After waiting for three decades my door was finally open for a Thru hike attempt. As I struggled my way up the approach trail and headed for that famous plaque on top of Springer, I wasn't just carrying gear and a guide book. I was toting trail knowledge. I was so ready. Next thing I know I'm sitting in Gatlinburg waiting on my ride to Knoxville's airport. It took just 200 miles of trail, some cold dreary rain and twenty two pounds of missing body weight, I was finished. Words can't describe my disappointment. That was spring 2017, now fast forward to today and I'm struggling to push that door open again. Blocking that door now are new bills and new responsibilities. Will I have that opportunity again next spring? The spring after that? who knows. I wish every thru hiker on the trail the best of luck. If you're climbing those rugged hills keep going. You never know when that door will open again. Take advantage while you can.