
Isaac Fitzgerald is in a sorry state. He’s been drinking a lot and praying a lot. He’s about to turn 40, he’s not married, he’s had a bad break up, has no job and, worst of all, he’s back in the middle of dreary Massachusetts visiting his family. His — let’s say difficult — father, and his mother, who’s dealing with mental illness, still live in the old family farmhouse taking care of Fitzgerald’s centenarian grandmother. It’s a scene straight out of Ethan Frome, but after the sledding accident.
Fitzgerald knows he’s got to do something with his life and quick — or else. So what does he decide to do? Walk the entirety of the Johnny Appleseed Trail of North Central Massachusetts, naturally.
And so begins Fitzgerald’s new book, American Rambler.
With a tent, a tarp, hiking boots, even a ride snagged from his dad, he finds himself at the Johnny Appleseed Visitors’ Center next to “‘The Big Apple of New England,’ a ten-foot-tall red apple that is ‘the largest apple sculpture of its kind in all of New England.'” Looking for the trailhead and wondering how many other big apple sculptures there could be, he soon discovers there is no trailhead because there is no trail. It’s all just a tourist trap. And now he’s stuck there along the side of Rt. 2 in Leominster, 25 miles from his parents’ home. It’s the perfect loserish beginning to a truly loserish plan.
Why Johnny Appleseed? The iconic barefoot American arborist and Swedenborgian proselytizer, whose real name was John Chapman, grew up just down the road from Fitzgerald’s “run-down family farm.” But the real inspiration to follow in Chapman’s footsteps wasn’t about the legendary stuff he’d learned as a child; rather, it was the walking. As he describes it: “In a way, prayer and walking have a bit in common. A repetition. A solitude. They’re both ways of getting out of one’s own head—or at least away from one’s more perilous thoughts, if only for a little while. (Drinking, come to think of it, has a similar effect.)” An escape route, in other words.

