My 20-Mile Hike to Mount Mitchell: A Journey of Grit and Cold Chicken

Join me on my 20-mile hike to Mount Mitchell. From early morning drives to cold chicken at the peak and mesmerizing foggy views, dive into this personal story of grit, surprises, and breathtaking moments

My 20-Mile Hike to Mount Mitchell: A Journey of Grit and Cold Chicken

๐ŸŒ„ The Dawn of Adventure

Last weekend, my buddy Kaden and I embarked on what would become one of the most challenging experiences of my life. We decided to hike up Mount Mitchell, and not just a casual stroll, but a whopping 20 miles! Kaden, being the fitness enthusiast he is, was pretty chill about it. But for someone like me, who had never hiked that distance before, I was in for a wild ride.

I left my house bright and early at 6am, the sky still painted with the hues of dawn. The drive was serene, and by 10am, I found myself at the base of Mount Mitchell, lacing up my hiking boots (I don't have any I just laced up my airforces) and taking that first step onto the trail.

๐Ÿฅพ Every Step Tells a Story

The journey was far from easy. There were moments when I questioned my sanity. Why did I think this was a good idea? Could I even make it to the top? But with every step, I reminded myself of the view that awaited me, and the sense of accomplishment I'd feel.

Lunchtime rolled around, and I was eagerly anticipating the chicken I had packed. I imagined it warm and juicy, a perfect reward for my efforts. But alas, by the time I reached the peak, my chicken was cold. Still, it was decent, and the taste of achievement made up for it.

๐ŸŒซ Embracing the Unexpected

As I neared the summit, I was met with a thick blanket of fog. My heart sank a little. After all that effort, I wouldn't get the clear view I had hoped for. But nature has its way of surprising us. Even with the fog, the scenery was breathtaking. The mist added a mystical touch, and I managed to capture some truly ethereal shots.

๐ŸŒŒ Wrapping Up the Day

The descent was a race against time. I had started my hike late, and darkness was creeping in. By 8pm, with sore feet and a heart full of pride, I completed my hike. The drive back was a blur, and by midnight, I was back in the comfort of my home, reminiscing about the day's adventure.

This hike taught me a lot about perseverance and the beauty of unexpected moments. It wasn't perfect, but it was an experience I'll cherish forever.

The best view from the hike was actually on the way down where the fog was cleared up:

Till the next post โ€“ as always - keep exploring and keep creatingโœจ๐Ÿ”