The AT was, except for that fight with the injury, a fantastic time all-around. I've looked back on my (handwritten) journals and realized that almost every day was a good day where fun and memorable things happened, with fun and memorable friends. Hiking is so simple, and it is such a rich experience of human nature and, you know, Nature nature, that for now I find it hard to accept any other expenditure of my own time. I'm lucky to have a girlfriend who understands this and is not only letting me go off to do it again on the PCT, but is actively supporting my escapism by being my food and maildrop coordinator, which is pretty time-consuming and skilled labor.
Like it's done for many other people, the AT got me hopelessly addicted to long-distance hiking. Here are some selected images from that journey. More pictures exist in these two facebook albums.