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  • My friend and I were hiking a short portion of the Appalachian Trail, only about 7 miles with a side trip down Holston Mountain Trail. As we hiked we took in the beauty of East Tennessee, and felt as if on top of the world when we made it to the top of that mountain. The whole day had gone by without a hitch, great weather, good company, and not too many bugs to bother us. Both Tyler and myself were in good spirits as we started to make camp and get ready for some much needed sleep.

    After fixing some dinner and hanging my hammock it started to get dark, so Tyler and I plopped ourselves down into our hanging beds and prepared for the night to come. The night is quiet, when you are in the woods away from civilization. If you aren't used to it the quiet is almost frightening and you think of things that may be out in that pitch darkness. I found something worse then anything that would be hiding in the dark around me. As I lay there my thoughts were about a girl...a woman named Jessie. I thought about the way she kisses me, with pure and intense love. I thought about her smile and how it always brightens up the world around her. I thought about her, and I realized I was away from her. The thought of it was almost alien to me, we spend every day and every minute we have together. Why then was I away from her. How could I have left her willingly and without a thought of how much she means to me!

    I was ALONE.

    As I lay there looking into the darkness I felt alone. I felt the night was my prison and if I did not have Jessie it would hold me forever. My body was shaking, I wanted nothing more then abandon my camp and run as fast a I could back the the car, and drive back to my love. For what felt like a lifetime I lay there. Waiting for the Sun to rise. So I could make my way back to my Jessie.
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