Though it's been a few weeks I finally have some time to blog about our annual man weekend. How, you may wonder do we typically spend this glorious 3 days of dude time? Las Vegas and gambling? Golf and Cigars? New York City and clubs? Well...no. When Olson males get together we go out of our way to be in nature, avoid other people, and suffer as much as possible while still having a great time. So our dude fest weekends are typically backpacking trips.
This year we decided to head to Great Smoky Mtn National Park. We pretty much knew before we went it was going to be a bit soggy but as this was the only weekend we could go we would just make it work. It was me, my Dad, my bro Matty and my old friend Doug. He and I have been on more adventures than I can count in the 16 or so years I have known him and a lot of them have involved trails and backpacks.
We got to Hendersonville to stay with my Dad on Thursday night. Went to this outdoor music fest downtown that had a great band from Asheville and some good beer on draft. It was quite a scene...lots of people having a great time. I spent most of my time thinking, "how is this the same city I grew up in?"
Finally making our way back to my Dad's we started to get some of our gear together and look at a map of where we were going for the first time in detail. No I'm not joking about this...and yes we probably should have done this before drinking a few beers.
Friday morning we were off early and headed to the trail. I was excited to be backpacking for the first time in awhile and we hit the trail knowing we had a full 12 or so miles that day. Of course right off the bat we had 4 straight miles of tough uphill. Nothing like jumping right in! I'm not sure why but for the first 3 hours or so I was out of sorts. I felt anxious and restless and finally it dawned on me that my body and mind were trying to figure out why we weren't running.
I spend so much time running and mtn biking down trails as fast as I can that I am just not used to slow hiking/walking anymore. It sounds weird I know but it was almost hard to do at first. When I finally realized what my issue was I just focused on losing myself in the slow deliberate pace and soon enough I settled in. And then the cool thing was that once I finally relaxed I began to really enjoy myself. I would just look around at things...enjoy looking at something I would normally miss because I was zooming by or looking down at the trail trying not to fall/wreck as I ran by.
This is probably a good metaphor for life. Every day is a rush...from one thing to the next. Head down...running along...caught up in the schedule..checking stuff off the list....and really when we do that think about how much we miss. Sometimes in my life I think I need to just walk instead of run...check out what's going on around me and just enjoy where I am at that moment and what I am doing. That's a big reason I called my blog "enjoy the journey" because I am trying hard to live my life this way. Not be so goal oriented but just enjoy where I am and what I am doing. Wherever that is and whatever it is.
Finally got up to the intersection and got to hike on the Appalachian Trail for awhile which is always cool.
Spent most of that day hiking and the rain managed to stay away. We actually hiked out of our way a bit to go and check out this old fire tower.
It was very cool. I was reading on some plaque that the people spend about a month out there in this thing before coming back to civilization for a bit. Can you imagine that? If these walls could talk I bet they have seen some real craziness from people out there alone for a month. If I spend 10 hours in the car by myself I start talking to the steering wheel, making faces in the rear view mirror, and singing strange and loud songs. could you imagine me out in this things for a month alone? Yikes. They would find me sitting talking with my best friend Timmy...who was actually just a pine cone.
Anyway it was a bit cloudy but the view from the tower was beautiful.
We spent some time up there eating lunch and just hanging out. It was really nice.
Tell me this lineup of confident, rugged and strong (not to mention handsome) outdoors-men doesn't shock and amaze you. I know...you can't.
After about 6 more hours of hiking we finally got to camp that night and set up by a nice river. Long day on the trail but damn it felt good to just be out there.

So we are standing right here by this river and there is another trail headed off a different direction than we came. Dougie casually asks Matt what that is and he tells him that is another trail to where we parked the car. What I wish he had left out is that it was a flat trail of 5 miles. But instead of taking that trail we had opted for the brutal straight up and down trail and 14 butt busting miles to get to the same spot. I saw this look come over Dougie's face...and it wasn't a happy look...quietly he began to search for a large stick to beat me with so I decided it would be a good time to go look around for a campsite. Love you Dougie! Later Dougie said he should have known when coming on a David Olson adventure that we would be doing it the hardest way possible. Glad I didn't disappoint! Got a good campsite....ate some ramen noodles (the best on the trail!) hung the bear bags and got to bed.

The next day we had two choices....we could hike a short 5 miles to our next campsite....or we could hike all the way around a different direction on a tough trail that had tons of bushwacking, rough terrain and lots of elevation gain and loss for another 12 miles or more. Hmm....well you know which one I'm choosing! Bring on the suffering. It was raining this morning as we set off down the trail and it had rained a good amount the night before too so things were pretty wet. After hiking down the trail a ways we came to the trail intersection of the trail we were planning on taking and ran smack into this sign.
Hmm....it had been raining a ton for weeks, all night AND at the moment we were standing there reading this. Impassable....interesting. Okay let's go! This was quite a trail...well when there was one. Basically it turned into us crossing about 15 streams and rivers....I know this because Yimmy counted them out loud.
We had many many moments like this one. Including the time I was helping my Dad cross something and he pushed me in the river. Thanks a lot Dad. Wet feet the whole day. And yes Dougie's pack looks huge in this picture....that's because it...well....was. He was not going to be caught unprepared on this trip that's for sure. He had everything in there....and then a few more things on top of that.
But actually I had a really good time this day. I thought the river crossings were cool and added a fun element to the hike...and we hiked on some really rough but neat trails. Passed a beautiful waterfall. Even for a spring weekend we hardly saw anyone which was really nice. Seemed "out there" a bit which was perfect.
As I walked along this day I was thinking about how I feel so comfortable when I am way out in the woods somewhere in the mountains. It's funny in a way that I was born in Florida. People are always surprised by that when I tell them. I guess because I am mostly in the mountains and do mountain things. I still love the beach and Florida...I love going there and visiting and they will always be a part of who I am...but at my core I think I am a mountain soul.
Life never goes how you expect...things change...people change....stuff happens. But I am grateful that somehow we as a family ended up in the mountains of North Carolina. That I was raised to love being outside and that when we were little we were brought into the mountains to enjoy them. Now I think that a large part of who I am is being outside and doing things outside. It's where I feel the most comfortable and I am grateful this is the case.
I supposed that is just the way it is when you have a connection with something. I have been out west quite a bit and the mountains out there are more beautiful in a physical sense. But my connection to the mountains of NC/VA is more spiritual and emotional so ultimately that is where I always feel at home. (Though to be honest I would love to move out West!)
I think that is usually the case though no matter where you are from. I think one of the most beautiful places in the world is our Ranch in Florida. But when I show pictures of it to people they see flat and plain land. But then I'm like, "well you should see the sunsets out over a pasture...or the outback on a evening walk..or a citrus grove before picking." To which they just look at me with non-understanding eyes. But again my connection to Circle O is spiritual/emotional...not just physical...so that make it all the more special.
Anyway....that was a long way of saying....I like mountains. Okay moving on...
We had another long day of hiking and basically we were in the clouds the whole time because we were up around 6000 feet. Lots of this view.
But it was still very cool and I enjoyed the hiking and just getting to talk with my Dad or Matty or Dougie.
We got to the summit of Mt.Sterling around 6 which was our camping spot for the night. There were no views really but there was another tall (and shaky) fire tower there that you could climb and see out.
Our campsite the second night.
It was kind of a rainy night but we had a nice time sitting out and talking while we ate and the sun went down. We realized at this point that we would need to get a pretty early start since we had 6-8 miles to go in the morning and I had to be at Elon for work by 5:00 pm. I like to pack it all in!
The next morning we woke up and there was actually a little break in the clouds....enough for us to climb the tower and see out a bit. The wind was really whipping so definitely had to hold on a bit.
But the view was worth it and there was this incredible full rainbow too.
We had to hit the trail though so after enjoying the view for a bit...we started down the mountain to the car. The trail down the mountain was nice...but a mess. There were tons of down trees so every few minutes we found ourselves climbing trees and working to get around fallen ones.
Finally hit the river and followed it back to the car. Man we hit the miles! 32 miles or maybe a bit more in 2 and a half days. Love to crank it out.
All good things must come to an end I guess. I really enjoyed getting away for a few days. There are definitely times where I feel like a caged animal when I am in my routine day in and day out....living in suburbia...always trying to figure things out. I get restless and anxious to wander and just get out there doing something. So when I can get away and do these things it helps a lot. Especially when it involves being outside and some effort/adventure/struggle. I go home content and relaxed which is a good thing.
And it makes it even better doing it with the dudes closest to me. I think half the fun is just being with my Dad and my bro and Dougie....talking...laughing...making fun of each other....farting...saying things we wouldn't normally say around others....lots more laughing....or just walking in silence together. It doesn't really even matter.
The boys at the end of the trip....still smiling!
So that's it. Dude Fest 2013 is officially in the bag. I would like to thank all of our sponsors for this years adventure. Blue ridge brewery....Messaluna's....sierra designs tents...osprey packs.....Ben-gay ....Steripen....the company that made the can opener that Dougie carried. I would like to thank my agent...my publicist....and my hairdresser. And most of all we would like to thank our wives for letting us go...and then lettings us back in the house when we returned. Until next time....PEACE!