Okay, it isn’t quite the end. I still have five more days to walk the Natchez Trace. Eighty-four miles. It’s not the end of the road.
But.
Friday marked an end of sorts. It was probably the last day I walked 15 miles alone. After day-after-day-after-day of birds, of cars, of the whisper of leaves and the cackle of squirrels, of the noise of my own mind……after thinking I would never be through the swamps of Mississippi…..that I would not endure the climb into Tennessee……..here I am.
Near the end.
I took my time on Friday. Dragged it out. I climbed down to a creek and listened to the water run over rock. I walked through the remains of a muddy cornfield to stand in another field of daffodils. I marveled at an abandoned hornets nest, high up in a tree. I relished every sound, every nuance I could only glean by walking.
At every bend in the tarmac, I listened. I watched. I breathed.
Meriwether Lewis traveled the trail I’m on. He saw the same natural cairn of rock. Heard the call of the crow. Maybe he walked his horse up the same big hill I climbed. Whatever the state of his mind as he approached Grinder’s Stand, I hope he saw the world the way I did yesterday. Light and shadow. Earth and water.
A gorgeous place.
When we take the time to look.
Click here to see the best photos from Day 28 of my Natchez Trace 444-mile walk:Â Andra Watkins Tumblr
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Sounds as if this might have been the most incredible, BEST day yet; and: http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=John-Crawford&lc=6724&pid=170406625&mid=5910497
These last few miles are simply some of the icing on the cake!! 🙂
These last few miles are possibly the roughest, though. Lots of big hills to climb. I don’t like to drive the road in advance of walking it, but yesterday I had to. Big hill tomorrow.
You just gave MTM an idea! LOL! Having gone on a walk yesterday afternoon, I felt the light and shadow, earth and water – in a different part of the country. It’s absolutely wonderful to engage the senses in the outdoors and take the time to embrace it. You’re almost there, Andra, keep walking!
Thanks, Mary. Glad you had your own experience with the outdoors……and I hope you weren’t freezing.
No freezing. This weekend is in the 40’s and 50’s…like summer considering the winter we’ve had.
We promise to walk quietly . . . at least part of the time. 😉
You’d better not be quiet. 🙂 I am counting on some awesome conversation.
That was NOT the right link — sorry — means something to me and several others, but was an OOPS here. Should have been this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljdAYTH5QSY&feature=kp
I love it. 🙂
it’s my loss that i’ve not been tagging along for this natchez-trace walk! i’m there in spirit and look forward to retracing your steps!
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I hope you enjoy the journey.
Andra, I wish you all the best in these last few days. I did enjoy the book and told my friends about it on FB. Be well! 🙂
Thanks, Carolyn. Every mention helps this book find an audience. It means a lot to me.
I’m glad you’ll have company. But more than that, I’m glad you’ll be the first person to have walked the Natchez Trace!
I have great respect for the boatmen, the Kaintucks who did this way back when, sometimes year after year.
Very similar thoughts this morning, but I’m not walking. (Well, I did walk up to the road and get the paper.) The birds seemed really happy this morning.
Walking up the road to get the paper counts, Jim.
You’ve walked more than I have today. 🙂
Awesomesauce! You now will have company and it does my heart good knowing that you embrace it all. You wrap your arms around your journey and squeeze every bit of life out of it.
I plan to do just that, Lori. Every bit of this has been precious.
Never had any doubt you would finish this entire thing – not in your nature to quit or give up – but I am still impressed. Such an inspiring friend.
I had my doubts. Several times. This has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but the hardest things are the things that are worth doing. They help us wring the most out of life.
You rock. Period. You just rock.
I agree with you Carnell!
That’s a very slippery slope – to start agreeing with me.
Ha!
I’ve google earthed where you are… Nice! Lucky you!
The Tennessee Trace is really pretty, Juan.
I followed as best I could thru Google Earth.. Too bad you somehow didn’t incorporate that tool in your walk.. If you ever head to Oregon via the Oregon Trail use this excellent tool:) but what do I know!
The map links to where I am are actually embedded into my calendar. Somewhere along the way, I think they got broken, but initially, they worked.
There are actually a number of things I’ll do differently if I ever do something like this again, but they will all require more staff than I’ve had this time around. 🙂 For this, it’s just been MTM, Rowe and me.
Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, even if the sun don’t shine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line
The Traveling Wilburys
Your song is better than mine.
I love that song Robert!
It is a great one, isn’t it.
Reblogged this on The Quotidian Hudson and commented:
“Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, even if the sun don’t shine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line”
The Traveling Wilburys
Thanks for the reblog, Robert. You’ve got more than double the shares of anyone else right now.
To the person who stated that you are the first person to have walked the Natchez Trace, I suggest a history lesson, perhaps? Not trying to be mean or sarcastic, just the hilarity of the comment struck me!
What marathon will you try next?
You are soooooo close. Warrior!
It’s bittersweet………just like Merry said life could be.
That’s how I felt as Dec 31st rolled in. I wondered what next?
“I relished every sound, every nuance I could only glean by walking. At every bend in the tarmac, I listened. I watched. I breathed.” Very nice. So often we DON”T see those things, and miss out on the wonder of the world. And then the bittersweet of the approaching finish; relief and regret mixed into a Gordian knot of emotion.
You go girl!
It really is a mix of relief and regret, Jeff. I’m sure that will only intensify as the remaining days roll by.
What Michael Carnell said. You rock. You are an inspiration. Sure, you’ve had your bad days. But if you had quit, for the rest of your life, you would wonder if you could have made it. Now, you won’t have to wonder.
Personal anecdote (which pales in comparison to the Natchez Trace walk): My husband (before he was my husband) and I were backpacking in Los Padres National Forest in CA. My first time backpacking with him, and I was struggling. The weight of the pack. The heat. The fact that my right leg has a disability so I stumbled a lot. And then my left knee went out. At one point I fell backwards like a turtle because of the f**king backpack. I was in pain. Greg said, “We’re about halfway there. If you want to turn back, we need to do it now. We’ll do what you want to do.” I knew he meant it, that as much as he wanted to camp among the lupines, he would turn back for me. But I figured, if I was going to experience the same pain and frustration going back, then I may as well go forward and at least achieve the goal of this trip. I grumbled that since we were already halfway there, we should move on. My reward was the most perfect campsite, complete with a running stream of cool water, tall trees for shelter and a great expanse of sky. Unfortunately, it had been a dry spring so the lupine weren’t in bloom, but you can’t have everything 🙂
That’s exactly how I would’ve felt about it, Marie. Why give up the experience when it will hurt either way?
I totally agree 🙂
Ladies and gentlemen, Joe Cocker has entered the building…
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Ha ha ha.
What a beautiful last day alone. There is bittersweetness in giving up that alone time and also in welcoming great friends. Each day, but especially from here to the end, will have it’s own special moments. Continue to take your time and enjoy every bit of it, even the sore feet. I’m betting uphill is going to be harder for your blogging buddies than it will for you at this point.
I hope there’s not a lot of uphill in the miles they choose to walk with me, Lisa. I’m so lucky that a few people have taken the time to join me for some of this journey.
Amazing Andra! Inspiration isn’t a strong enough word. Now I need to get a hat to wear to bed, but my wife would probably hide it so that could never happen.
Ha! You might be surprised…………
wow, it is all so real and you are coming to the end, which means you will have done this huge thing you’ve set to do. mind-boggling ) b
Your reply to the hat question had me laughing out loud! Thank you!!!
Good for you for taking the time to cross the road, Andra; to capture the daffodils, listen to water music, even with your aching bones and feet (and toes and toenails, and . . . ) – and still have the grace to answer questions with a wink and a smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VejldMv8kc8
Hmmm. You know, as amazing as this whole Trace thing has been, I think your trip story needs a bit more spice to it in order to get that younger male demographic reading your book and following your adventures.
May I suggest a stopover in a small town whereupon you’re kicked out, then jailed by a dopey lawman with a bias against weary travelers just wanting to pass through his sleepy nabe?
This can be followed by an escape into the deep woods, some National Guard troops and pissed off cops coming after you, a firefight and some other action-heavy antics that by the end make you a heroine to many more loyal fans? And just THINK of how awesome the movie version will be!
No? Well, fine then. I guess your poor feet would kill you if you had to do even MORE running, jumping climbing and kicking people in the head parts, huh?
Well, it was only an idea…
I think this is a wonderful post. I’m sorry to be a little late to read it. Life does that sometimes. 🙂 But I have been so impressed with what you are not only taking from the walk, Andra, but also what I believe you are leaving there of yourself. It’s very moving.
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