What I learned walking on an abandoned railroad track

Lessons learned from pushing myself to the limits
I was looking for solitude. The quiet of nature. The only sound was my feet on the trail with leaves rustling in the wind. A small animal here and there or a bird singing. The sounds of nature are the earth breathing.
I was pleased when there was hardly anyone else on the trail. The few people I came across were all going in the opposite direction. Most of them were on bicycles.

Finding the motivation
I walked 12 miles in just under six hours that day. It was exhausting but also exhilarating. That much time alone in nature was the balm my soul needed. A nice feeling of accomplishment was welcome as well. I am fairly certain it was the longest distance I have walked in one day.
I wanted to see if I could do it and wondered what it would feel like. I had made a lot of five or six-mile walks and I walk a lot anyway. I thought it would not be that hard to go more miles. Remembering my days as a runner, going from two to four miles — and then to eight — was not as big of a deal as I thought it would be. Hiking would not either I reasoned. Turned out I was right.
Since discovering the rails to trails program I have wanted to do this. The program converts abandoned railroad lines into trails. You may see the entire national network here:
The trail I chose is an old rail bed that goes from Wichita to Garden Plain, Kansas. The whole trail is 13 miles. I chose a section between two smaller towns that were about six miles apart.

Halfway and feeling good
I did the hike from one town to the other and back again. I walked from one town to the other one. In the second town, I sat at a picnic table and ate my food, and rested. I felt good. I was really surprised at how good I felt after walking six miles.
After about 30 minutes I started my way back down the trail. I could feel myself getting tired. My legs began to ache, and my feet were getting sore. I was surprised my back did not hurt. That last mile was the toughest. A few times I stopped and stood still to summon up some reserve that I hoped was still in the tank.
I was afraid if I sat down on the trail I would have a hard time getting up. I did get to the end. I sat motionless in my car after finishing the hike. By then the wind had picked up and it was getting chilly. I called home to tell my wife I had made the hike ok. She was set to come and get me if there was a need. Soon my legs and feet felt ok. Tired but happy to have accomplished the goal. The biggest surprise was that I still felt pretty good at the end. I felt I reached my limit at 12 miles. I would not have wanted to try one more mile when I was done.
Organizing the hike
I had intended to go on Saturday, which was a gorgeous day. I ran into some obstacles though and had to put it off until Sunday. That turned out well. Sunday was cloudy and rainy early, but the afternoon had temperatures in the 60s with some wind. It was still cloudy most of the day, and almost chilly with the wind. Saturday in the upper 80s would have been rough. Sunday in the 60s was comfortable.

Trees lined both sides most of the pathway. You could believe you were in the forest most of the time because of the trees. Only rarely could you see the vast empty spaces that are Kansas from the trail.
Hundreds of years ago this was a prairie of grassland as far as the eye could see. European settlers brought the trees and later the railroad. Even in the late 1800s, there were not that many trees. I wondered how old this train track was. I believe it was built in the 1880s, but not sure how long it remained in use.
Along the path and down the rabbit hole
As I walked along the trail I thought about the train that once went between the two towns. I can imagine it being convenient to be able to get on a train and go to the next town at a dizzying speed of 30 MPH, getting there in just a few minutes. I also thought about people who probably walked this trail before the railroad, taking them three hours or so to get from one to the other.
We keep getting faster. In the old days, it took three hours to make this trip one way. Horses made it faster and trains improved on that. Now you can drive it by car in under five minutes. In a way that sounds like progress. I realize though I have driven past here many times and never noticed all that is here along this trail. We can do all things faster, but I am not sure we are doing them better.

My head went down so many rabbit trails like that. Thinking about ancient times, modern times and all points in between. On a long trail, you don’t have to think about where you are going or making any turns. You can let your mind go and just walk. That was the best part for me. Not the individual thoughts, but just being able to walk without thought and let myself go to the wind.
Preparation for the trip
I was not sure what all to take. I borrowed my wife’s backpack and put too much in there. It was also cloudy and a 40 percent chance of rain so I packed a poncho. I also needed my camera and had plastic bags to protect that as well. I should have thought through the food better as I took twice as much as I needed. I also had extra water at the end, but it is better to have too much water than not enough.

The only bad thing that happened the entire way was one of the straps broke on the backpack, so I had to carry it in an uncomfortable position most of the way back. I thought about abandoning it a few times.
There were benches about every mile, along with a mile marker to tell you how far you had gone. I appreciated the benches. On the way back I got very tired and looked for those benches. Sitting just a few minutes restored my legs and my spirits, so I was ready to go again soon.
Here are some things that I took from the experience.
You can do more than you think you can. Maybe we are limited more by our minds than anything else.
Pushing yourself physically does wonders for your self-confidence and self-esteem. Any kind of accomplishment is good for you. Still those goals should be reasonable. I would not try to run 12 miles.
I had too much stuff that was a burden most of the way. What things hold me back in other areas? I know the walk would have been easier without those extra 20 pounds or so.
James Jordan is a freelance writer living in rural Kansas. A former newspaper editor is now writing what he wants and writing for himself. It is a new adventure. I always want to know what you think. Leave a comment if you like.
