Thursday, March 24, 2011

IRB Blog Post 12

I feel that Bryson and Katz felt changed at the end of the book because they realized the scale of their accomplishment. Not too many people could even think of getting as far as they did. They're will definitely be some people who said that they cheated by hitch hiking or staying in a motel, but I dont care. What they did was mighty impressive, and when someone accomplishes something major like this, it has an impact on their lives.

IRB Blog Post 11

Katz Here

So, we're finally done with this AT stuff. I'm less excited than I thought I be. I feel...changed somehow. As if I still want to be on the trail, even though I complained the whole way through. I feel accomplished, and I feel like a better person for having done this with Bryson. Maybe i'll see him again, and we could go hiking. For now though, it's back to scenic Des Moines.

IRB Blog Post 10

Bill here!

The hundred mile wilderness has done us in, we're headed home. But I wont say that we gave up. We're not mountain men, and I think the distance we traveled on the AT was incredible for men of our shape and age. I've experienced so much, done so many things, met so many different kinds of people. I honestly do feel like a changed man, and, between you and me journal, I think Katz has changed for the better too. All in all, I have this to say: "We didn't walk 2,200 miles, it's true, but here's the thing: we tried. So Katz was right after all, and I dont care what anybody says. We hiked the Appalachian Trail."

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

IRB Post 9

The location where Bryson and Katz had gotten separated is the 100 mile wilderness, part of Maine's Appalachian Trail. While not going through this portion of the trail, I did hike a significant part of the AT in Maine, Mount Katahdin. What an experience, no matter whether you start or finish the trail there, you're in for a difficult time. It is the highest point in Maine, and one of the most challenging things I've done in my life. The hike is excruciating and exhausting, and just when you think you might be making progress, you find that you've only done a third. The knife edge is scary beyond belief, because you teeter on the edge of the mountain, risking you life. It's all worth it though, because the feeling you get to the top is unexplainable and amazing. Through this experienced, I really was able to connect to how Bryson and Katz felt whenever the achieved somthing great.

Monday, March 14, 2011

IRB Post 8

Bryson here! I've found him! I've finally found Katz. He looked a little roughed up when I found him, but he's ok. He's also extremely lucky though, he could have died! It's so easy to get lost on the AT, especially in Maine! Just look at all these stories of campers and hikers who have lost their way, prompting searches! http://www.mlive.com/news/ann-arbor/index.ssf/2009/05/searchers_find_missing_appalac.html http://www2.newsadvance.com/news/2009/may/04/rescued_appalachian_trail_hiker_says_he_never_pani-ar-222520/

I guess I shouldn't be reprimanding him though. I'm just happy he's alive.

IRB Post 7

Katz here, and what a freaking time I've had. I got separated from Bryson for at least 10 hours. We've been reunited now, but what a nightmare! When Bryson didn't return for quite some time after scouting ahead, I got really thirsty! I saw a lake in the distance, and it didn't look to far, so I stepped off the trail to find it. Big mistake. Like I told Bryson "I hadn't gone half a mile before i was totally lost. I mean totally lost." During that time i got several cuts and bruises. By the grace of God I found the trail again, and even more amazing, Bryson. It just shows how careful you need to be in the woods, because it is really deceiving

Thursday, February 24, 2011

RAFT 1

(Chilean Couple Self-Reflective Poem on Lessons Learned)

My Right To Choose
Solemnly beside me she sits
She is the only one left
But at least she's by my side
Her face, tear stained
Shes been crying
Crying for her sons, whom we left behind
Crying for her food, of which there is little left
Crying for a job, to find which we plod on
Crying for her rights, of which she has few
Crying in anguish, because she challenged the man
And if you were to ask her of the lessons she's learned
Along this cracked and broken road of life
She would give you the same response as I:

My Right to Choose is worth dieing for