Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Update- Closing in on Monson, Maine
Coach and the Professor will arrive in Monson, Maine tomorrow, leaving them LESS THAN 120 miles from the FINISH.
Photo courtesy of Manager Mike, taken June 21, 2011 somewhere in rural Maine.
From the Journals: DAY 110, June 13
Coach
Ethan Pond Shelter - Lakes of the Cloud Hut: 13.9mi
Easy start this morning, until we had to hike out of Crawford's Notch. The hike out was more like a climb out. The weather made it more difficult. Looked forward to more hut hopping for soup and bread. I think I am actually gaining weight now. Tonight we are doing a work for stay at one of the huts. The weather at the summit of Mt. Washington looks really bad. Basically, it will be in the 30's with strong winds and gusts up to 50mph. The windchill will be in the teens. Can't wait!
Professor
We are so excited about the huts here in the Whites that we basically woke up thinking about hot soup. 10 miles to the next hut...What kind of soup will they have?... Do you think they will hook us up with some free bread?... We asked each other these questions as we hiked. After dropping down from Ethan Pond into Crawford Notch and NH302, we started climbing arguably the steepest ascent yet of the trip.
Roughly 3.6 miles of hand over foot rock scrambling and cliff climbing. With our packs, it was incredibly difficult...shaky thighs, burning calves...keep pushing, keep pushing, loosen your chest strap so you can take deeper breaths, blood rushes to your muscles in support. My heart pumps, thumps, it feels strong about almost 1,900 miles of hiking...keep pushing, I can feel my feet starting to cramp, the arch of my foot wants to cramp in a ball of pain and curl my foot into a claw in my wet, smelly shoes... keep pushing, drink water to avoid the cramps in my calves and feet.
Cold, wet, wind. It's hard to regulate your body temperature in this weather. Coat on, coat off. Hat on, hat off. Gloves on, gloves off. Fleece on, fleece off. Etc, etc. So on and so forth. Constantly putting on and taking off our sweaty wet layers.
Finally, Mizpah shelter, soup, bread, brownies, free! They like thru-hikers around here, it's awesome! Climbed above the tree line again entering the Presidential Range of the Whites. High elevation, white out, then brief view, then white out, then rain, then quick view, climb, climb, climb, Ridge.
Lakes of the Cloud Hut, just below the summit of Mt. Washington. Work for stay - Free dinner (1 pancake, lemonade, coffee, 2 bowls of soup, salad, 1/4 loaf of bread, chicken, rice, green beans, 2 pieces of apple cake, cranberry juice), sleep on dining room floor. They liked us, we only cleaned for 20 minutes after dinner.
Ethan Pond Shelter - Lakes of the Cloud Hut: 13.9mi
Easy start this morning, until we had to hike out of Crawford's Notch. The hike out was more like a climb out. The weather made it more difficult. Looked forward to more hut hopping for soup and bread. I think I am actually gaining weight now. Tonight we are doing a work for stay at one of the huts. The weather at the summit of Mt. Washington looks really bad. Basically, it will be in the 30's with strong winds and gusts up to 50mph. The windchill will be in the teens. Can't wait!
Professor
We are so excited about the huts here in the Whites that we basically woke up thinking about hot soup. 10 miles to the next hut...What kind of soup will they have?... Do you think they will hook us up with some free bread?... We asked each other these questions as we hiked. After dropping down from Ethan Pond into Crawford Notch and NH302, we started climbing arguably the steepest ascent yet of the trip.
Roughly 3.6 miles of hand over foot rock scrambling and cliff climbing. With our packs, it was incredibly difficult...shaky thighs, burning calves...keep pushing, keep pushing, loosen your chest strap so you can take deeper breaths, blood rushes to your muscles in support. My heart pumps, thumps, it feels strong about almost 1,900 miles of hiking...keep pushing, I can feel my feet starting to cramp, the arch of my foot wants to cramp in a ball of pain and curl my foot into a claw in my wet, smelly shoes... keep pushing, drink water to avoid the cramps in my calves and feet.
Cold, wet, wind. It's hard to regulate your body temperature in this weather. Coat on, coat off. Hat on, hat off. Gloves on, gloves off. Fleece on, fleece off. Etc, etc. So on and so forth. Constantly putting on and taking off our sweaty wet layers.
Finally, Mizpah shelter, soup, bread, brownies, free! They like thru-hikers around here, it's awesome! Climbed above the tree line again entering the Presidential Range of the Whites. High elevation, white out, then brief view, then white out, then rain, then quick view, climb, climb, climb, Ridge.
Lakes of the Cloud Hut, just below the summit of Mt. Washington. Work for stay - Free dinner (1 pancake, lemonade, coffee, 2 bowls of soup, salad, 1/4 loaf of bread, chicken, rice, green beans, 2 pieces of apple cake, cranberry juice), sleep on dining room floor. They liked us, we only cleaned for 20 minutes after dinner.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
From the Journals: DAY 109, June 12
Coach
Garfield Ridge Shelter - Ethan Pond Shelter: 15.2 mi
After being packed in like sardines, we were actually one of the last ones to leave in the morning. The conditions yesterday didn't make us want to get back out in it. We had heard today was going to be worse than yesterday, but it turned out to not be nearly as bad. It still rained, but most drizzled all day. We also didn't have to go on any exposed ridgelines. Despite the weather, the day was actually really good and a big morale booster. We still got in 15 miles in the Whites, which is good by itself, but we also got to eat a lot of food. We started the morning by crushing oatmeal cookies our friend Anne made for us in our oatmeal. Later that morning we stopped in at a hut where we got 2 bowls of soup, which we added our lunch meat to, cake and coffee. Next, we hiked 6 miles to the next hut. There we ate another bowl of soup, carrot cake, and a lot of bread. The bread was amazing, the girl serving food really hooked us up. We finally ended the day with dinner. Tonight, we had our usual Alpine Aire dinner with a bagel, a mass produced oatmeal creme pie, and more of Anne's cookies. It was a good day and good food. As I write this I am already hungry again.
Professor
We were in a shelter that sleeps 12... with 14 people in it, wet, cold, and generally trying to look past how miserable we all really were. I shook almost uncontrollably when I brushed my teeth. Sardine lineup: A couple (2), Solo, ultra-lite dude (1), Coach and Prof (2), Maine girls (2), French Canadians (4), 3 dudes on the end (3). I was jammed between Coach and a pole with wet jackets hanging up, dripping. Today, I was thankful for: Soup at huts (vegetable chowder and tomato), Bread, carrot cake, coffee cake, coffee, Anne's oatmeal cookies. We ate like kings, the rain held off, we were warm, we felt strong again. Tomorrow we begin our two day ascent to Mt. Washington and perform our first "work for stay" at the White Mountain Presidential Range Hut.
Garfield Ridge Shelter - Ethan Pond Shelter: 15.2 mi
After being packed in like sardines, we were actually one of the last ones to leave in the morning. The conditions yesterday didn't make us want to get back out in it. We had heard today was going to be worse than yesterday, but it turned out to not be nearly as bad. It still rained, but most drizzled all day. We also didn't have to go on any exposed ridgelines. Despite the weather, the day was actually really good and a big morale booster. We still got in 15 miles in the Whites, which is good by itself, but we also got to eat a lot of food. We started the morning by crushing oatmeal cookies our friend Anne made for us in our oatmeal. Later that morning we stopped in at a hut where we got 2 bowls of soup, which we added our lunch meat to, cake and coffee. Next, we hiked 6 miles to the next hut. There we ate another bowl of soup, carrot cake, and a lot of bread. The bread was amazing, the girl serving food really hooked us up. We finally ended the day with dinner. Tonight, we had our usual Alpine Aire dinner with a bagel, a mass produced oatmeal creme pie, and more of Anne's cookies. It was a good day and good food. As I write this I am already hungry again.
Professor
We were in a shelter that sleeps 12... with 14 people in it, wet, cold, and generally trying to look past how miserable we all really were. I shook almost uncontrollably when I brushed my teeth. Sardine lineup: A couple (2), Solo, ultra-lite dude (1), Coach and Prof (2), Maine girls (2), French Canadians (4), 3 dudes on the end (3). I was jammed between Coach and a pole with wet jackets hanging up, dripping. Today, I was thankful for: Soup at huts (vegetable chowder and tomato), Bread, carrot cake, coffee cake, coffee, Anne's oatmeal cookies. We ate like kings, the rain held off, we were warm, we felt strong again. Tomorrow we begin our two day ascent to Mt. Washington and perform our first "work for stay" at the White Mountain Presidential Range Hut.
From the Journals: DAY 108, June 11
Coach
Franconia Notch Visitor Center - Garfield Ridge Shelter: 10.0mi
This day was by far the hardest one we have had. It began with a resupply, which combined with our cold weather gear change made our packs heavier than they have been in a while. Then we had to hike up to the ridgeline and over 2 summits. Although it was only 10 miles, it was a lot of up. I knew were in trouble when it felt difficult to hike up a small incline on a bike path out of the Visitor Center. It only got more difficult after that. The fact that we were hiking through heavy rain meant we were soaked to the bone. The Professor was really cold. I only got really cold once we reached the first summit. After arriving to the summit, we got to hike on an exposed ridgeline for over 2 miles up and over the second summit. On this exposed ridgeline, we got to endure rain and strong winds. Winds with gusts up to 45mph. The wind chill was 28 degrees, according to a weather report we saw from Mt. Washington. Needless to say, it wasn't a very good time. All I could think about was getting to the shelter and to get dry and crawl into my 0 degree sleeping bag that I am very thankful I brought back. Of course, when we got to the shelter, it was pretty packed, since everybody goes for shelter in bad weather in the mountains. The full shelter and bad weather reminded me of the Smokies. We packed in like Sardines. The Professor was next to a group of French Canadians and I was next to a girl who asked me if my foot was "O.K."? after she noticed me cleaning them. I can only take that as a good sign. It was a cold night. Basically, the most positive thing from today is that chances are very strong it can only get better after this day.
Professor
Today went south, so fast I almost had a psychological meltdown. It certainly rates in the top 2 to 3 moments when I seriously thought about quitting. Saving graces:
1. Thoughts of finishing for Lindsay
2. Anne Farra's cookies and bourbon
3. The fact that Coach didn't like the idea of taking a side trail off the ridge and down into the tree line to a parking area
4. Remembering to eat
5. Moving to stay warm
6. Concentrating on blazes so as not to get lost
7. Elijah Craig 18 year from Manager Mike/Hell Hound
8. Remembering all the people who are helping, supporting, and sending their love to us
9. Not having to pay for the shelter
Franconia Notch Visitor Center - Garfield Ridge Shelter: 10.0mi
This day was by far the hardest one we have had. It began with a resupply, which combined with our cold weather gear change made our packs heavier than they have been in a while. Then we had to hike up to the ridgeline and over 2 summits. Although it was only 10 miles, it was a lot of up. I knew were in trouble when it felt difficult to hike up a small incline on a bike path out of the Visitor Center. It only got more difficult after that. The fact that we were hiking through heavy rain meant we were soaked to the bone. The Professor was really cold. I only got really cold once we reached the first summit. After arriving to the summit, we got to hike on an exposed ridgeline for over 2 miles up and over the second summit. On this exposed ridgeline, we got to endure rain and strong winds. Winds with gusts up to 45mph. The wind chill was 28 degrees, according to a weather report we saw from Mt. Washington. Needless to say, it wasn't a very good time. All I could think about was getting to the shelter and to get dry and crawl into my 0 degree sleeping bag that I am very thankful I brought back. Of course, when we got to the shelter, it was pretty packed, since everybody goes for shelter in bad weather in the mountains. The full shelter and bad weather reminded me of the Smokies. We packed in like Sardines. The Professor was next to a group of French Canadians and I was next to a girl who asked me if my foot was "O.K."? after she noticed me cleaning them. I can only take that as a good sign. It was a cold night. Basically, the most positive thing from today is that chances are very strong it can only get better after this day.
Professor
Today went south, so fast I almost had a psychological meltdown. It certainly rates in the top 2 to 3 moments when I seriously thought about quitting. Saving graces:
1. Thoughts of finishing for Lindsay
2. Anne Farra's cookies and bourbon
3. The fact that Coach didn't like the idea of taking a side trail off the ridge and down into the tree line to a parking area
4. Remembering to eat
5. Moving to stay warm
6. Concentrating on blazes so as not to get lost
7. Elijah Craig 18 year from Manager Mike/Hell Hound
8. Remembering all the people who are helping, supporting, and sending their love to us
9. Not having to pay for the shelter
From the Journals: DAY 107, June 10
Coach
Franconia Notch Visitor Center - Glencliff: 25.9mi
-Rough terrain
-Beautiful views
-Wrong turn = additional 3/4 mi
-Ate half a jar of peanut butter on Mt. Moosilauke
-Worried about ankle
-Mud Elephant's bday with some Wild Turkey
Professor
Corn beef hash, award winning maple syrup. Lesson: listen to guys with grey beards. Lost in the Whites. Found in the Whites. Marathon in the Whites. (almost 27 miles). Met some Southbounders, they were really skinny, I think Coach and I eat well. Pushing up a hill. Big push. Finally feeling strong. I think I'm finally getting into trail shape, I don't want to speak too soon though. The elevation and weather in the Whites are incredibly difficult. We worried Fat Chap, because we were a little later than "planned." We drank Wild Turkey with Mud Elephant, it was his birthday. Had frozen pizza and ice cream.
Franconia Notch Visitor Center - Glencliff: 25.9mi
-Rough terrain
-Beautiful views
-Wrong turn = additional 3/4 mi
-Ate half a jar of peanut butter on Mt. Moosilauke
-Worried about ankle
-Mud Elephant's bday with some Wild Turkey
Professor
Corn beef hash, award winning maple syrup. Lesson: listen to guys with grey beards. Lost in the Whites. Found in the Whites. Marathon in the Whites. (almost 27 miles). Met some Southbounders, they were really skinny, I think Coach and I eat well. Pushing up a hill. Big push. Finally feeling strong. I think I'm finally getting into trail shape, I don't want to speak too soon though. The elevation and weather in the Whites are incredibly difficult. We worried Fat Chap, because we were a little later than "planned." We drank Wild Turkey with Mud Elephant, it was his birthday. Had frozen pizza and ice cream.
From the Journals: DAY 106, June 9
Coach
Ore Hill Shelter - Hostel in Glencliff: 7.6 mi
Due to a logistical error and a thunderstorm in the afternoon, we ended up staying at the hostel. The guys running the place were awesome. They basically did what Kentucky Greybeard did for us in the Smokies, proving my theory that you always listen to a guy with a big grey beard. They suggested to make up miles we should slack pack 26 miles southbound. Apparently they didn't normally suggest this idea because the terrain is very rugged, but I guess our resume passed the litmus test. So, big day tomorrow. We also passed out at 4pm for a 3 hour nap only to wake up, eat dinner, and go back to sleep. I am pretty sure we were extremely fatigued. Tomorrow will put us back on track.
Professor
Coach's dad said "Sometimes you have to go slow to go fast." This has calmed my anxiety a little about our progress. Between injuries (mine and Coach) and logistic nightmares, our plans seem to change daily. I mean, when you think about it, we are trying to tackle something with so many impossible to predict variables that our "plan" is really an ever changing daily guideline...almost an hourly changing guideline. The further we hike North, the more impossible is the "plan."
Right now I am laying in a bunk in the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire that we were forced to stay in because we were waiting for the Post Office (I say Post Office loosely because it was really an old ladies home with a flag out front) to open so we could bring back some winter gear for the Whites, which we are entering tomorrow. As we waited in 90 degree weather for our winter gear (which felt absurd), dirty, bug bitten, or should I say bug ravaged, deet covered sweat mixed in with mud and last night's thunderstorm, another thunderstorm hit and forced us into the Hostel. This was not a part of the "plan."
In the hostel, we met Mud Elephant and Fat Chap. Thru-hikers from the past and apparently very experienced hikers of the Whites. Fat Chap stroked his long grey beard and helped us formulate a new "plan."
At 4:45am I am supposed to wake him up out of his Winnebago, after which he insists on taking us to a breakfast joint because they open at 5am, then to the Franconia Notch, from where we will be hopefully slackpacking southbound (over the Whites) 25 miles back to this hostel. So it appears our Northbound Thru-Hike will include a 26 mile southbound section.
Ore Hill Shelter - Hostel in Glencliff: 7.6 mi
Due to a logistical error and a thunderstorm in the afternoon, we ended up staying at the hostel. The guys running the place were awesome. They basically did what Kentucky Greybeard did for us in the Smokies, proving my theory that you always listen to a guy with a big grey beard. They suggested to make up miles we should slack pack 26 miles southbound. Apparently they didn't normally suggest this idea because the terrain is very rugged, but I guess our resume passed the litmus test. So, big day tomorrow. We also passed out at 4pm for a 3 hour nap only to wake up, eat dinner, and go back to sleep. I am pretty sure we were extremely fatigued. Tomorrow will put us back on track.
Professor
Coach's dad said "Sometimes you have to go slow to go fast." This has calmed my anxiety a little about our progress. Between injuries (mine and Coach) and logistic nightmares, our plans seem to change daily. I mean, when you think about it, we are trying to tackle something with so many impossible to predict variables that our "plan" is really an ever changing daily guideline...almost an hourly changing guideline. The further we hike North, the more impossible is the "plan."
Right now I am laying in a bunk in the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire that we were forced to stay in because we were waiting for the Post Office (I say Post Office loosely because it was really an old ladies home with a flag out front) to open so we could bring back some winter gear for the Whites, which we are entering tomorrow. As we waited in 90 degree weather for our winter gear (which felt absurd), dirty, bug bitten, or should I say bug ravaged, deet covered sweat mixed in with mud and last night's thunderstorm, another thunderstorm hit and forced us into the Hostel. This was not a part of the "plan."
In the hostel, we met Mud Elephant and Fat Chap. Thru-hikers from the past and apparently very experienced hikers of the Whites. Fat Chap stroked his long grey beard and helped us formulate a new "plan."
At 4:45am I am supposed to wake him up out of his Winnebago, after which he insists on taking us to a breakfast joint because they open at 5am, then to the Franconia Notch, from where we will be hopefully slackpacking southbound (over the Whites) 25 miles back to this hostel. So it appears our Northbound Thru-Hike will include a 26 mile southbound section.
From the Journals: DAY 105, June 8
Coach
Moose Mountain Shelter - Ore Hill Shelter: 24.8mi
Tough day, the terrain is certainly becoming more difficult. I am glad we are dropping what we need to average a day through the Whites. Ate lunch in a fire tower, which was awesome. Bugs were bad all day and we had to hike into the night. I think the nights would be unbearable without the Bivy sacks, courtsey of Professor's Mother in law, thanks Sherry!
Professor
Hot, hot, thunderstorm, bugs, mileage. Yet another day we are hiking until dark, after dark. We are having a lot of trouble getting on a schedule such that allows us to get to a shelter or campsite early. (when it's light). Ran into a couple of other thru-hikers today. First time in a while. They looked emaciated. I think Coach and I eat better than most.
Swamp, swamp, swamp, hot, hot, hot, bugs, bugs, bugs. Thank god for the Bivy sack or we would never get to sleep, no relief.
A giant beetle got caught in my bug bivy with me. I felt it crawling behind my ear next to my head. I killed it.
The heat is so uncomfortable, the deet we lather on ourselves clogs our pores and makes us feel like we are baking ourselves alive...with a marinade of bug poison.
Moose Mountain Shelter - Ore Hill Shelter: 24.8mi
Tough day, the terrain is certainly becoming more difficult. I am glad we are dropping what we need to average a day through the Whites. Ate lunch in a fire tower, which was awesome. Bugs were bad all day and we had to hike into the night. I think the nights would be unbearable without the Bivy sacks, courtsey of Professor's Mother in law, thanks Sherry!
Professor
Hot, hot, thunderstorm, bugs, mileage. Yet another day we are hiking until dark, after dark. We are having a lot of trouble getting on a schedule such that allows us to get to a shelter or campsite early. (when it's light). Ran into a couple of other thru-hikers today. First time in a while. They looked emaciated. I think Coach and I eat better than most.
Swamp, swamp, swamp, hot, hot, hot, bugs, bugs, bugs. Thank god for the Bivy sack or we would never get to sleep, no relief.
A giant beetle got caught in my bug bivy with me. I felt it crawling behind my ear next to my head. I killed it.
The heat is so uncomfortable, the deet we lather on ourselves clogs our pores and makes us feel like we are baking ourselves alive...with a marinade of bug poison.
From the Journals: DAY 104, June 7
Coach
I-89 underpass - Moose Mountain Shelter (New Hampshire): 20.2 mi
Although it was difficult to leave Brittany and Rockstar, we headed out today for the final push. The next 3 weeks are going to quite a challenge. My ankle did recover from the two days rest, but I know it will continue to be a problem until the end. I am going to try to stay with the Professor as long as I can, but the White Mountains are filling me with doubt. It will be the toughest part of the Trail. Highlight of the day was eating gelato in Hanover, NH, people were watching.
Professor
Today we left the slack packing of Brittany and Rock*. I have a very strong feeling that Coach and I will not be hiking together for much longer. Everytime I hear him grimace in pain behind me, I can't help but picture the profile of the Whites that lay in front of us. It totally bums me out...the idea of having to push ahead and basically leave Coach behind. It makes me feel sad like I'm bailing on him...not to mention I would rather not have to tackle 100 mile wilderness totally alone. We walked directly through Dartmouth College in Hanover, NH. (yeah, we're in New Hampshire). Totally surreal experience walking through a beautiful college campus. The students were everywhere, just getting out of school. It's times like these when I feel like an outcast. I'm starting to get tired of feeling that way.
I-89 underpass - Moose Mountain Shelter (New Hampshire): 20.2 mi
Although it was difficult to leave Brittany and Rockstar, we headed out today for the final push. The next 3 weeks are going to quite a challenge. My ankle did recover from the two days rest, but I know it will continue to be a problem until the end. I am going to try to stay with the Professor as long as I can, but the White Mountains are filling me with doubt. It will be the toughest part of the Trail. Highlight of the day was eating gelato in Hanover, NH, people were watching.
Professor
Today we left the slack packing of Brittany and Rock*. I have a very strong feeling that Coach and I will not be hiking together for much longer. Everytime I hear him grimace in pain behind me, I can't help but picture the profile of the Whites that lay in front of us. It totally bums me out...the idea of having to push ahead and basically leave Coach behind. It makes me feel sad like I'm bailing on him...not to mention I would rather not have to tackle 100 mile wilderness totally alone. We walked directly through Dartmouth College in Hanover, NH. (yeah, we're in New Hampshire). Totally surreal experience walking through a beautiful college campus. The students were everywhere, just getting out of school. It's times like these when I feel like an outcast. I'm starting to get tired of feeling that way.
From the Journals: DAY 103, June 6
Coach
VT 12 (Woodstock) - I-89 underpass: 13.8mi
First day back on the Trail after giving the ankle some rest. Starting nice and easy with some slack packing. Things went well, but I am nervous about whether it will hold up in the long run.
Professor
Slacked with Coach today went 14 miles and his ankle was hurting by mile 8 or 9. I think it's becoming apparent to both of us there is a chance we will not be hiking together much longer. It's really bringing a bummer mood over us both. A psychological blow. I don't want to hike a month alone.
VT 12 (Woodstock) - I-89 underpass: 13.8mi
First day back on the Trail after giving the ankle some rest. Starting nice and easy with some slack packing. Things went well, but I am nervous about whether it will hold up in the long run.
Professor
Slacked with Coach today went 14 miles and his ankle was hurting by mile 8 or 9. I think it's becoming apparent to both of us there is a chance we will not be hiking together much longer. It's really bringing a bummer mood over us both. A psychological blow. I don't want to hike a month alone.
From the Journals: DAY 102, June 5
Coach
Woodstock, VT: 0mi
Still hanging out and resting my ankle with Rockstar and Brittany.
Professor
Slacked 20 miles from Kent Pond to Woodstock. I did it in 7.5 hours alone...I just wanted to get it over with so I could be with friends. Coach wanted an extra day for his ankle. Britt fixed us pot roast tonight. Mmmmmm.
Woodstock, VT: 0mi
Still hanging out and resting my ankle with Rockstar and Brittany.
Professor
Slacked 20 miles from Kent Pond to Woodstock. I did it in 7.5 hours alone...I just wanted to get it over with so I could be with friends. Coach wanted an extra day for his ankle. Britt fixed us pot roast tonight. Mmmmmm.
From the Journals: DAY 101, June 4
Coach
Woodstock, VT: 0mi
Got to hang out and rest my ankle with Rockstar and Brittany.
Professor
Today I climbed over Killington. Trail was rough and rugged. It was a good climb to the top...an off season ski lodge stood quiet. It's cold up here. Makes me wonder about the Whites. My feet started hurting today in a very familiar way. My shoes are obviously breaking down. Went 14 miles to a road crossing where Rockstar, Brittany and Coach were supposed to meet me for lunch. I decided it was not worth risking the feet problem in hopes that my shoes had gotten to the Post Office. Unfortunately, they had not arrived. But Rockstar and Brittany offered to slack pack me the next day. So between being lonely and hurting it was impossible to resist the offer. Tonight I am staying at their house. We had porkchops, zucchini and squash. 3 cats, 2 dogs, 2 roommates, Rockstar, Britt, Coach and me. Full House.
Woodstock, VT: 0mi
Got to hang out and rest my ankle with Rockstar and Brittany.
Professor
Today I climbed over Killington. Trail was rough and rugged. It was a good climb to the top...an off season ski lodge stood quiet. It's cold up here. Makes me wonder about the Whites. My feet started hurting today in a very familiar way. My shoes are obviously breaking down. Went 14 miles to a road crossing where Rockstar, Brittany and Coach were supposed to meet me for lunch. I decided it was not worth risking the feet problem in hopes that my shoes had gotten to the Post Office. Unfortunately, they had not arrived. But Rockstar and Brittany offered to slack pack me the next day. So between being lonely and hurting it was impossible to resist the offer. Tonight I am staying at their house. We had porkchops, zucchini and squash. 3 cats, 2 dogs, 2 roommates, Rockstar, Britt, Coach and me. Full House.
From the Journals: DAY 100, June 3
Coach
Peru Peak Shelter - Danby-Landgrove Rd, VT: 7.6mi
Once again, the Professor and I parted ways. It was very sad and I really hope the time off will allow me to finish this adventure with him. He continued on the Trail and hiked to the nearby town of Danby to get picked up by our friend Brittany. My ankle injury is really frustrating. I can still hike, but not the 20+ miles we need to cover a day. I guess time will tell.
Professor
On my own again...
Peru Peak Shelter - Governer Clement shelter: 29.1mi
Coach hiked the first 8 miles with me. Then I left him off at Danby-Landgrove Rd...3 miles outside of Danby, VT. It was odd Danby being where I spent some memorable times as a youth with my Uncle Billy. It was also odd to part ways at that road...Coach hobbling down a forest road, me disappearing back into the woods. I didn't like it. I hope the rest he gets this weekend will get him back in the game for good.
We woke up cold this morning, couldn't have been more than 45 degrees. Today was beautiful, lonely, and sad. 21 miles is a long way to think. As I get further North I find that I become more reflective. This has been such a long journey.
Peru Peak Shelter - Danby-Landgrove Rd, VT: 7.6mi
Once again, the Professor and I parted ways. It was very sad and I really hope the time off will allow me to finish this adventure with him. He continued on the Trail and hiked to the nearby town of Danby to get picked up by our friend Brittany. My ankle injury is really frustrating. I can still hike, but not the 20+ miles we need to cover a day. I guess time will tell.
Professor
On my own again...
Peru Peak Shelter - Governer Clement shelter: 29.1mi
Coach hiked the first 8 miles with me. Then I left him off at Danby-Landgrove Rd...3 miles outside of Danby, VT. It was odd Danby being where I spent some memorable times as a youth with my Uncle Billy. It was also odd to part ways at that road...Coach hobbling down a forest road, me disappearing back into the woods. I didn't like it. I hope the rest he gets this weekend will get him back in the game for good.
We woke up cold this morning, couldn't have been more than 45 degrees. Today was beautiful, lonely, and sad. 21 miles is a long way to think. As I get further North I find that I become more reflective. This has been such a long journey.
From the Journals: DAY 99, June 2
Coach
Stratton Mountain - Peru Peak Shelter: 23.9 mi
I was wondering when it was going to happen again and today coming off Bromley Mtn I reaggravated my ankle injury. The last couple miles were painful. We made the decision to take advantage of the fact that we had friends in the area. They agreed to come pick me up so my ankle could have time to recover. While I rest, the Professor will continue to hike, so he can stay on schedule. I will come back and slack pack this area after we finish.
Professor
We got off the mountain quick this morning. High winds and threat of a storm looming. It was cold. Colder than I've felt since Virginia. We pushed out for a while but Coach's ankle started hurting again and we had to pull up a shelter short of our goal. We've decided to separate again. He's going to pull off and get picked up by Rockstar and Britt, our friends from college. We are very lucky that they live in the area and can help us out.
Stratton Mountain - Peru Peak Shelter: 23.9 mi
I was wondering when it was going to happen again and today coming off Bromley Mtn I reaggravated my ankle injury. The last couple miles were painful. We made the decision to take advantage of the fact that we had friends in the area. They agreed to come pick me up so my ankle could have time to recover. While I rest, the Professor will continue to hike, so he can stay on schedule. I will come back and slack pack this area after we finish.
Professor
We got off the mountain quick this morning. High winds and threat of a storm looming. It was cold. Colder than I've felt since Virginia. We pushed out for a while but Coach's ankle started hurting again and we had to pull up a shelter short of our goal. We've decided to separate again. He's going to pull off and get picked up by Rockstar and Britt, our friends from college. We are very lucky that they live in the area and can help us out.
From the Journals: DAY 98, June 1
Coach
Hell Hollow Brook - Stratton Mtn: 23.1 mi
Made another big mistake concerning food. I didn't bring enough and have to ration. It really affected my energy level. I felt like I was dragging all day. We did some cowboy camping on a mountain. The winds are very strong.
Professor
Stratton Mountain- HARD!
Crazy flash boom storm in the afternoon. We got wet but were able to hole up in a shelter for 20 or 30 minutes with a chaperoned group of high schoolers...Stratton was a long climb at the end of a day. Firetower, crazy winds, camped illegally on top of the mountain. Coach was not feeling good, did not sleep well.
Hell Hollow Brook - Stratton Mtn: 23.1 mi
Made another big mistake concerning food. I didn't bring enough and have to ration. It really affected my energy level. I felt like I was dragging all day. We did some cowboy camping on a mountain. The winds are very strong.
Professor
Stratton Mountain- HARD!
Crazy flash boom storm in the afternoon. We got wet but were able to hole up in a shelter for 20 or 30 minutes with a chaperoned group of high schoolers...Stratton was a long climb at the end of a day. Firetower, crazy winds, camped illegally on top of the mountain. Coach was not feeling good, did not sleep well.
From the Journals: DAY 97, May 31
Coach
Williamstown, MA - Hell Hollow Brook: 21.7mi
Made a good push out of Williamstown. Nothing too exciting, but we did use the Bivy sacks thanks to Professor's Mother in law, Sherry. They will no doubt prove to be worth their weight in gold.
Professor
We saw a MOOSE! Entered Vermont and started hiking on the "Long Trail" which coincides with the AT for over a hundred miles, then peels off and goes to the Canadian border. The foliage is so dense now that we are full on into Summer we almost ran smack into the face of a moose. I'm in my bivy sack, it works great! Thanks Sherry! Feels kinda crazy we needed to push out some miles today so we pushed almost until dark. The only place we could find to camp is a mosquito and black fly infested area next to a stream. Made a fire and put some half wet wood on it to create smoke to keep bugs at bay while we ate dinner.
Williamstown, MA - Hell Hollow Brook: 21.7mi
Made a good push out of Williamstown. Nothing too exciting, but we did use the Bivy sacks thanks to Professor's Mother in law, Sherry. They will no doubt prove to be worth their weight in gold.
Professor
We saw a MOOSE! Entered Vermont and started hiking on the "Long Trail" which coincides with the AT for over a hundred miles, then peels off and goes to the Canadian border. The foliage is so dense now that we are full on into Summer we almost ran smack into the face of a moose. I'm in my bivy sack, it works great! Thanks Sherry! Feels kinda crazy we needed to push out some miles today so we pushed almost until dark. The only place we could find to camp is a mosquito and black fly infested area next to a stream. Made a fire and put some half wet wood on it to create smoke to keep bugs at bay while we ate dinner.
From the Journals: DAY 96, May 30
Coach
Williamstown, MA: 0mi
-Awesome Indian food
-Resting up for strong push
-Restored hope in humanity
Professor
Some days just don't turn out like you think they will...Waking up at Doug and Jane's was surreal. Very restful, very feng shui. It kind of makes me realize how hard we are being on our bodies. I'm looking forward to having a couch to sit on again. Note to self: 12 doughnuts and 6 doughnut holes is too many for two people. I don't care who you are.
Williamstown, MA: 0mi
-Awesome Indian food
-Resting up for strong push
-Restored hope in humanity
Professor
Some days just don't turn out like you think they will...Waking up at Doug and Jane's was surreal. Very restful, very feng shui. It kind of makes me realize how hard we are being on our bodies. I'm looking forward to having a couch to sit on again. Note to self: 12 doughnuts and 6 doughnut holes is too many for two people. I don't care who you are.
From the Journals: DAY 95, May 29
Coach
Cheshire, MA - Williamstown, MA: 14.1mi
Lindsay slack packed us again today. The sun was out and made the first part of the day a little tough, but we were back in form by the end of the day. We stayed the night with a couple, Doug and Jane, who were friends of a friend of the Professor's grandmother. They were very gracious hosts, who entertained and fed us very well. It is hard to explain how many awesome people we have met on this adventure.
Professor
Slack Packin' with Lindsay over Mt. Greylock, highest peak in Maine! Thank you Jane and Doug for an amazing and relaxing time at your beautiful home!
From the Journals: DAY 94, May 28
Coach
Campsite - Dalton, MA: 7.8mi
Campsite - Dalton, MA: 7.8mi
Dalton, MA - Cheshire, MA: 8.0mi
Last night I hiked until dark and then got to camp in a swamp. On a positive note, I got on the Trail by 5:30am and was able to get to Dalton early in the morning. It was good to see the Professor again. We ate an awesome breakfast and then Lindsay slack packed us 8 more miles. We only took a bottle of water and trail ran the whole thing in 2 hours. After the reunion spirits were high and only continued to soar when we went to the Professor's cousin's house for ribs. These ribs and for that matter all the food was amazing. Thanks Jeff and Micki it was an awesome morale booster.
Professor
Coach catches up this morning, I'm impressed he's a manimal, but the Team is back together. Ate steak and eggs and directly trail ran 8 miles without pack to meet Lindsay and drive to cousin's house. THANK YOU Jeff and Micki for a wonderful time! *Best Ribs Award to Cousin Jeff* Saw Aunt Marylynn and played catch with Jayden and Tyler (Gavin was catching worms).
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
From the Journals: DAY 93, May 27
Coach
N. Wilcox Mountain Shelter - Outside Dalton, MA: 26.7 mi
Last night I was attacked and harassed by mice all night long. They were bold and were not easily scared off. The first time one woke me, it was getting into one of my bags. When I moved the bag, it just started at me. I didn't move at all. It was almost like he was letting me know I was in his territory and that I was in for a long night. As one can imagine, I didn't get a lot of rest. As a result, I was tired all day. I was tired, but I did manage another good mileage day. The push today means that if I get another early start I will be in Dalton to eat breakfast with Professor and Lindsay.
Professor
I emerged behind an old lumber yard, across some train tracks, and onto Depot Street. I knew that in less than 20 minutes I would be in a Tavern, pint in hand, dirty as all get out, Friday night, waiting for Lindsay. When people stare at me, I stare back until they look away. I think it's an animal thing.
This morning, just as the sun was cresting over the pond, the cabin was filled with the smell of blueberry pancakes, butter and real maple sugar. I ate seven, I could have eaten more, but I knew I had a hill to climb. Later as I was starving I wish I had taken the two extra pancakes being pushed on me. I ate peanut butter instead. Dalton, Dalton, Dalton...that's all I thought of...I went hours without knowing I was hiking...Dalton, daydreaming of Dalton.
Here I sit, my shirt looks like blue and white tie-dye from my sweat stains from the last 5 days. My legs are covered in mud, my beard...well my beard...My pack smells sour from weeks of rain.
N. Wilcox Mountain Shelter - Outside Dalton, MA: 26.7 mi
Last night I was attacked and harassed by mice all night long. They were bold and were not easily scared off. The first time one woke me, it was getting into one of my bags. When I moved the bag, it just started at me. I didn't move at all. It was almost like he was letting me know I was in his territory and that I was in for a long night. As one can imagine, I didn't get a lot of rest. As a result, I was tired all day. I was tired, but I did manage another good mileage day. The push today means that if I get another early start I will be in Dalton to eat breakfast with Professor and Lindsay.
Professor
I emerged behind an old lumber yard, across some train tracks, and onto Depot Street. I knew that in less than 20 minutes I would be in a Tavern, pint in hand, dirty as all get out, Friday night, waiting for Lindsay. When people stare at me, I stare back until they look away. I think it's an animal thing.
This morning, just as the sun was cresting over the pond, the cabin was filled with the smell of blueberry pancakes, butter and real maple sugar. I ate seven, I could have eaten more, but I knew I had a hill to climb. Later as I was starving I wish I had taken the two extra pancakes being pushed on me. I ate peanut butter instead. Dalton, Dalton, Dalton...that's all I thought of...I went hours without knowing I was hiking...Dalton, daydreaming of Dalton.
Here I sit, my shirt looks like blue and white tie-dye from my sweat stains from the last 5 days. My legs are covered in mud, my beard...well my beard...My pack smells sour from weeks of rain.
From the Journals: DAY 92, May 26
Coach
Glen Brook Shelter - North Wilcox Mountain Shelter: 21.4mi
All I wanted to do when I got to the shelter last night was eat and then sleep. However, the shelter had three really drunk guys in it when I arrived. They were friendly and in good spirits. They gave me some vodka and quieted down when they saw me getting ready for bed. It was nice of them. Unfortunately, their drunken snoring prevented me from sleeping. My headlamp was almost out of battery life, so I was stuck until a section hiker couldn't take it anymore. At midnight we packed up and went down the Trail to get some tent platforms. I managed to get some sleep, but was tired for today. Managed to resupply in 2 hrs by skipping laundry. I also gained some more ground on the Professor. Really tired, but I think I might catch him tomorrow if I push hard. It would be 35 miles into Dalton for me.
Professor
East Mtn. Retreat Center - Upper Goose Pond Cabin: 19.0 trail miles (21.0 miles total)
Sitting on a small deck, breeze, at Upper Goose Pond Cabin. This place is a two story cabin with a huge front porch and bunks upstairs. The downstairs consists of a large community sitting area with a big fireplace, chairs, a table, and bookcases filled with old Trail guides and quirky paperback novels. The "Caretaker" is an older Jewish couple, the woman is cooking baked squash and salad and has invited me to eat some, I gladly accept, thinking how nice that will go with my freeze dried chili meal. I also eyeballed a huge bottle of Tobasco sauce on the kitchen table, I've been out of hot sauce for days now.
Today was hot...buggy of course, I sweat a ton. The last few miles felt like they dragged. As soon as I got here I ripped off my clothes and jumped into the big, cold Massachusetts Pond, I was reborn and revitalized.
The thought of Dalton drove me on. My feet hurt a bit earlier today, I'm guessing from my almost 27 miler yesterday.
Glen Brook Shelter - North Wilcox Mountain Shelter: 21.4mi
All I wanted to do when I got to the shelter last night was eat and then sleep. However, the shelter had three really drunk guys in it when I arrived. They were friendly and in good spirits. They gave me some vodka and quieted down when they saw me getting ready for bed. It was nice of them. Unfortunately, their drunken snoring prevented me from sleeping. My headlamp was almost out of battery life, so I was stuck until a section hiker couldn't take it anymore. At midnight we packed up and went down the Trail to get some tent platforms. I managed to get some sleep, but was tired for today. Managed to resupply in 2 hrs by skipping laundry. I also gained some more ground on the Professor. Really tired, but I think I might catch him tomorrow if I push hard. It would be 35 miles into Dalton for me.
Professor
East Mtn. Retreat Center - Upper Goose Pond Cabin: 19.0 trail miles (21.0 miles total)
Sitting on a small deck, breeze, at Upper Goose Pond Cabin. This place is a two story cabin with a huge front porch and bunks upstairs. The downstairs consists of a large community sitting area with a big fireplace, chairs, a table, and bookcases filled with old Trail guides and quirky paperback novels. The "Caretaker" is an older Jewish couple, the woman is cooking baked squash and salad and has invited me to eat some, I gladly accept, thinking how nice that will go with my freeze dried chili meal. I also eyeballed a huge bottle of Tobasco sauce on the kitchen table, I've been out of hot sauce for days now.
Today was hot...buggy of course, I sweat a ton. The last few miles felt like they dragged. As soon as I got here I ripped off my clothes and jumped into the big, cold Massachusetts Pond, I was reborn and revitalized.
The thought of Dalton drove me on. My feet hurt a bit earlier today, I'm guessing from my almost 27 miler yesterday.
From the Journals: DAY 91, May 25
Coach
Pine Swamp Brook Shelter - Glen Brook Shelter: 30.0mi
Got to catch the rabbit!
Got to catch the rabbit!
Professor
Brassie Brook - East Mtn. Retreat Center: 25.3 mi (+ extra 1.5 mi down a road to get here)
I started out the day by immediately climbing two very steep mountains. back to back. I watched the sun rise, not a cloud in the sky. I feel like it has been weeks since that has happened. Then, I descended into a lowland swamp valley of mosquitos. With all the rain, then suddenly a nice sunny day, the mosquitos have blossomed from larvae to swarms. I have little precious bug spray so I used it sparingly, which meant it didn't do a lot since this was one of those situations where you need to submerge yourself in the stuff to make it effective. Bottom line- the mosquitos dictated and ruled the day...You couldn't stop unless there was a breeze, you couldn't open your mouth to breathe, but only through your nose, that way if they managed to make it up your nose you could crush and extract them, you couldn't eat (because that meant stopping), you couldn't look up because they would fly into your eyes more often than when looking down. The mosquitos kamikaze-d your face, eyes, nose, mouth, ears and every inch of skin that either didn't have bug spray on it or wasn't thoroughly covered. They bite straight through your shirt. My only defense was to hike fast. Hiking fast at least made them work for it. I would look over my shoulder and literally see the swarm chasing me. Gives me goose bumps and makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.
Passed Shay's Rebellion Monument in the middle of a field.
Pine Swamp Brook Shelter - Glen Brook Shelter: 30.0mi
Got to catch the rabbit!
Got to catch the rabbit!
Professor
Brassie Brook - East Mtn. Retreat Center: 25.3 mi (+ extra 1.5 mi down a road to get here)
I started out the day by immediately climbing two very steep mountains. back to back. I watched the sun rise, not a cloud in the sky. I feel like it has been weeks since that has happened. Then, I descended into a lowland swamp valley of mosquitos. With all the rain, then suddenly a nice sunny day, the mosquitos have blossomed from larvae to swarms. I have little precious bug spray so I used it sparingly, which meant it didn't do a lot since this was one of those situations where you need to submerge yourself in the stuff to make it effective. Bottom line- the mosquitos dictated and ruled the day...You couldn't stop unless there was a breeze, you couldn't open your mouth to breathe, but only through your nose, that way if they managed to make it up your nose you could crush and extract them, you couldn't eat (because that meant stopping), you couldn't look up because they would fly into your eyes more often than when looking down. The mosquitos kamikaze-d your face, eyes, nose, mouth, ears and every inch of skin that either didn't have bug spray on it or wasn't thoroughly covered. They bite straight through your shirt. My only defense was to hike fast. Hiking fast at least made them work for it. I would look over my shoulder and literally see the swarm chasing me. Gives me goose bumps and makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.
Passed Shay's Rebellion Monument in the middle of a field.
From the Journals: DAY 90, May 24
Coach
Kent, CT - Pine Swamp Brook Shelter: 17.0 mi
Hit the trail at Noon. Quickly realized I needed to be careful and take it easy, when I got to an area called St. John's Lodges. It was a steep rocky descent. It is the type of terrain my ankle hates. Met another thru-hiker at the shelter tonight. I pumped him about other thru-hikers we knew. Can't wait to tell the Professor about what I have learned. Tomorrow, I need to push hard to try and make some ground on the Professor.
Professor
Pine Swamp Brook Shelter - Brassie Brook Shelter: 19.6 mi
Day 11 of rain...although, it seems to have cleared up this afternoon which is awesome because I got to the shelter early. It's the first time the sun has stayed out and shining in what feels like weeks! I have all of my stuff airing out over the picnic table (I'm the only one here right now)- My bag and rain gear smell pretty sour from being wet so much without air out time. Hopefully, this will do them some good. My boots and socks especially need this little bit of sunshine; I was crossing a stream with slippery ice-like rocks and fell in almost up to my knees...
The bottoms of my feet still hurt, still feels like someone taped a pebble to the bottoms and forced me to walk on them for miles and miles...they eventually go numb until the last couple of miles in the day when I let my guard down, pretty much anything over 20 miles they hurt no matter what. I've reserved to the fact that this is how it will be the rest of the trip. It's interesting to watch (and feel) what walking almost 1500 miles does to your body.
I think trail hardened is a myth when you are trying to hike the AT in a little over 4 months...more like trail battered.
The solitude of a hike is incredibly rewarding, but I have to admit, hiking the Trail alone can be lonely. I can't think of the last time I could literally count the words on one hand that I spoke in a day. This is the first night of this entire AT experience, from the gear test until now, that it looks like I'll be completely alone.
Kent, CT - Pine Swamp Brook Shelter: 17.0 mi
Hit the trail at Noon. Quickly realized I needed to be careful and take it easy, when I got to an area called St. John's Lodges. It was a steep rocky descent. It is the type of terrain my ankle hates. Met another thru-hiker at the shelter tonight. I pumped him about other thru-hikers we knew. Can't wait to tell the Professor about what I have learned. Tomorrow, I need to push hard to try and make some ground on the Professor.
Professor
Pine Swamp Brook Shelter - Brassie Brook Shelter: 19.6 mi
Day 11 of rain...although, it seems to have cleared up this afternoon which is awesome because I got to the shelter early. It's the first time the sun has stayed out and shining in what feels like weeks! I have all of my stuff airing out over the picnic table (I'm the only one here right now)- My bag and rain gear smell pretty sour from being wet so much without air out time. Hopefully, this will do them some good. My boots and socks especially need this little bit of sunshine; I was crossing a stream with slippery ice-like rocks and fell in almost up to my knees...
The bottoms of my feet still hurt, still feels like someone taped a pebble to the bottoms and forced me to walk on them for miles and miles...they eventually go numb until the last couple of miles in the day when I let my guard down, pretty much anything over 20 miles they hurt no matter what. I've reserved to the fact that this is how it will be the rest of the trip. It's interesting to watch (and feel) what walking almost 1500 miles does to your body.
I think trail hardened is a myth when you are trying to hike the AT in a little over 4 months...more like trail battered.
The solitude of a hike is incredibly rewarding, but I have to admit, hiking the Trail alone can be lonely. I can't think of the last time I could literally count the words on one hand that I spoke in a day. This is the first night of this entire AT experience, from the gear test until now, that it looks like I'll be completely alone.
From the Journals: DAY 89, May 23
Coach
Mystic, CT: 0mi
My friend, Ross, from Marine Maritime picked me up yesterday and let me stay with him while my ankle recovered. It was good to see him and hang out for a little while. Got to watch the HBO series The Pacific and eat sushi. It was a good time.
Professor
Kent, CT - Pine Swamp Brook Shelter: 16.9 mi
WOW THIS GUY WILL NOT BE QUIET. This is when you realize how nice it is to have two or more people hiking with you. That way when you meet weirdos you can tag team them so that all of the focus of the weirdo is not on you. This guy is really posted up at the shelter. I think he might be homeless, I can't tell if his "section hiker" story is true or not. I've actually had time to get dinner and get all ready for bed BEFORE dark. Awesome!... I just looked three mice in the fact. It seems they are nesting right next to my head. I can hear them. I hope it rains tonight. The shelter has a metal roof...that way I won't hear them run by my head. The guy in the shelter, I've discovered, is obsessed with killing mice. He's setting the traps out now...I went to go to the bathroom and stumbled across a dumpsite of those he has caught....
Mystic, CT: 0mi
My friend, Ross, from Marine Maritime picked me up yesterday and let me stay with him while my ankle recovered. It was good to see him and hang out for a little while. Got to watch the HBO series The Pacific and eat sushi. It was a good time.
Professor
Kent, CT - Pine Swamp Brook Shelter: 16.9 mi
WOW THIS GUY WILL NOT BE QUIET. This is when you realize how nice it is to have two or more people hiking with you. That way when you meet weirdos you can tag team them so that all of the focus of the weirdo is not on you. This guy is really posted up at the shelter. I think he might be homeless, I can't tell if his "section hiker" story is true or not. I've actually had time to get dinner and get all ready for bed BEFORE dark. Awesome!... I just looked three mice in the fact. It seems they are nesting right next to my head. I can hear them. I hope it rains tonight. The shelter has a metal roof...that way I won't hear them run by my head. The guy in the shelter, I've discovered, is obsessed with killing mice. He's setting the traps out now...I went to go to the bathroom and stumbled across a dumpsite of those he has caught....
From the Journals: DAY 88, May 22
Coach
? - Kent, CT: 12.8 mi
- Very upset hikers @ 3am because shelter was full
-Professor and I parting ways for a little while (Sad Day)
I have determined that my ankle needs more recovery time. I am still managing to keep up, but it is painful and not fun. With the half day today, a full Zero Day tomorrow, and a late start Tuesday, I can give my ankle almost a full 48 hours of rest. I think and hope that will do the trick. However, this rest period will put me 21 miles behind the Professor. I hope to catch up with him around Dalton, if all goes well. It will no doubt be weird to hike alone, but I think it will be for the best.
Professor
Today we hiked into Kent. Ross came and picked up Coach for R&R on his sprained ankle. Laundry, icecream, beer, bed and back on the Trail tomorrow.
? - Kent, CT: 12.8 mi
- Very upset hikers @ 3am because shelter was full
-Professor and I parting ways for a little while (Sad Day)
I have determined that my ankle needs more recovery time. I am still managing to keep up, but it is painful and not fun. With the half day today, a full Zero Day tomorrow, and a late start Tuesday, I can give my ankle almost a full 48 hours of rest. I think and hope that will do the trick. However, this rest period will put me 21 miles behind the Professor. I hope to catch up with him around Dalton, if all goes well. It will no doubt be weird to hike alone, but I think it will be for the best.
Professor
Today we hiked into Kent. Ross came and picked up Coach for R&R on his sprained ankle. Laundry, icecream, beer, bed and back on the Trail tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Update- Post Catch-Up to Begin Soon
Due to various injury and of course, the "Whites" of New Hampshire, Coach and the Professor were delayed in sending their journal entries in order to update this Blog. However, the journals are in transit, and as soon as they arrive, the "catch-up" will begin.
Oh, and where are they? Trail Angels Rosemary and John picked up the guys in Pinkham Notch, New Hampshire last night, provided many comforts to the hikers, and then dropped them back off this morning. Despite extremely difficult terrain, temperatures in the 30s (and in the 10s with wind chill), spirits are high. When Rosemary and John pick up the hikers again on June 17th, they will have arrived in Maine, the last state.
Oh, and where are they? Trail Angels Rosemary and John picked up the guys in Pinkham Notch, New Hampshire last night, provided many comforts to the hikers, and then dropped them back off this morning. Despite extremely difficult terrain, temperatures in the 30s (and in the 10s with wind chill), spirits are high. When Rosemary and John pick up the hikers again on June 17th, they will have arrived in Maine, the last state.
Friday, June 3, 2011
From the Journals: DAY 87, May 21
Coach
Tentsite - Who Cares!: 26.7mi
NO FUN!
Professor
It has now rained for 8 consecutive days. We haven't had the opportunity to really dry out. Everything is some form of wet or damp. Sloppiest trail to date. Soggy socks, soggy shoes. Miniature goats baaaaa-ing behind Coach and I as we walked down a country road. Folks marveled at the spectacle. Today was a total grind out sloppy push battle through mud and slippery rocks. Almost 27 miles today, over about 14 hours. Took a spill on some rocks. Have a sweet bruise on my right leg now. Dijon chicken for dinner, almost 1,000 calories along with the honey bun it should push it over the edge. 
From the Journals: DAY 86, May 20
Coach
Ft. Montgomery, NY - Tentsite: 23.4mi
It's all up to you ANKLE BRACE.
Professor
If I was by myself, especially tonight, I have to confess I would be totally creeped out by the setting: abandoned boarded up building in a field. There is an awning to one side with a cement platform that Coach and I are asleep under.
I can tell Coach was in some pain today, we agreed that we would do our best to push in to Kent, CT. Then Coach is going to decide what to do about his ankle.
Ft. Montgomery, NY - Tentsite: 23.4mi
It's all up to you ANKLE BRACE.
Professor
If I was by myself, especially tonight, I have to confess I would be totally creeped out by the setting: abandoned boarded up building in a field. There is an awning to one side with a cement platform that Coach and I are asleep under.
I can tell Coach was in some pain today, we agreed that we would do our best to push in to Kent, CT. Then Coach is going to decide what to do about his ankle.
From the Journals: DAY 85, May 19
Coach
Ft. Montgomery, NY: 0mi
Ankle Brace was purchased. Recovery. AMC disappointed us by running a Matrix marathon instead of showing any good movies today.
Professor
Zero @ West Point. So of course the sun comes out today, but whatever we have all our gear outside in the parking lot and on the sidewalk drying! I'm sure the family owned motel loved that. Lots of West Point grads and their families milling about. Coach and I REALLY stand out. We had a pitcher of margaritas at a mexican restaurant, the Zero Day is becoming less painful.
We resupplied at a Rite Aid. Jimmy Dean Delights, Hot Pockets and Lucky Charms. Watched the Matrix and Terminator 2 on AMC.
Ft. Montgomery, NY: 0mi
Ankle Brace was purchased. Recovery. AMC disappointed us by running a Matrix marathon instead of showing any good movies today.
Professor
Zero @ West Point. So of course the sun comes out today, but whatever we have all our gear outside in the parking lot and on the sidewalk drying! I'm sure the family owned motel loved that. Lots of West Point grads and their families milling about. Coach and I REALLY stand out. We had a pitcher of margaritas at a mexican restaurant, the Zero Day is becoming less painful.
We resupplied at a Rite Aid. Jimmy Dean Delights, Hot Pockets and Lucky Charms. Watched the Matrix and Terminator 2 on AMC.
From the Journals: DAY 84, May 18
Coach
Fingerboard Shelter - Ft. Montgomery, NY: 15.6mi
Well, the morning was indicative of how bad the day would become. We had to cross a flooded stream that ended up finally doing in my left ankle. Apparently, the ankle just couldn't handle jumping from rock to rock across the stream. After the crossing, the ankle quickly deterioated, forcing us off the trail into Ft. Montgomery. The timing was not good; West Point is located here and having graduation this weekend. After several phone calls, we found a place about 20 miles away. Luckily, we looked so pathetic to the taxi driver (34 miles outside NYC mind you) that instead of taking us to the next town, a $40 ride, he took us around to a couple of motels to inquire about vacancies and then only charged us $8. Hopefully, my ankle onlyu needs 1 day of rest.
Professor
Coach is unable to hike. After about 6 or 8 miles I could look up in the mountainside and see Coach trailing behind me. This is unusual. He is almost always a hundred yards in front. When I had to carry his pack I knew we were done and needed to get off the Trail. A state trooper wouldn't help us unless we paid him. The ladies at the Visitor's Center gift shop were helpful, able to get a hold of the Ranger, who took us into Ft. Montgomery, NY about 40 miles outside of NYC. Home of West Point Military Academy, where it was graduation weekend. No vacancies, overcharging, we had the BBQ "Pig Out" meal at a nearby restaurant to make us feel better. Finally found a cheap motel room, had a 12 pack of beer. Try not to think about how few rest days we have left.
Fingerboard Shelter - Ft. Montgomery, NY: 15.6mi
Well, the morning was indicative of how bad the day would become. We had to cross a flooded stream that ended up finally doing in my left ankle. Apparently, the ankle just couldn't handle jumping from rock to rock across the stream. After the crossing, the ankle quickly deterioated, forcing us off the trail into Ft. Montgomery. The timing was not good; West Point is located here and having graduation this weekend. After several phone calls, we found a place about 20 miles away. Luckily, we looked so pathetic to the taxi driver (34 miles outside NYC mind you) that instead of taking us to the next town, a $40 ride, he took us around to a couple of motels to inquire about vacancies and then only charged us $8. Hopefully, my ankle onlyu needs 1 day of rest.
Professor
Coach is unable to hike. After about 6 or 8 miles I could look up in the mountainside and see Coach trailing behind me. This is unusual. He is almost always a hundred yards in front. When I had to carry his pack I knew we were done and needed to get off the Trail. A state trooper wouldn't help us unless we paid him. The ladies at the Visitor's Center gift shop were helpful, able to get a hold of the Ranger, who took us into Ft. Montgomery, NY about 40 miles outside of NYC. Home of West Point Military Academy, where it was graduation weekend. No vacancies, overcharging, we had the BBQ "Pig Out" meal at a nearby restaurant to make us feel better. Finally found a cheap motel room, had a 12 pack of beer. Try not to think about how few rest days we have left.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
From the Journals: DAY 83, May 17
Coach
Wildcat Shelter - Fingerboard Shelter: 14.3mi
-I don't like New York
-More rain
-Resupply
-Postal worker said we looked out of it
-Trail magic back to the trail (ie, ride)
-Left ankle is now an issue
Professor
Finally found our bump box...Had to walk 2.1 miles to the post office on the side of a busy highway in the rain. Apparently, we looked how we felt; even the postal worker lady said something.
Up and down, up and down, that's New York. It's been raining for days. Big rain, slippery rocks.
At the gas station, a man started asking questions about our hike. I asked for a ride back to the Trailhead and we lucked out. He had a crazy Pit Bull in his van that he had to hold back with one hand while driving with the other, in the rain, and looking back at us talking while the Pit Bull was growling - I white knuckled the seat.
Coach's ankle is hurting him tonight.
Wildcat Shelter - Fingerboard Shelter: 14.3mi
-I don't like New York
-More rain
-Resupply
-Postal worker said we looked out of it
-Trail magic back to the trail (ie, ride)
-Left ankle is now an issue
Professor
Finally found our bump box...Had to walk 2.1 miles to the post office on the side of a busy highway in the rain. Apparently, we looked how we felt; even the postal worker lady said something.
Up and down, up and down, that's New York. It's been raining for days. Big rain, slippery rocks.
At the gas station, a man started asking questions about our hike. I asked for a ride back to the Trailhead and we lucked out. He had a crazy Pit Bull in his van that he had to hold back with one hand while driving with the other, in the rain, and looking back at us talking while the Pit Bull was growling - I white knuckled the seat.
Coach's ankle is hurting him tonight.
From the Journals: DAY 82, May 16
Coach
NJ Route 94 - Wildcat Shelter: 17.0mi
-Enjoyed the motel room until the last minute 11am checkout
-RAIN ALL DAY
-Slippery rocks
-Left ankle might be developing into an issue
-Got to shelter after dark
Professor
Saw 2 big black bears today. They bluffed us. I yelled at them.
Tried to hitch a ride back to the Trailhead in the rain this morning- no luck.
It POURED on us!
Late start, didn't want to leave the comfort of the hotel room in the rain. Watched Rules of Engagement this morning waiting out the rain.
The Appalachian Motel is not very hiker friendly. Even though it was pouring, they wouldn't give us a ride the 1.8 miles back to the Trailhead. They were actually kind of jerks, and totally price gouged us to do laundry. Made us pay $11 for 1 load of laundry (They knew the alternative, hike 5 miles in the rain...).
Rocks were wicked slippery today. Got to the shelter really late (9pm), disturbed some older ladies, not anything we could do about it though.
Cooking dinner late, want to go to bed.
My feet hurt.
NJ Route 94 - Wildcat Shelter: 17.0mi
-Enjoyed the motel room until the last minute 11am checkout
-RAIN ALL DAY
-Slippery rocks
-Left ankle might be developing into an issue
-Got to shelter after dark
Professor
Saw 2 big black bears today. They bluffed us. I yelled at them.
Tried to hitch a ride back to the Trailhead in the rain this morning- no luck.
It POURED on us!
Late start, didn't want to leave the comfort of the hotel room in the rain. Watched Rules of Engagement this morning waiting out the rain.
The Appalachian Motel is not very hiker friendly. Even though it was pouring, they wouldn't give us a ride the 1.8 miles back to the Trailhead. They were actually kind of jerks, and totally price gouged us to do laundry. Made us pay $11 for 1 load of laundry (They knew the alternative, hike 5 miles in the rain...).
Rocks were wicked slippery today. Got to the shelter really late (9pm), disturbed some older ladies, not anything we could do about it though.
Cooking dinner late, want to go to bed.
My feet hurt.
From the Journals: DAY 81, May 15
Coach
High Point Shelter - NJ Route 94 (Vernon, NJ): 18.9 mi
-Rain all day on and off
-Burger King visit, $10 spent on value menu
-Ordered a pizza for delivery to get a ride back to the motel
-NJ is one of those states that doesn't allow gas stations and groceries to sell beer
-Enjoyed the volume of my bed, much better than my sleeping bag
-Cupcakes and honey buns
Professor
Raining this morning off and on. Swamps and mud and boardwalks. The leaves are neon green, it's amazing how green it is sometimes. Almost unreal. Hitched a ride into Vernon from a hippie farmer. BK valumeal. Ordered a pizza to be delivered to our hotel and caught a ride with the delivery girl. Watched Man on Fire.
High Point Shelter - NJ Route 94 (Vernon, NJ): 18.9 mi
-Rain all day on and off
-Burger King visit, $10 spent on value menu
-Ordered a pizza for delivery to get a ride back to the motel
-NJ is one of those states that doesn't allow gas stations and groceries to sell beer
-Enjoyed the volume of my bed, much better than my sleeping bag
-Cupcakes and honey buns
Professor
Raining this morning off and on. Swamps and mud and boardwalks. The leaves are neon green, it's amazing how green it is sometimes. Almost unreal. Hitched a ride into Vernon from a hippie farmer. BK valumeal. Ordered a pizza to be delivered to our hotel and caught a ride with the delivery girl. Watched Man on Fire.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
From the Journals: DAY 80
Coach
Brink Road Shelter - High Point Shelter: 19.6 mi
Got a good start and then blew any time we gained by getting breakfast sandwiches and hanging out at a tavern for a few cold ones. Since we still hit our average, it was well worth the morale boosting it provided. I am very impressed with New Jersey. Yet again, when we got to the shelter people gave us food and we enjoyed 2 cold beers we packed in for dinner. I hope our town experience goes well tomorrow and we can get some much needed AMC time, which is lying in bed watching whatever is on AMC.
Professor
Believe it or not, there was a tavern right next to one of the Trail heads today. @ 10am we had finished 2 cups of coffee, 2 doughnuts (one jelly filled and one chocolate glazed with sprinkles), a giant sausage, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich with double the meat and cheese... and three beers. We also bought a six pack to go and hiked 20 miles. I LOVE NEW JERSEY!
Hit a huge boyscout troop tonight. They cleared the shelter for us and cooked us food! I LOVE NEW JERSEY!
Brink Road Shelter - High Point Shelter: 19.6 mi
Got a good start and then blew any time we gained by getting breakfast sandwiches and hanging out at a tavern for a few cold ones. Since we still hit our average, it was well worth the morale boosting it provided. I am very impressed with New Jersey. Yet again, when we got to the shelter people gave us food and we enjoyed 2 cold beers we packed in for dinner. I hope our town experience goes well tomorrow and we can get some much needed AMC time, which is lying in bed watching whatever is on AMC.
Professor
Believe it or not, there was a tavern right next to one of the Trail heads today. @ 10am we had finished 2 cups of coffee, 2 doughnuts (one jelly filled and one chocolate glazed with sprinkles), a giant sausage, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich with double the meat and cheese... and three beers. We also bought a six pack to go and hiked 20 miles. I LOVE NEW JERSEY!
Hit a huge boyscout troop tonight. They cleared the shelter for us and cooked us food! I LOVE NEW JERSEY!
From the Journals: DAY 79, May 13
Coach
Backpacker campsite - Brink Road Shelter: 20.0 mi
It was nice to be able to hit our average. Although it was still painful most of the day, when we arrived at the shelter a group of New Jersians gave us a whole bunch of Scotch packaged as individual serving sizes. It was great and we had one of our few pain free nights. Another group that we camped next to also gave us some food, so it was basically a great night. It appears people from New Jersey got a really bad rap because of Jersey Shores.
Professor
Backpacker campsite - Brink Road Shelter: 20.0 mi
It was nice to be able to hit our average. Although it was still painful most of the day, when we arrived at the shelter a group of New Jersians gave us a whole bunch of Scotch packaged as individual serving sizes. It was great and we had one of our few pain free nights. Another group that we camped next to also gave us some food, so it was basically a great night. It appears people from New Jersey got a really bad rap because of Jersey Shores.
Professor
Single serving scotch + Wood + Fire = Cool NJ Trail Magic
Met some awesome New Jersey folks out for the weekend. One of the guys was developing an idea that had scotch or whiskey in single serving condiment style packages! It was great. He hooked us up with a bunch. I LOVE NEW JERSEY! (except the mosquitos hit)
From the Journals: DAY 78, May 12
Coach
Kirkridge Shelter - Backpacker Campsite: 11.2mi
Finally OUT of PA, the worst state.
Stone bruises - not fun.
I never thought I would be happy to enter the state of New Jersey.
Professor
7 or so miles into Delaware Water Gap. Coach seems to have some sort of deep stone bruise on his right heel, pretty painful. Showered up at the church hostel. Double order of garlic knots (deep fried garlic bread shaped into little balls with marinara sauce for dipping) and a large pizza with pepperoni and ham - some of the best pizza we've had on the Trail yet. I guess we are starting to get to that part of the country).
HELLO NJ! We are finally finished with Pennsylvania. PA kicked our butts, I hope my feet slowly start to heal a little with easier terrain. I don't care about ups and downs anymore. I just don't want the rocks. The godforsaken rocks.
We are at a good campsite tonight watching the sunset off the ridge, I can hear the Interstate far below..
Kirkridge Shelter - Backpacker Campsite: 11.2mi
Finally OUT of PA, the worst state.
Stone bruises - not fun.
I never thought I would be happy to enter the state of New Jersey.
Professor
7 or so miles into Delaware Water Gap. Coach seems to have some sort of deep stone bruise on his right heel, pretty painful. Showered up at the church hostel. Double order of garlic knots (deep fried garlic bread shaped into little balls with marinara sauce for dipping) and a large pizza with pepperoni and ham - some of the best pizza we've had on the Trail yet. I guess we are starting to get to that part of the country).
HELLO NJ! We are finally finished with Pennsylvania. PA kicked our butts, I hope my feet slowly start to heal a little with easier terrain. I don't care about ups and downs anymore. I just don't want the rocks. The godforsaken rocks.
We are at a good campsite tonight watching the sunset off the ridge, I can hear the Interstate far below..
From the Journals: DAY 77
Coach
Campsite - Kirkridge Shelter: 23.0 mi
After four straight days of draining our Zero Day Account, we finally banked some mileage. However, it came with a lot of pain. It was some tough terrain to make up miles on. I am looking forward to sleeping. Hopefully the pain in my heels won't be so intense in the morning. On another positive note, we will be leaving the rocks of Pennsylvania behind us. Today, I have come to the realization that pain will be my other companion for the rest of the Trail. Also, I really dislike snakes. Yet another reason PA stinks. It is snake country and we saw another one today. There is nothing more a snake loves than a hot rock that has been baking in the sun all day. Just more evidence that the sun is crafty and out to get me any way it can. Forgot to mention only one good water source all day.
Professor
I woke up at 2:30 or 3 in the morning with a giant centipede or millipede on my neck. Wide awake after that one...
Long day today, paying for it now, I wonder about my feet. I have a weird bump on the bottom of each one on the pad of my foot before my toes. It feels like a pebble permanently attached in the middle of my foot.
Staying with Fosters and Youngin tonight. Also, sipping on the bourbon Manager Mike left. It is definitely making the night easier. I forgot to mention that Manager Mike had hard boiled eggs waiting for us at the U-Haul before he left yesterday. I can't tell you how much I crave hard boiled eggs, or even better, deviled eggs. I could house like 30!
Slang terms:
Cameling up = drinking lots of water at springs
Letting your guard down = The realization that the day will end...things start to hurt
Hurty = pain
Poison = bugspray
House = eat
Campsite - Kirkridge Shelter: 23.0 mi
After four straight days of draining our Zero Day Account, we finally banked some mileage. However, it came with a lot of pain. It was some tough terrain to make up miles on. I am looking forward to sleeping. Hopefully the pain in my heels won't be so intense in the morning. On another positive note, we will be leaving the rocks of Pennsylvania behind us. Today, I have come to the realization that pain will be my other companion for the rest of the Trail. Also, I really dislike snakes. Yet another reason PA stinks. It is snake country and we saw another one today. There is nothing more a snake loves than a hot rock that has been baking in the sun all day. Just more evidence that the sun is crafty and out to get me any way it can. Forgot to mention only one good water source all day.
Professor
I woke up at 2:30 or 3 in the morning with a giant centipede or millipede on my neck. Wide awake after that one...
Long day today, paying for it now, I wonder about my feet. I have a weird bump on the bottom of each one on the pad of my foot before my toes. It feels like a pebble permanently attached in the middle of my foot.
Staying with Fosters and Youngin tonight. Also, sipping on the bourbon Manager Mike left. It is definitely making the night easier. I forgot to mention that Manager Mike had hard boiled eggs waiting for us at the U-Haul before he left yesterday. I can't tell you how much I crave hard boiled eggs, or even better, deviled eggs. I could house like 30!
Slang terms:
Cameling up = drinking lots of water at springs
Letting your guard down = The realization that the day will end...things start to hurt
Hurty = pain
Poison = bugspray
House = eat
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