"Dear Daddy and Mommy,
I know you're both ill right now, and I know almost exactly how it feels. As a reward or consolation (as the case may be) for your suffering, here's that poem I promised:
Sore, abused, bruised.
Tired, swollen, ankles roll-en.
Up and Down,
South and North
I cannot fly,
I must go forth.
Out of your depth
And unable to breathe,
Thousands of feet above the Sea
In the world you can be alone
Surrounded by people
Here, you are so fargone
by that idea,
So far from home,
you wish you were alone.
Where every rock you step on leaves a scar,
and every branch you touch leaves a mark on your soul.
Here, you are always out of time,
because unlike you, this path can never grow old.
Well said, baby, well said.
FYI, we are trying to build support and maybe even get some sponsors to help in the expenses of Chipmunk’s quest to become the youngest solo thru hiker to complete the Appalachian Trail. We could use your help. If you enjoy reading the story of our adventure, and you’d like to send some “Trail Magic” to Chipmunk, click on the“Donate” button at the upper left of today’s blog post. Feel free to forward our website link (or email updates) to your family, friends, co-workers, etc, (www.ridethenation.org). Chipmunk maintains a twitter account: @openlymtngoat where a common hashtag is #GoChipmunk and she can receive
personal messages directly to her email: firstname.lastname@example.org. She or we (email@example.com) will try to answer any questions you may have about her hike and this family adventure.
Thanks again for all your support,
Mama Chip, Papa Chip, Chipmunk and her dog, Chocolate Chip
(Tammy, Jay, Neva and Coco)