In the spring of 2018, my brother and I were in Arizona, a few weeks away from the Arizona Fall Festival.

    We had been planning to visit Tucson for two weeks.

    We would go there on Labor Day weekend, and then the next weekend, for a three-day trip to the city.

    But we couldn’t make it, and we were going to take the next day to spend the weekend in Atlanta, Georgia.

    It wasn’t the worst idea in the world, I knew that we would enjoy the city and its surrounding region, and that we were a few miles away from one of the best hiking trails in the country.

    It was just a terrible time to make plans.

    It felt like the last resort.

    And then we woke up one day to a very, very bad email.

    We received an email from a friend in Tucson telling us that we had been accepted for a hike in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, located in the state of Tennessee.

    And this was the email that my brother had received: We had heard that you had chosen Tucson for your hike. 

    We were not sure if we were being asked to hike in some sort of private property, or if it was just some sort and the email had just come in from someone in Tucson who we never heard from again.

    We called the park office in Tennessee and found out that there was actually an official email to make an application for a hiking permit.

    The email was sent from the Tucson Police Department and said, “We need to have a meeting with you.

    If you have any questions about this application please call the Tucson PD at 715-645-8160.”

    It was a very weird email.

    And I remember thinking, “Why are they doing this?”

    We were told that there were a number of people who were applying for permits in Arizona for this event, and the park service was trying to help them, and they would be in touch after the meeting to get the proper information.

    And so, I thought, “I don’t want to go to that meeting.”

    And the next morning, I went to the Tucson police station, which is not far from the trailhead where we were to be hiking.

    And the officer there told me that he had just been told that he could not approve the application.

    And it was like, “Wow.”

    The officer said that the information had not come in yet, and he was not sure how to proceed.

    So, I called the Tucson City Attorney’s office and they said, “No, we can’t do anything until you get an official copy of the application, because we don’t know what you have done.

    If it’s a personal property application, we’ll allow you to get a permit.” 

    We then asked if they could send us a photo of the permit, and when I got back home, I told them that I would not be applying for a permit because I was worried about what would happen to me if I did. 

    The next day, I woke up in the middle of the night and my phone was dead.

    I was just like, I didn’t know how to deal with this, and I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

    So I sent a screenshot of my phone to the police, and there was nothing they could do. 

    It was not until the next week that the park issued the application for our permit, but it was a long process, and a very confusing process.

    We applied online, we faxed it in, we applied for a waiver, we tried to get more information about our trip.

    And finally, on Tuesday, October 8, we got a phone call from the police that said that they had received a permit.

    And they said that we could go on the hike.

    I told my husband that it was going to be a really strange trip.

    We did it. 

    After our hike, I got an email that said we were allowed to hike and it said that it would be three hours of walking, which was about eight miles. 

    But the next night, we were told we could not do anything, because the permit had expired, and no longer would the permit allow us to hike.

    The next day I called our friend in Arizona and she told us that they would not let us hike in that park because we had an expired permit. 

    At this point, I didn´t want to make this decision.

    I had never been to Tucson, and it was only recently that I had gotten to know the city, so I wanted to see how much I knew about the city before making a decision. 

    So, the next Saturday, we decided to hike the Appalachian Trail.

    We were planning to start out from the Big Bend Trailhead at the top of the mountain, which we were supposed to do on the Appalachian trail.

    But it seemed to me that the Appalachian was easier to hike than the Big Bang Trail, and so