In light of my recent episode with Giardia (and my second trip to the ER in three weeks) I have decided to pay tribute to the untamed beast, which is the AT, by writing an acrostic poem. My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Spriggs, would be proud...

Going to the water source,
Into the well goes the pump.
A bag of fresh new water,
Ready to drink cool spring.
Don't sleep, can't eat, won't walk
In goes the food, only to go right back out.
Another trip to the hospital, back on the trail tomorrow.


I aspire to be Robert Frost, but fear I missed the mark a little bit hear. Oh well. I am sure some new ailment will visit me and I will have another chance.