Appalachian Trail Journals

Introducing one of the few Appalachian Trail Journals from 1983!

The 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 journal from 1983. I have read other hikers' trail journals, but left mine unopened for years - until now!

My 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.

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What 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, and 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.

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Background...
I 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 again.

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 what.

This May 15, 2008 marked twenty-five 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 Maine’s tallest mountain - Katahdin.

From the Beginning

Some of the other sites that I take care of include:

The website for the Appalachian Trail Museum Society - atmuseum.org a site dedicated to helping spread the word and initiative to construct a museum about the Appalachian Trail.

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