I have walked all the way from North Maine to stumble upon my best friend from high school’s college campus. The trail literally follows the streets through the Dartmouth campus and downtown Hanover.
With my phone battery dead, I pulled into a pizza shop to contemplate the issue of not having an address, phone number, or even a phone. With my longest day yet of nearly 24 miles of hiking, you would think I had enough time to think over options on discovering my friend’s address. Yet ten hours since I started and I had not even begun to think of the predicament. All that ran through my mind for ten hours was pizza, ice cream, salad, tap water, and toilets.
So with a thru-hiker special of a free slice of pizza, Ramunto’s Brick and Brew was the obvious choice. So still after a massive quantity of cheese, sauce, dough, and root beer, my best idea was calling my mom on a pay phone to ask her what to do.
I walked around the town for a few minutes and stumbled upon a North face outfitter where a warrantied pair of shoes were waiting for me. Getting ready to leave, I asked an employee if he happened to know where a pay phone in town was. He happily let me borrow the store phone instead and after getting my friend’s parents’ phone number and making an unanswered call to their house, I was thinking of other options.
Packing up the shoes and heading out I thought I might as well ask “You wouldn’t happen to have a Blackberry would you?”
When I heard him say, “actually…” I thought he was messing with me. But he pulled out his Blackberry and I used his battery in my phone to call my friend. “Andrew! Dude! Address?!”
He responded, “You’re in Hanover? Where?” And then said “Stay there!”
I was so happy to see him run through that door. It was just absolutely awesome to hike for that long with no one I could even call an acquaintance to see an old friend.
I have hiked for almost six weeks and yet this little taste of home has been sitting in Hanover this entire time. Telling old stories and remembering bad decisions we made and stupid things we did in high school has helped me see the process I have been through. And the great thing about all this change is that home is still there.
I said early in college that home will never be the same since I left to live somewhere else. I thought that in school but home is in fact always the same. When someone leaves, or pets die, friends move away, traditions change, home is still there. Home is always there because it is not physical. And now that I know that I can carry home with me, not in a tent, not in a shelter, but in the comfort and contentedness created by RVA.
5 thoughts on “Hanover, NH 441.8, 9/30”
Another great post Grayson!
You are a lucky young man to have a home strong enough to bear the burden of being carried anywhere.
I love how people just came through for you. Looks like a little faith goes a long way. That’s something I could learn from.
Amazing! Wish I could be there with you guys. Keep going strong my man.
Sounds like you had a great time hiking the Whites. I have been following your “spot” at the office wishing I was there. One day, before I get too old, I would like to hike the Whites. I just got back yesterday from a 5 day hike with Mark Askin and Patrick Hanes. We went from Harpers Ferry to Thornton Gap. 80 miles in 5 days ain’t too shabby for a bunch of old men. Actually, the two 20 mile days we did whooped our butts. Nevertheless, we had a great time. You will enjoy that section. The “rollercoaster” wasn’t much fun. Not because the climbs were that tough, but because they were so rocky. The highlight of the trip was the Bears Den Hostel. You don’t want to miss it (20 miles south of HF). I would definitely like to try to hook up with you for a day or two when you come through this way. I am sure we would slow you down a bit, though. Best of luck. Sounds like you are doing great! We are all proud of you in the ‘hood!
Man if I could hold that pace for 2000 miles that would be awesome!!! haha I do about the same if not less average miles each day! I guess maybe its a little bit harder when I know I am going to be doing it for months. It gets very very tiring. I have yet to meet anyone who has held 20 miles a day for the trip. Its just too brutal…especially with the whites and south maine to slow us down. Sounds like a fun section you guys did! I can’t even imagine how exciting it is going to be to reach Harper’s ferry.
Now that you are out of the Whites, you gonna cruise. Hope you are feeling better.