The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some
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Walking with Spring

More than sixty years ago, a crazy man named Earl V. Shaffer spent just over 4 months of his life walking the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. Years later he wrote a book about it, entitled Walking with Spring.  This man became an icon in the AT world, and inspired hundreds more people to undertake the same journey.

I thru-hiked the AT in 1999, but just recently read Shaffer's first book, which was published commercially in 1983 by the Appalachian Trail Conference.  I have long heard about Earl Shaffer, being that he is a trail legend and all, and after finding a very old copy of the book at a book sale recently, I dove right in. 

I won't spend my time here detailing the AT, or what it is like to walk it, but I will tell you that it is an adventure. In 1948 the very recently developed 2050 mile trail across the Appalachian Mountains had been completed, and Shaffer headed out to find some solitude in the woods. What struck me most in reading this account, was how different his experience was from my own. He was truly on his own. There were no published maps, no trail community to slide into, and no one's previous experience to help him plan. The AT that Shaffer hiked was rough, rustic, and much more challenging, in the outdoorsman kind of way, than the one I hiked. 

Shaffer's book is written about as roughly as the AT route is.  He clearly took bits from his trail journal, pieced together his memory, and typed it onto a page in whatever order it came to him. His writing jumps all over the place in any given chapter, of which there is one for each of the states the trail passes through. The logic of the book is based solely on the chronological and navigational order of his experience.  There are few other ways to tell a thru-hike story. 

What is captured, when you wade through the words, is the essence of what a thru-hike once was.  And if you can forgive the author his amateur writing, there is real joy in the telling. Shaffer describes people he meets with honesty and reality, and often with a laugh.  He talks of the day to day minutia of walking and how that affects his being, his mind, his soul. He tells of the hard trail conditions, the nights slept out in a rainstorm, and the extra miles trekked to simply find his way along the right route. As he does all this, the reader gets pulled along in amazement of the man's fortitude and strength of perseverance. Most of us would have gone home right at the start. But as he was compelled to keep on walking, we are compelled to keep reading.

It's a simple book, about a truly simple existence. But Shaffer was a pioneer in the AT world and an amazing one at that. He thru-hiked the AT two more times in his life, and published another book. I don't think you have to have a prior affection for the Appalachian Trail to enjoy and appreciate this book, but if you do, Shaffer's story will remind you just how much you love the trail.
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