What is the longest you have walked in one trip.

I have a long, sad story about hiking, but I will make it short. I went on a Sierra Club hike with my husband and son, and I fell so far behind, hubby had to take my pack, and finally, he volunteered to stay behind with me, while the rest of the group went on to the camp site. We arrived about four hours after the rest of the group, including our 12 year old son.
It was supposedly an ‘easy’ four hour trip, but the trail was rained out, and we had to ‘hike’ over the dry stream bed, climbing over boulders for five miles.

I thought they would have to bring in a rescue crew for me to return home, but the next morning went well.

20 miles.Approx.

We attempted to hike the Appalachian Trail a few summers ago.
We made it a total of 242 miles before we realized that we were getting exhausted of camping and walking.
So.. we stopped.
This was also before we realized that it was a 6 month adventure. Go us.

I walked sixteen hours across Winnipeg once. I wanted to commit suicide. I have no idea what I was doing, and was too scared to kill myself, so I just walked and walked. Blisters ahoy.
I got really thirsty, and eventually, somehow, I found an abandoned two litters of 7-Up in the grass and I drink pretty much all of it, and then I fell asleep under some stairs, and when I woke up, life seemed better.
The sixteen hour long walk helped, since I had nothing to do but think, besides walking.

Denno how it helped, but it did. It was a good walk. I saw civilization, and eventually, I saw some factories, one or two rivers and a dam, and them nothing but plains and fields. I turned back then, knowing I was just a stupid 16 year old girl not really wanting to off herself but just wanted attention.
It was night by then. I got a bottle I found on the ground, and filled it with water at some bar because I was dying of thirst, then went to wait for a bus but the bus driver wouldn’t let me on because I had no fare, and finally, I jumped a train and made it back near to where I lived. Found the 7-Up soon after, drank most of it, and fell asleep not too long after finding a good place to crash into. (Didn’t go back home, was too ashamed about the note I left haha.)

It was a good experience, no matter how shitty I felt at the time.

Also I’m sorry. This post is lame. Please flame now.

But yeah, sixteen hours. That’s half the city, there and back again.

@Symbeline inspirational no kidding. i feel pretty down atm maybe i should follow suit :/

One day last year I decided to skip school and walk to New York. I left my house in the morning, the same time I’d usually leave for school, and walked to the George Washington Bridge, crossed it, walked down W178th St a bit, and turned around and came home. The total walk was only about 12 miles, but I stopped a lot and it pretty much took me the whole school day.

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Last summer I was in Myrtle Beach. One evening I started walking down the beach, past the Second Avenue Pier, past the Cherry Grove Pier, and I kept going, all night. At some point I turned around and started walking back. I have no idea how far that was, but I pretty much didn’t stop walking the entire time (except once when I came upon a group of people sitting in the sand who called out to me “Hey hippie, want a beer?”) It was a really beautiful walk. The moon was out, but far over the ocean there was a lightening storm. It was getting light by the time I got back to the motel.

This was on sand. I could barely walk the next day.

Well, I hiked up Fountain Place Road in El Dorado County, CA for a very long stretch of it. The road itself is I think 8 miles long, I only did about half of it, but it was all uphill (it literally climbs the side of a mountain) and I was walking a bike the entire time. It felt like 50 miles…okay, so I’m more of a biker than a walker…

Despite the fact that I had mosquito bites, my allergies were acting up, it was hot and I was out of water, and there was thunder, going down that road all downhill on my bike so fast it was nothing short of insane made it all worth it. :)

I also walked almost all day one day when I was in San Diego with my boyfriend, but I have no idea how many miles it was because I really had no way of measuring. Feet hurt for the next 2 days. (Both of these things happened in July ‘09, the greatest month of my entire life).

Now biking I can go for miles and miles and miles, but walking just isn’t really my thing. :\

Probably Ruzyne to Cimice and back (10–15km or so) on my second time to Prague. I can walk a lot if the weather is cool (but no rain). Walked a few miles in the snow once when we were snowed in, and uphill for around 2m in the Alps dragging a sledge with my daughter and all our stuff once. A little surreal, felt like an Eskimo.

I’m not really sure…. I walked up a few mountain when I lived in Spain. The only walk between 2 specific places I can think of is when I walked from Overijse to Tervuren when I lived in Belgium.

I’ve ridden a bike around This Lake in Dallas with my family on Thanksgiving. It’s very pretty and about 16 miles.

The most I’ve actually walked is… God knows how long. It was a backpacking trip for a camp I attended in the smokies a couple of years ago. I want to guess the length was maybe 5 or so miles.

As part of our graduation requirements for U.S. Army basic training, we had to participate in and complete a 17 mile road march through the hilly terrain of Fort McClellan, Alabama. What made the experience so much more enjoyable was that we were wearing 50 pound rucksacks, it was raining and muddy, and our Drill Sergeants gassed us on 3 different occasions with CS (tear gas) during the festivities.

12 miles, but it was uphill and had a 2000’ ascent from trailhead to summit. I almost expired. Descending made me want to give my knees to the Smithsonian. (Algonquin in the high peaks in the Adirondacks.)View

~26 miles. I walked the entire length of Manhattan from Inwood to Battery Park City and back in one go shortly after I moved here.

I walked the Three Peaks trail in West Yorkshire, about 26 miles.

Eight miles one day and five miles the next.