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Personal Narrative: Hiking On The Appalachian Trail

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When I was 14 my stake High Adventure group went on a 50 mile hike on the Appalachian Trail which was one of the most physically and emotionally challenging experiences I have ever had. For six days, I had to carry my pack containing about 40 pounds in supplies. It rained all six days of the trip. It only took a few hours before my shoes, socks, and feet were soaked through, which is not ideal for hiking. At times it was difficult to tell if the trail we were on was the correct trail, or if we were on a trail at all. On the fifth day, after hiking 12 miles my hiking partners and I were peacefully sheltered from the downpour outside the tent when we were informed that someone was struggling to hike the last mile up to camp. I volunteered, despite
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