The epic journey of a sibling pair as they trek 2,181 miles from Georgia to Maine on the Appalachia Trail.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


For the past year and a half, Jarrod and Becca have been collecting supplies, reading books on the Appalachia Trail, and most importantly, finishing their undergraduate degrees.  With less than three months to go before their intended departure date in March, the final preparations are being made.

They have recently added a new mission to this rather extensive undertaking: they will be hiking to raise money for multiple sclerosis.  MS is an inflammatory disease that affects nerves cells in the brain and spinal chord resulting in a broad range of symptoms.  To make a donation and aid their efforts, you can visit the Multiple Sclerosis Association of America which will always be displayed on the right-hand side of the screen for your convenience.  OR you can just click on this link:

Jarrod and Becca have asked me, their sister, to record their journey using this blog so that others may follow their progress.  Updates will come whenever possible, most likely via phone call and post cards that they acquire from towns along the Trail.  I will then transfer their correspondence into this blog for your reading pleasure.

Who knows what this wild adventure will entail!?

The Jabeccawalk Poem

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. 

"Let’s oft on a Jabeccawalk, my brother!”
Said Becca to Jarrod, the words did catch!
Said Jarrod, “Yes, but beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his pack and stick in hand: 
Long time the wild trail he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, 
And stood awhile in thought. 

And, beside him, there brave Becca stood,
The Jabeccawalk , with trail untamed,
Would twist before them, through the tulgey wood,
A hike so epic, “The Jabeccawalk” it must be named!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
As tree and branch went snicker-sneeze!
They march on through, and with a cause:
Raise money for MS, the dread disease!

"And hast thou hiked the Jabeccawalk?
Come to my woods, my beamish two!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
So chortled the joyous crew. 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
And the mome raths outgrabe. 

(Based on the Lewis Carroll poem “The Jabberwocky.”)