Back in 2009 on the Pacific Crest Trail, I hiked some miles with Bill “Skywalker” Walker who ended up writing a book about his experience:
I first saw Skywalker at Kennedy Meadows when he stepped into trail angel Tom’s internet trailer hunched over. He was indubitably the tallest man I’d ever seen at almost 7 feet. I refrained from commenting on that fact; he was well aware as evinced by his self-deprecating height-humor.
It wasn’t until Etna, California that we became acquainted and where he so generously bought me dinner; a dinner interrupted every 10 minutes by people wanting to know how tall he is. His wit was impressive having dealt with this very same question his whole life.
What is it like to be a person who stands out all the time, everywhere? Who has to special order tents, shoes, pants, sleeping bags… Who everyone expects to cover miles effortlessly! Welp, he doesn’t tell you in this book, instead the focus is on hikers he meets along the way.
What is it like to come across yourself as a character in someone else’s book? You flip through all the pages until you see your name Not a Chance and your heart races and then you read she had a look like she’d been hurt by her male peers… And then you’re like ………(thinking)……..what does he mean?…..puzzlement…..madness…..
But I thought I looked like Punky Brewster!