My first solo hike through Virginia in 1994 got me addicted to the solo long distance hiking. In 1995 at the age of 15, I started hiking two days after high school let out and finished on Katahdin three days before school began. This trip gave me a good feeling trail community which I have come to love. The trip lasted about 2 and a half months and covered around 1200 miles.
"Squirrel" Eating it up at the Church of the Mountain "feed" in Delaware Water Gap, PA.
Taking a break in Massachusetts.
You see strange things on the trail like ducks on mountain tops. This was a pet duck that rode on back of a hiker's pet dog. Sunrise Mt, NJ.
Every day in New York and Massachusetts was above 100 degrees for me. Water was hard to find. I drank straight from this puddle. Yes that is a frog and other bugs.
I can't remember this guys name but we hiked the south half of the presidential range in NH in the morning. After a long break we hiked the northern half at night. That is the almost full moon rising behind the sign.
I hiked on and off with an amazing guy named "herbsman." He knew almost all the wild edible/medicinal plants. Here we are enjoying food that some tourists gave us at Pinkum Notch, NH. By the way I ate Annie's Macaroni and cheese 70 out of the 75 nights that trip
The summit at the end. That's a bagel in my mouth. I was a big bagel fan and must have really missed bagels after 75 days of hiking.
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"Squirrel" Eating it up at the Church of the Mountain
"feed" in Delaware Water Gap, PA.
Taking a break in Massachusetts. 
You see strange things on the trail like ducks on mountain tops.
This was a pet duck that rode on back of a hiker's pet dog. Sunrise
Mt, NJ.
Every day in New York and Massachusetts was above 100 degrees for me.
Water was hard to find. I drank straight from this puddle.
Yes that is a frog and other bugs. 
I can't remember this guys name but we hiked the south half of the
presidential range in NH in the morning. After a long break we hiked
the northern half at night. That is the almost full moon rising
behind the sign.
I hiked on and off with an amazing guy named "herbsman." He knew
almost all the wild edible/medicinal plants. Here we are enjoying
food that some tourists gave us at Pinkum Notch, NH. By the way I ate
Annie's Macaroni and cheese 70 out of the 75 nights that trip
The summit at the end. That's a bagel in my mouth. I was
a big bagel fan and must have really missed bagels after 75 days of
hiking.
