Leonard M. Adkins-The Habitual Hiker

"Amidst the greens and the blues of the forest is where I belong and am at the height of my contentment with life."


Celebrating the End of the Journey

... And So It Ends--November 8

During the final week of our Appalachian Trail thru-hike it seemed as if the pathway was purposely trying to provide Laurie, MacAfee of Knob (The Amazing Appalachian Bouncing Dog), and me with a summary of everything we had experienced on the entire journey. The last 77 miles of the trip were filled with waterfall-studded creeks, 3,000-foot gains and loses in elevation, great views, rhododendron-lined trout streams, remote forest glens, open mountain meadows, temperatures cool enough that Mac enjoyed snuggling into the sleeping bag Laurie carried for him, and ample opportunities for quiet, isolated, and scenic campsites.

I always looked forward to restful sunsets at the end of a long day of hiking, and Humpback Rocks in central Virginia treated us to one of the best. Dark clouds covered most of the sky, but the western edge was clear, providing a small window to watch the sun drop below the far ridgelines, painting the entire sky a bright mixture of oranges, yellows, pinks, and reds.

And is there anything more glorious and heartening than a simple sunrise, when that celestial orb rises above the eastern horizon, bringing with it the promise of a fresh day, filled with an infinite number of experiences that we can pick and choose from? We would awaken each morning on the trail a few minutes before sunrise, just as the grainy, gray atmosphere of twilight retreated. New sunrays would shine on the forest, bringing leaves, tree trunks, and underbrush into a sharply defined, three-dimensional focus through the interplay of shadows with light. Our ascent of Punchbowl Mountain was made even more gratifying by the early morningís alpenglow bathing the world in a soft pinkish hue.

Wildflowers had been so abundant throughout the journey that it was impossible to ignore them; some had persisted even into November. Reflecting the golden rays of the sun, black-eyed Susans dotted open meadows, while chicory lined old woods roads, mirroring the cleanliness and clarity of an unclouded sky.

As I stated in my last report, the trail is also a lesson in U.S. history, and our final week took us past still-standing chimneys and long-forgotten cemeteries with crumbling gravestones. A community of freed slaves farmed and inhabited the land around Brown Mountain Creek until the second decade of the 1900s. It was easy to imagine the bustling life that went on here as we walked by old foundations, remnants of stone springhouses, and terraced slopes.

We would never have accomplished this trip if not for total strangers who were willing to drive us into towns so that we could re-supply or invite us into their homes to take showers and enjoy home cooked meals. During this final week it was people we never even met who helped us out. Drought conditions in central Virginia had dried up most of the trailís water supplies, yet we were never thirsty because kind persons had taken it upon themselves to travel many miles to road crossings to leave jugs of water for us hikers.

The final few days of the thru-hike were bittersweet. Sure, there was the knowledge that we had completed the entire Appalachian Trail, but there was also the sadness that the journey was coming to an end. I almost had the strong urge to just continue walking so that I could remain on this pathway that had been such a comfortable home for me for the last eight months.

Virginiaís longest waterway, the James River, marked the end of the trek for us. There was no screaming, running, or shouting as there had been when we had accompanied northbound thru-hikers to the trailís northern terminus on Katahdin in Maine a couple of months ago. There were no cheering crowds to greet us, no fireworks, no band playing a triumphant fanfare. We, however, didnít need any of that. We had the quiet satisfaction that comes to anyone who has followed his or her own set of rules to reach a self-established goal.

Bob and Shell Ellinwood, friends we had met on a previous Appalachian Trail thru-hike, were the only people to meet me, Laurie, and Mac as we stepped out of the woods. Some hugs, a few slaps on backs, final photos, and the journey was over.

The longer I hike and the more I learn about the Appalachian Trail, the more convinced I become that its greatest importance--much more than the recreational opportunities it provides--is its preservation of the natural world from the encroachments and destructions of the modern world (such as the Wintergreen Resort which displaced the trail before it became federally protected in the Blue Ridge Mountains). Because of the A.T., rare lungless salamanders may continue to exist, birds will still be able to use an unbroken forest from Georgia to Maine in which to rest during their annual migrations, certain flowers and plants have been given the protection they need so that one day they may no longer be endangered or threatened, and large mammals, such as bear and moose, now have the extensive tracts of land needed to insure their survival. I firmly believe that our descendants will look upon such things as the true value and legacy of the Appalachian Trail. (Contact the Appalachian Trail Conservancy, www.appalachiantrail.org, if you wish to help this worthy organization continue to maintain the A.T.)

Yes, the Appalachian Trail is located next to the heavy populations of the east coast, so it certainly canít be called a true wilderness. Yet, the protection it provides insures that at least a 2,000-mile strip of land will be left in its wild and natural state. May it stay forever wild.

Leonard M. Adkins has developed a multimedia presentation that depicts a typical thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. Interested schools, groups, corporations, and organizations may reach him at habitualhiker@​verizon.net.

Leonard's Books

As the title says, the only guide you will need to explore America's most visited national park! Winner in the Society of American Travel Writers Eastern Chapter 2015 Writing and Photography Contest.
ĒWe specialize in West Virginia books and books written by West Virginia authors and this is the most thorough guide for exploring the state that I have seen." Trans Allegheny Bookstore
Discover hidden secrets in addition to the well-known destinations
No longer do you have to lug dozens of guidebooks into the field with you. The Appalachian Trail: A Visitor's Companion is all you need. Winner of the Society of American Travel Writers Foundation's Lowell Thomas Travel Journalism Award.
Take you to the very best the Appalachian Trail has to offer
"Adkins' insightful assesments are right on the mark...the historical references and insider's tips made me want to pack my luggage immediately!" Connie Yingling Maryland Office of Tourism Development
"Leonard Adkins has written the essential guide for hiking in Maryland. From the waterfalls of western Maryland to the islands off the coast, Adkins covers the best of the Old Line State." Victoria and Frank Logue, authors of The Appalachian Trail Backpacker
ďGood introduction to the classic hikes... everyone will benefit from the interesting natural details.Ē
--Outdoor Traveler
Wildflowers of the Blue Ridge and Great Smoky Mountains:

ďAdkinsí insights are as stunning and beautiful as the wildflowers themselves. Each detailed description reveals Adkinsí lifelong immersion in the Southern Appalachian landscape. Itís a precise, practical, and powerful guide for novices and experts alike.Ē Blue Ridge Outdoors

  Wildflowers of the Appalachian Trail: Winner of National Outdoor Book Award; ForeWordís Book of the Year; Virginia Literary Award Nomination