I often miss the days of my own outrageous adventures and this book really brought all the newness, life and brilliance back into the memories and richly added new ones for me. They became familiar and I wanted to see what was going to happen next. I was with these guys through northern New Mexico, southern New Mexico and lots of points in between. I don't want your damn mustard, I want another track.
I must have had a sour look on my face because the carhop looked in the window as if to say, "Hey, OK in there?". I had pulled into a Sonic Drive-in to eat when the last track ran out, thinking, damn, no, it can't be over yet. I found these two clowns my own companions on my long drives through New Mexico and I really felt a loss when the book was done because I wasn't ready for the adventure to end.
That's the beauty of Bryson's brain it keeps you on your toes. I didn't expect a single thing that came next. It's not a predictable book by any means. Set aside the sheer fantasy of being able to do this in today's world, with mortgages and jobs, he really made the best of the time he was afforded in the woods, and that is respectable. Enough of that, the book was downright great and placed me smack in the middle of the AT walking with him and his companion. Let's push it: descriptions of descriptions. I thoroughly enjoyed Bryson's descriptiveness, descriptivosity, descriptivemania, even. An adventure, a comedy, a lament, and a celebration, A Walk in the Woods is destined to become a modern classic of travel literature.
Bryson's acute eye is a wise witness to this fragile and beautiful trail, and as he tells its fascinating history, he makes a moving plea for the conservation of America's last great wilderness. But A Walk in the Woods is more than just a laugh-out-loud hike.
The AT, as it's affectionately known to thousands of hikers, offers an astonishing landscape of silent forests and sparkling lakes - and to a writer with the comic genius of Bill Bryson, it also provides endless opportunities to test his own powers of ineptitude, and to witness the majestic silliness of his fellow human beings. Following his return to America after 20 years in Britain, Bryson decided to reacquaint himself with his native country by walking the 2,100-mile Appalachian Trail, which stretches from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mount Katahdin in Maine. "Not long after I moved with my family to a small town in New Hampshire, I happened upon a path that vanished into a wood on the edge of town." So begins Bill Bryson's hilarious book, A Walk in the Woods.
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