As Lady Julie and I begin to pile up the miles on our daily hikes my mind naturally wanders to thoughts of the Appalachian Trail which starts near our home, especially on Wednesdays as that's when we go to Amicalola Falls to hike (it's free that day). I realize that while I may never hike the entire trail and become one of the .19% of people who do, I can at least try to master the A.T. skill of "yogiing."
Simply put, when the A.T. runs through a park or recreational area, a thruhiker will go to the picnic areas as people are grilling out. He/she will stop nearby and start to adjust the pack, re-tie boots or anything that will bring attention. Invariably someone will ask, "Where are you headed?" The correct answer is always the same, "Maine." Then come many questions as they become fascinated by the quest you have undertaken. Eventually someone will ask if you want something to eat as they have plenty. The hiker will reluctantly accept and then proceed to eat as much as possible without arousing the ire of the host. The term originates as homage to that master of picnic basket raiders, Yogi Bear.
This weekend we are driving up to Hiawassee, GA where there is a popular recreation area and A.T. shelter on Blood Mountain. Maybe I will just observe to see if any yogiing is going on, or just maybe I will dig out my old Boy Scout pack, try to look as scroungy as possible and see what happens.
Sir Lance "going out on the trail to practice my yogi" of Brentwood