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Angelo, January 1, 2012 (view all comments by Angelo)
One of my favorite books. I couldn't put it down! Bill Bryson's wit, historical references and general commentary along the Appalachian Trail is fantastic. A must read. I now plan on reading the rest of his work.
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scrockett, January 4, 2011 (view all comments by scrockett)
This book has been out a while, but I think it's one of Bryson's best. His tale of preparing for and hiking along the Appalachian Trail is both interesting and humorous - even downright hilarious. He also provides a history of how the Appalachian Trail came to be, the politics that surrounded its creation, and the need for conserving the trail and the land around it. All of this packaged into an entertaining yet informative narrative. Loved it!
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chad_ingram, January 3, 2011 (view all comments by chad_ingram)
You will want to quit your job and take on the challenge. Bill does a wonderful job of placing you in the walk. You can anticipate the joy, worry in the frustrations, smell the wilderness and taste the blandness.
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Paula Rainey, January 1, 2010 (view all comments by Paula Rainey)
I bought this book because the picture on the cover caught my attention. I enjoyed the layout of the book, as the author used a most picturesque and entertaining description of the relationship between the two main hikers and their encounters. Each of these entertaining encounters was followed by an explanation of the area in which they were hiking at the time along with any history of the area, so not only was the book extremely entertaining but also educational.
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Dear Reader, July 30, 2008 (view all comments by Dear Reader)
I had to quit reading this book after everyone else had gone to sleep. I kept laughing and waking them up!

Bryson is brilliant. A light, fun read that will perk up your spirits.
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ISBN:
9780307279460
Author:
Bryson, Bill
Publisher:
Anchor Books
Subject:
Description and travel
Subject:
Hiking
Subject:
United States - Northeast - New England (General)
Subject:
Natural history
Subject:
Journeys
Subject:
Appalachian Trail Description and travel.
Subject:
Bryson, Bill - Journeys - Appalachian Trail
Subject:
General Travel
Subject:
Travel - U.S./New England
Subject:
travel;humor;hiking;non-fiction;appalachian trail;memoir;nature;america;usa;outdoors;adventure;travel writing;travelogue;walking;backpacking;appalachia;bryson;autobiography;natural history;camping;wilderness;funny;bill bryson;history;environment;biography
Subject:
riting;travel literature;north america;maine;journey;americana
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Mass market paperback
Publication Date:
20061231
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MASS MARKET
Grade Level:
General/trade
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English
Pages:
416
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"Review" by , "Bryson is a very funny writer who could wring humor from a clammy sleeping bag."
"Review" by , "Short of doing it yourself, the best way of escaping into nature is to read a book like A Walk in the Woods."
"Review" by , "A terribly misguided, and terribly funny tale of adventure....The yarn is choke-on-your-coffee funny."
"Review" by , "Bill Bryson could write an essay about dryer lint or fever reducers and still make us laugh out loud."
"Review" by , "Delightful."
"Review" by , "It's great adventure, on a human sacle, with survuivable discomforts, and, happily, everybody goes home afterwards."
"Synopsis" by , The Appalachian Trail trail stretches from Georgia to Maine and covers some of the most breathtaking terrain in America — majestic mountains, silent forests, sparking lakes. If you're going to take a hike, it's probably the place to go. And Bill Bryson is surely the most entertaing guide you'll find. He introduces us to the history and ecology of the trail and to some of the other hardy (or just foolhardy) folks he meets along the way — and a couple of bears. Already a classic, A Walk in the Woods will make you long for the great outdoors (or at least a comfortable chair to sit and read in).
"Synopsis" by , We hiked till five and camped beside a tranquil spring in a small, grassy clearing in the trees just off the trail.  Because it was our first day back on the trail, we were flush for food, including perishables like cheese and bread that had to be eaten before they went off or were shaken to bits in our packs, so we rather gorged ourselves, then sat around smoking and chatting idly until persistent and numerous midgelike creatures (no-see-ums, as they are universally known along the trail) drove us into our tents.  It was perfect sleeping weather, cool enough to need a bag but warm enough that you could sleep in your underwear, and I was looking forward to a long night's snooze--indeed was enjoying a long night's snooze--when, at some indeterminate dark hour, there was a sound nearby that made my eyes fly open.  Normally, I slept through everything--through thunderstorms, through Katz's snoring and noisy midnight pees--so something big enough or distinctive enough to wake me was unusual.  There was a sound of undergrowth being disturbed--a click of breaking branches, a weighty pushing through low foliage--and then a kind of large, vaguely irritable snuffling noise.

Bear!

I sat bolt upright.  Instantly every neuron in my brain was awake and dashing around frantically, like ants when you disturb their nest.  I reached instinctively for my knife, then realized I had left it in my pack, just outside the tent.  Nocturnal defense had ceased to be a concern after many successive nights of tranquil woodland repose.  There was another noise, quite near.

"Stephen, you awake?"  I whispered.

"Yup," he replied in a weary but normal voice.

"What was that?"

"How the hell should I know."

"It sounded big."

"Everything sounds big in the woods."

This was true.  Once a skunk had come plodding through our camp and it had sounded like a stegosaurus.  There was another heavy rustle and then the sound of lapping at the spring.  It was having a drink, whatever it was.

I shuffled on my knees to the foot of the tent, cautiously unzipped the mesh and peered out, but it was pitch black.  As quietly as I could, I brought in my backpack and with the light of a small flashlight searched through it for my knife.  When I found it and opened the blade I was appalled at how wimpy it looked.  It was a perfectly respectable appliance for, say, buttering pancakes, but patently inadequate for defending oneself against 400 pounds of ravenous fur.

Carefully, very carefully, I climbed from the tent and put on the flashlight, which cast a distressingly feeble beam.  Something about fifteen or twenty feet away looked up at me.  I couldn't see anything at all of its shape or size--only two shining eyes.  It went silent, whatever it was, and stared back at me.

"Stephen," I whispered at his tent, "did you pack a knife?"

"No."

"Have you get anything sharp at all?"

He thought for a moment.  "Nail clippers."

I made a despairing face.  "Anything a little more vicious than that?  Because, you see, there is definitely something out here."

"It's probably just a skunk."

"Then it's one big skunk.  Its eyes are three feet off the ground."

"A deer then."

I nervously threw a stick at the animal, and it didn't move, whatever it was.  A deer would have bolted.  This thing just blinked once and kept staring.

I reported this to Katz.

"Probably a buck.  They're not so timid.  Try shouting at it."

I cautiously shouted at it: "Hey!  You there!  Scat!"  The creature blinked again, singularly unmoved.  "You shout," I said.

"Oh, you brute, go away, do!"  Katz shouted in merciless imitation.  "Please withdraw at once, you horrid creature."

"Fuck you," I said and lugged my tent right over to his.  I didn't know what this would achieve exactly, but it brought me a tiny measure of comfort to be nearer to him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm moving my tent."

"Oh, good plan.  That'll really confuse it."

I peered and peered, but I couldn't see anything but those two wide-set eyes staring from the near distance like eyes in a cartoon.  I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be outside and dead or inside and waiting to be dead.  I was barefoot and in my underwear and shivering.  What I really wanted--really, really wanted--was for the animal to withdraw.  I picked up a small stone and tossed it at it.  I think it may have hit it because the animal made a sudden noisy start (which scared the bejesus out of me and brought a whimper to my lips) and then emitted a noise--not quite a growl, but near enough.  It occurred to me that perhaps I oughtn't provoke it.

"What are you doing, Bryson?  Just leave it alone and it will go away."

"How can you be so calm?"

"What do you want me to do?  You're hysterical enough for both of us."

"I think I have a right to be a trifle alarmed, pardon me.  I'm in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, staring at a bear, with a guy who has nothing to defend himself with but a pair of nail clippers.  Let me ask you this.  If it is a bear and it comes for you, what are you going to do--give it a pedicure?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Katz said implacably.

"What do you mean you'll cross that bridge?  We're on the bridge, you moron.  There's a bear out here, for Christ sake.  He's looking at us.  He smells noodles and Snickers and--oh, shit."

"What?"

"Oh.  Shit."

"What?"

"There's two of them.  I can see another pair of eyes."  Just then, the flashlight battery started to go.  The light flickered and then vanished.  I scampered into my tent, stabbing myself lightly but hysterically in the thigh as I went, and began a quietly frantic search for spare batteries.  If I were a bear, this would be the moment I would choose to lunge.

"Well, I'm going to sleep," Katz announced.

"What are you talking about?  You can't go to sleep."

"Sure I can.  I've done it lots of times."  There was the sound of him rolling over and a series of snuffling noises, not unlike those of the creature outside.

"Stephen, you can't go to sleep," I ordered.  But he could and he did, with amazing rapidity.

The creature--creatures, now--resumed drinking, with heavy lapping noises.  I couldn't find any replacement batteries, so I flung the flashlight aside and put my miner's lamp on my head, made sure it worked, then switched it off to conserve the batteries.  Then I sat for ages on my knees, facing the front of the tent, listening keenly, gripping my walking stick like a club, ready to beat back an attack, with my knife open and at hand as a last line of defense.  The bears--animals, whatever they were--drank for perhaps twenty minutes more, then quietly departed the way they had come.  It was a joyous moment, but I knew from my reading that they would be likely to return.  I listened and listened, but the forest returned to silence and stayed there.

Eventually I loosened my grip on the walking stick and put on a sweater--pausing twice to examine the tiniest noises, dreading the sound of a revisit--and after a very long time got back into my sleeping bag for warmth.  I lay there for a long time staring at total blackness and knew that never again would I sleep in the woods with a light heart.

And then, irresistibly and by degrees, I fell asleep.

    

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