A few years ago, my three best friends from college and I were near the end of a 10-hour hike on the Appalachian Trail last October. And almost at the end of our ropes, frankly. We had climbed 1,500 vertical feet in the morning and then spent several hours winding our way along a ridge line with steep drop offs on either side. We were making slow time—so slow that the sun had started to set and we were on the trail at dusk, about a mile from that night’s shelter.
Thankfully, we had a REI Adventure guide with us, but nevertheless you don’t want to be walking in the dark. Tripping over stones and stumps is a greater threat than bears, but still it was an animal encounter that weighed on our minds.
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