy consume nineteen pieces of pizza! Now that was
an accomplishment I shall never forget!
Influence came from television as well. I remember watching a documentary
on PBS about two guys who hiked, canoed, and swam from somewhere
in Alaska to California and thinking I have to do something
like that". Within two years I had formulated plans to backpack
the 2000 mile Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine passing
through fourteen states along the way. My journey seemed like it
might just become a reality!
I had never been on a backpacking trip up to this point, and now,
in the spring of 1981, I was setting out on my trip of a lifetime.
Beginning in May, I traveled through the Nantahalas of northern
Georgia, named by native Americans to mean land of the noonday
sun since the mountains were so steep the sun only reached
the ground when directly overhead. I waded through undergrowth of
stinging nettles that irritated my bare legs with just a touch.
The trail took me over picturesque balds along the border
between North Carolina and Tennessee. And finally into Virginia
where the hiking difficulty seemed to be leveling out. After seven
hundred miles, and many hardships including the pain of blisters
from ill-fitting boots, I decided to return home, but knew that
I had to return to the trail at a later date to attempt the journey
Two years later in 1983, I was itching to go. Those two years had
given me time to get mentally prepared for what was to come. I pretty
much knew what to expect this time. I had practiced smiling and
being happy when walking in the rain while water penetrated every
part of my body, and collected in my boots as if there was a free
giveaway of money at the bank. I got strange looks from others on
campus as I walked to my classes, without an umbrella, while sporting
the biggest grin I could muster. I set out using a pair of boots
that were already broken in, and in general the experience
of having spent two months on the trail. The biggest factor, I believe,
was my mental attitude that I could complete the trip no matter
This May 15, 2011 marks twenty-eight years since I set out on that
second trip along the Appalachian Trail. For those who like adventure,
I have daily updates following my progress taken from my
trail journal from 1983. Stories of the fun and danger that thru-hikers
face while slipping and sliding down an eroded footpath with up
to fifty pounds on your back just waiting to come down on top of
your head describe what life is like on the Appalachian Trail. Imagine
spending the night with the wild residents of a trail shelter who
are just looking for the necessities of life as we all are. Of course
there is also the daily grind of churning out the miles. These are
just some of the hardships and joy experienced during my trek over
the 2138 miles of knee pounding trail beginning in Georgia and ending
on the summit of Maines tallest mountain - Katahdin. If you
cannot finish the whole trip in one read, use the "What
you missed" link on any journal entry page to take you
to the date where you left off.
..."It was amazing reading your trail journal. I've been
inspired to hike the A.T. since I was ten years old when I went
on my first three-day hike on it. I've never really known where
to start planning for the hike, only getting tid-bits here and there,
but after reading your journal I now have a clear and set path before
me. Your journal is a very detailed valuable tool for anyone thinking
about hiking the A.T."___ -Julie
..."I have really enjoyed reading about your adventure. Your
story has inspired me. I set in a cubical in down town Atlanta and
keep your site booked marked so when things seem to close in on
me I open your site and read a page or two. It really seems to help."
..."I stumbled across your website a few days ago and started
reading your AT diary. I can't get enough for some reason. ... I
feel like I'm part of it and it's a very entertaining read."
..."It is one of the most complete and detailed journals
that I have read, and I have definitely read many."
... "I am a 71 year old grandma. I found your journal
online and am reading it a few pages a day. I really look forward
to it. I envy you the trip. It seems like something I would like.
I live in PA and very close to Moyers Grove Campground where you
stayed. I wish you well and thank you for sharing your experience
with me." ___-Carol
..."story about your hike in 1983 inspired me to do the
same in 2006." ___-Arius
..."I enjoyed reading your journal and picked up a lot
of useful information from it." ___-Pete
..."I have read every syllable that you have written about
your 1983 hike and I am absolutely without words. Congratulations,
Sir!! You are "The Man"!! ___-
read the mouse in the face entry. I haven't laughed that hard in
a long time! And I can't believe I drank that much beer! Is that
accurate? What a hoot! ___-
..."I'm really enjoying your journals from the Appalachian
Trail. They are good enough to sell through Kindle. Thanks,"
..."I read your whole Appalachian Trail story. Could not
stop reading. Hope to walk it one day as well." ___
- Gerben from The Netherlands.
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of the other sites that I take care of include:
website for the Appalachian Trail Museum Society - atmuseum.org
a site dedicated to helping spread the word and initiative to maintain
the Museum about the Appalachian Trail in Garners, Pennsylvania.
you are hungry and you live near Collinsville, Illinois - check
out the Oatman
Haus German Restaurant - My friends' restaurant.
you are interested in carving, especially as in carving Santos in
Puerto Rico, check out this site: Ruben's
Wood Carving - My first Mentors' new website. My second mentor's
site is at IsaacLaboy.com
another one of Puerto Rico's master carvers.