I am writing this post a good week after we completed what I have been referring to as The Incredible Journey. I needed this separation in order to process and in order to think upon this experience with some degree of fondness. Let me explain...

Two friends of our community from Kansas City - Josh and Alyssa Smith - invited us to join them on a walk across the state of Missouri during our Spring break. The plan was to walk for three days on the Katy Trail from Jefferson City to Herman - a grand total of 45 miles. Sounds easy enough, right? Just walk. With a 50 pound pack. Every day. For weeks. Across the entire state of Missouri. Yeah, it sounds like I am exaggerating, but when you are walking that far, you start to get delusional and believe that you are some Lewis and Clark explorer doing the most difficult thing in the world.

The first day, we met up with Josh and Alyssa at the Amtrak station in Jeff City. A very kind connection we had shuttled us to the trailhead in Jeff City and we were off! We were all in good spirits and happy to be on this adventure together. We each had differing strides and paces, so we spaced ourselves out with our walking buddy. We stopped at all 12 mile markers that day - as if we had accomplished some phenomenal feat with every completed stretch. We were all doing pretty great and enjoying the chill in the air and the conversation. Until about mile 8 or 9. Then we were ready to be done, at least for the first day.

We made it to the hostel in Tebbetts, MO around 6pm that night after six hours of walking, stopping, stretching, and talking. We read the directions on the door of the hostel that led us to where the key was "hiding" and let ourselves in. It was a two story building with bunk beds lining the walls and a small kitchen area. There were also showers and bathrooms. Many of the travelers were eager to warm up in a shower. We all had to pee. And most of us needed to refill our water bottles. Oh, and we planned to eat ramen and oatmeal with the heated water from the hotplate.

But, the water wasn't turned on in the building. Ooops. After some searching, we found a phone number and were directed to how to turn on the water outside with some sort of magic, a T-shaped tool, and brute force. A couple guys went out to turn it on. We'd be set up for a lovely, relaxing evening with just a the flip of the water switch. Until we realized as soon as they turned the water on, water began shooting out of broken pipes in multiple places in the bathroom. Ooops again. They quickly shut it off, but not before a good inch or two of water had pooled on the floor of the bathrooms.

We built a dam between the bathrooms and our sleeping space and went to work mopping. What could we do? We had no water. We were cold. We couldn't eat ramen and oatmeal. So, we laughed. This is going to be an interesting journey. A couple guys found water from an outdoor spigot at the church next door and hauled it to the hostel, filling up water bottles and setting some on to boil. The problems of day one finished, we bundled up in our sleeping bags and layers and went to sleep in the chilly hostel.

The next morning, we woke early, ate some oatmeal (or Fruit Loops if you are Travis) and set out on the trail. It was fun to watch the sunrise as we were walking and see it burn off the fog of the night. We read an essay out loud from the Best American Essays of 2011 and stuck pretty closely together for most of the morning. We were walking 6 miles to Mokane where we would stop for coffee and second breakfast. My feet began to develop some pretty crazy nerve pain that shot up through my back with every step and Alyssa's knee kept giving her trouble, so we called a friend of Ryan's who picked us two and Jay up in Mokane. He took us to our destination for that day - the Rendleman B&B in Bluffton, MO. We rested up that day while the other three completed the 20 mile journey for that day. They arrived around 6pm, exhausted, sore, and hungry. Doug, the owner of the B&B made a tasty dinner for us and we enjoyed his company around a table in a warm house with warm food and warm feelings. After a bonfire, we headed to bed to sleep off the soreness.

The next day was a 12 mile trek to Herman. We were all hurting, but we were all very determined. We made it to McKittrick around 2pm and began what felt like a hundred mile journey from the trail into Herman along the highway. It was only 2 miles, but when you can see your destination in the distance and you know all you have to do is walk to it, it feels like it takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r to get there. We entered Herman in high spirits, knowing we had accomplished a pretty amazing physical and mental adventure. We hobbled our way to a restaurant where we had the most delicious fried food of our lives and a few drinks. Feeling mentally jubilant, we shuffled the short distance to the Amtrak station down the hill and waited for our train to take us back to Jeff City and back to our lives.

A few people have asked since we returned how the trip was. In hindsight, it was incredible. We had so much fun and have a book full of funny quotes and moments from the journey. Would I do it again? Yes. But on a bike. I would love to bike a big portion of the Katy Trail, but I am confident that cross-country hiking is not my thing. This was a once-in-a-lifetime trip for many of us. I am so grateful for my fellow adventurers who embarked on this journey together. I am looking forward to many more adventures of slightly different varieties with them. Gandalf said, "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure, and it's very difficult to find anyone." Well, we found a pretty great group of people to share our adventures with, and I'm pretty thankful for them.