My Most Magical Experience on the AT

Published Sept. 22, 2017 on TheTrek.co

After completing a flip-flop through-hike of the Appalachian Trail in 2016, I can confirm that much of the trail is indeed a “green tunnel” and somewhat lacking in epic views. From Virginia until Vermont, it’s common for hikers to become bored and frustrated by the plethora of rocks and roots and trees and infrequent viewpoints. That is, however, until you reach the most incredible spot (in my opinion) on the entire Appalachian Trail: Franconia Ridge in the White Mountains. It’s a place so magically beautiful that hiking it is a spiritual experience.

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My Life-Changing Moment on Franconia Ridge

The White Mountains of New Hampshire are a sight to behold and a walk to remember. I will never forget the mind-blowing — even spiritual — experience I had when walking the 2.5-mile crest of the Franconia Ridge.

It all started when I was ascending Mount Liberty northbound, still below the tree line. I had no idea what beauty and majesty were in store for me, and the trail leading up the mountain was a taxing one. I was in the habit of dedicating uphill climbs to a member of my community by repeating a mantra/blessing for them as I hiked. (My through-hike was generously funded by contributors to my crowdfunding campaign, and one of the “perks” my supporters could get was a mountaintop intention-setting ritual that I would perform for them on the hike.)

I wracked my brain trying to remember the names of the supporters who had asked me to do a mountaintop intention-setting for them, but no one in particular was coming to mind. I shrugged and forget about it as I huffed and puffed uphill.

Franconia RidgewalkBut then, when I finally reached the alpine zone and emerged out onto the infamous Franconia Ridge with its mind-bending 360-degree views, my mouth dropped open. I knew that this ridge walk up and over four mountains — Mt. Liberty (4,459 ft), Little Haystack (4,780 ft), Mt. Lincoln (5,089 ft) and Mt. Lafayette (5,260 ft) — deserved to be prayed upon. The views were so grand that I wanted to set intentions for more than just individual people, but I didn’t know what to pray for. So, I cleared my mind and invited a higher power to inspire my thoughts.

As I hiked, slowly and methodically heading up the rocky trail towards Little Haystack Mountain, I noticed that my feet were beginning to feel tired. I had just resupplied the day before, and my pack was heavy with food. I could have fixated on the dull ache in my feet, wishing that the pain would go away. But I knew that this was an opportunity for prayer.

Instead of cultivating frustration about my tired feet and heavy pack, I practiced noticing those sensations without negativity. I began to say a prayer for people who don’t have feet that can carry them up mountains. I began to pray for those who are carrying a heavy load in life, because my heart was light from the journey I was blessed to be on. I practiced cultivating gratitude for the fact that I had a body that could walk 2,000 miles up and over mountains, and for the privilege I had to take 6 months off to do a through-hike. I repeated the mantra, “I walk for those without mobility. I walk for those who are carrying a heavy load.”

I repeated the mantra, “I walk for those without mobility. I walk for those who are carrying a heavy load.”

Franconia RidgeAs I continued to walk, the conditions became more challenging. The sun was beating down on me, and I could feel it starting to burn my skin. Simultaneously, the wind on the exposed ridge was growing more intense. I felt the instinct rise in me to foster resentment for these unpleasant conditions. Again, however, I decided to turn these challenges into intention-setting opportunities.

I looked up at the searing sun and began to chant an intention for people who are in the spotlight who don’t want to be. I saw and felt the power of the wind sweeping over the gorgeous, mountainous landscape — stretching in front of me as far as the eye could see — and I said a prayer for those who have been blown off course and who are yearning to find their way again.

Franconia RidgeBy Mount Lincoln, I was already running low on water, and a primal twinge of fear ignited in me when I realized it. But the fear subsided when I told myself that it would be alright. You’ll get to a water source soon enough, I reminded myself. I breathed deeply to calm my nerves and practiced gratitude for the blessing that is water, saying aloud, “I walk for the people of the world who do not have access to fresh water.”

Finally, after what felt like hours, I found myself climbing the final and highest peak in the Franconia Range — Mount Lafayette. When I at last reached the summit, the view of the surrounding mountains and lush valleys was so incredible that tears sprung from my eyes. I began to dance and sing with joy, almost involuntarily.

Suddenly, one more prayer arose in me. I stood still, closed my eyes, and as tears streamed down my face, I thought:

I dedicate this walk to all those facing trials and tribulations, but who are choosing to dance and sing and celebrate anywayBecause life is worth celebrating, even when it’s hard.

I dedicate this walk to all those facing trials and tribulations, but who are choosing to dance and sing and celebrate anyway.

As this final intention washed over my body and radiated out into the land and sky around me, I opened my eyes and gasped. Thanks to the powerful, prayerful two hours I had just experienced atop Franconia Ridge, I felt more connected to the whole of humanity than I had ever felt before.

I shook my head with wonder, a blissful smile on my face, and thought, And so it is that all of the sorrows and all of the joys of the world are held by all of us.

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BELOW: Watch this video clip from my AT vlog to see me recount this story not long after it happened.

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