Ron talked about wanting to face whatever challenges the hike would bring. He knew his chronic injuries presented extra challenges and that was a main reason he started in January. He wanted to have plenty of time to be able to rest anything that acted up, and to not push his body too hard. A January start would also put him in front of the hiker “bubble,” so that the Trail wouldn’t feel too crowded. He looked forward to facing the harsh weather conditions that he might experience in January. Afterwards, he remembered those first few weeks fondly and with pride, telling me “it felt like survival out there.” He made a few friends he bonded with and stayed in contact with long after they parted ways. However, he told me the harshest weather he encountered was on top of Roan Mountain in mid-March. It was very cold, extremely windy, and snowy. He had already decided that he was going to get off the Trail in Damascus (he later changed his mind and ended up just taking a break), and he told me that the snow storm on Roan Mountain was a form of Trail magic for him. It was as if the Trail was giving him a parting gift of experiencing the extreme winter conditions he had looked forward to facing.
Ron’s family has learned, as I already know, that the Trail community is a very special thing. I am so glad that Ron got to know and experience that for himself during his time on the Appalachian Trail.