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Jun.28.2021
Looking for that next adventure? If you live on the U.S. east coast, you may not have to look much farther than right in your own backyard.
There is a hiking trail that travels through 16 states, beginning at the Big Cypress National Preserve in Ochopee, Florida, ending some 5,400-miles away in Cape Gaspe’, Canada. It’s a trail that isn’t a trail but rather, a combination of seven east coast long-distance hiking trails that together form the Eastern Continental Trail or ECT.
Only a few hearty souls have made the entire trek on what the Sierra Club calls “a beast of a hike,” but you don’t have to upend your life for a year to experience the beauty and wonder of the trail. Instead, take a day or overnight hike on one of the many trails that make up the ECT – the Florida Trail, Conecuh Trail in Alabama’s Conecuh National Forest, Alabama and Georgia’s Pinhoti Trail, Benton MacKaye Trail in Georgia, the iconic Appalachian Trail (A.T.), an
Wednesday, June 09, 2021 In an undated photo, Benton MacKaye surveys a future section of the Appalachian Trail. Appalachian Trail Conservancy photo
A wall of wind hurtles through the asphalt-covered mountain gap as I exit my car, popping open the trunk to rummage through the sea of stuff for any last-minute additions to the loaded backpack lying atop the mess.
The air is chilly for early May, barely clearing 50, and I’m tired. It’s 4 p.m. on a Friday, the end of a long week made longer by ongoing complications from a home improvement project. I made a point of declaring that, regardless of the circumstances, I would be going backpacking this evening, but if I’m honest with myself, the treadmill of sifting and planning and losing and finding the gear I’d need to make it happen left me wondering if a brief overnight adventure was really worth all the effort.