I have never been able to get all that jazzed about spring. For me, it comes along queitly and unnoticed until its too late and it's already 90 degrees. I guess I didn't have a marker, like a holiday, that I associate with its arrival. But now I do. I discovered Whiteblaze this year and became entranced by the thru-hiker journals. I can't wait to follow one or two of this years crop.