Grandma Gatewood’s Walk by Ben Montgomery
The Inspiring Story of the Woman Who Saved the Appalachian Trail

Authors spin out many thousands of books each year, and a few thousand find their way to publication. Many turn out to be mundane. Some are good. A few prove great reads.
A very few more reach us as extraordinary, tales we can never forget, written in a way that makes the characters stick in our minds like briars, with story lines that hum like high-tension wires in a stiff wind.
In these few lucky cases, we get characters like Emma Gatewood:
She stood five foot two and weighed 150 pounds and the only survival training she had were lessons learned earning calluses on her farm. She had a mouth full of false teeth and bunions the size of prize marbles. She had no map, no sleeping bag, no tent. She was blind without her glasses, and she was utterly unprepared if she faced the wrath of a snowstorm, not all that rare on the trail. Five years before, a freezing Thanksgiving downpour killed 353 in Appalachia, and most of them had houses. Their bones were buried on these hillsides.
When you stumble across Grandma Gatewood’s Walk in your neighborhood bookstore, don’t make the mistake of glancing away from the photo of a frumpy old woman in sensible shoes. You’ll pass over one of the best books you’ve ever read.
In 1955, Gatewood left her Ohio home. She told her large family she was going for a walk.
She didn’t lie. She set out to trek the entire length of the 2,050-mile Appalachian Trail. She had traversed more than a third of the route before her family discovered what she was really up to. At age 67, she’d set out alone on the trail, her supplies in a sack, tennis shoes on her feet and less than $200 in her pocket.