Day 125 on the Appalachian Trail Miles Hiked to Date: 1316 Hiked yesterday: 15 Trail Miles, Miles left to hike: 867
I reminded her to watch for the Hike For Mental Health members who said they would meet up with her on the trail and asked her to text me when they all connected. After a nice hug and a kiss I yelled "I love you. Be careful." Then I watched her as she headed into the woods again.
At first, I thought he may have mistaken me for Jennifer Lopez; was a fan just wanting to show his loyalty, etc. Then I realized it ... I'M IN JERSEY! LAND OF PROFESSIONALLY PUMPED GAS! I'm a Jersey girl and have never accepted the rest of our country's obsession with pumping their own fuel. I wondered again how the state of NJ not only pumps your gas but also usually sells it lower than its neighboring states. I have a love/hate relationship with my home state but I appreciate having my gas pumped for me. I also appreciate that many people have jobs here pumping gas because NJ refuses to go self-serve. Every time I pump gas in the rain, cold, snow, unbearable heat of Florida ... I think wistfully about my home state. Go, Jersey! (FYI, there is no proof that the gentleman pumping my gas didn't mistake me for J-Lo.) (Also ... yes, Papa Chip ... I know. It's Diesel, not gas. Don't worry, I've caught myself every time before putting the wrong stuff in the tank.)
Hey, look closely ... I think Doinit was carrying a mini-Chipmunk in his backpack. Don't be embarrassed, Tom. Even Chipmunk carries a mini "guy" on her pack ... see below.
Word has it there's also some video footage. If I'm able to figure out how to post it here, I will. If not, I'll get a link to the hikeformentalhealth.org page with the video on it when it's published and then put it on a future blog.
Look at the smile on Twinkle Toes face ... kinda looks like she knows the "key to happiness" in life, doesn't it? Well, although that is important ... the keys to the car might actually be more helpful. oooohhhh! Snap!
Once it was confirmed that Twinkle Toes had left her keys behind at Mona's house, we came up with a new plan: We'd all pile into the Chip Mobile, drive to Mona's, get the keys to her car (which was at the trailhead where they ended), grab a bite to eat and just plain relax. That sounded good to me!
NOTE, Chipmunk: People will do anything to score a ride in the Chip Mobile!
FYI, this is not "aqua-blazing" since the AT doesn't cross this waterway ... this is just plain "perfect-blazing".
Thanks to Mona for taking Chipmunk "under her wing"; to Wendy for being fun for Chipmunk to mon"KEY" around with and to Tom, for knowing that life goes on even after your butt implants deflate! (Trust me, I think many a man's butt implants have deflated!) Thanks also to the three of you for some great trail pics! It gave me insight into Chipmunk's hiking day and made me feel like I was right there with all of you.
After a yummy dinner out (thanks again, Tom!), Chipmunk, Twinkle Toes and I headed back to the trailhead where Wendy's car was waiting. We had some nice hugs and good night wishes before Chipmunk and I fell asleep quickly in our bunks. FYI, word has it that Chipmunk might meet up with another Hike for Mental Health member during tomorrow's hike. Sweet! I like these folks!
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 right corner of today’s blog post. Chipmunk maintains a twitter account: @openlymtngoat where a common hashtag is #GoChipmunk . She (or we) 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)