Day 28: Superfun(d) and, yep, magic!

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Trish picked me up around 9:30 and took me back to the trailhead. That woman really saved me. I don’t know what I would have done if she hadn’t picked me up the night before!

Day 28 started with a super fun climb out of the Palmerton Superfund Site. The city of Palmerton used to have a Zinc mine, which stripped the mountain of pretty much all its vegetation. There are vegetation restoration efforts happening now, but the climb up the mountain is basically a climb up a giant rock jungle gym. And, despite (or because of) the environmental detestation, it was the most beautiful climb and hike I’ve had since being out here. Because there is no canopy of trees, the views on the ridge stretch on forever. This, combined with sunny weather, made the first five miles of the day go by very quickly! 

There is verrrrryyyy little water on the ridge, so I was happy to find some trail magic water bottles about 5 miles in. I drank two, ate a snack, and carried on.

The next 8 miles were rouggghhhh. My body was tired and the rocks were frustrating. Every step I took had to be calculated so I wouldn’t fall over or roll an ankle, and that got annoying. 

I decided to stop for lunch after the rough stretch and was joined by a guy named Goldstar. He was going to a shelter just about 3 miles past where I was eating lunch, but I was hiking into Wind Gap, PA, which was about 8 miles further.

We hiked the three miles together, which was really helpful to get my mind off how tired I was. He is one of the most hilarious people I’ve met out here. He made me promise that if we saw a rattlesnake that I would take a picture of him holding it. Of course, I said yes. Then I asked him how he was going to do it. He had a plan that included a forked stick. I really hoped we wouldn’t see one. 

After we hiked to the shelter, I continued on the rest of the way to Wind Gap. I walked into town around 6:30 pm. Across the street as I came in was a sports bar. I saw a guy come out from the bar and run across the street toward me. He introduced himself and explained that he was on the committee that made Wind Gap into an official trail town. He told me that the committee was having a meeting that evening at the bar and asked if I would join them for dinner.

Of course, I said YES! The committee showed up, and it included 1) a woman that I had just seen on a billboard while walking into town, 2) a couple of business owners, 3) a former city mayor (the only female mayor in the town’s history, I might add), and 4) the newspaper owner. We all became fast friends, and I sat through their meeting and ate fish tacos. The main topic of the meeting was their annual holiday fundraising concert. 

They paid for my dinner and beer (AMAZING) and the newspaper owner took my picture to put in the paper. HA!! Then, one of the guys gave me a ride to a hotel. Magiccccc!!

Spencer had actually been driving from Kansas while I hiked, and we had planned to meet at the hotel in Wind Gap. He drove the 23 hours in order to surprise his mom who lives in Pennsylvania and to possibly take me home from the trail.

So we are at his mom’s house now resting and having fun. I’m about 95% sure that I am done hiking–my body and mind can’t take much more of it. It’s disappointing to think about quitting and right now, disappointing is really the only word I have to describe the thought. 

I’ll try to collect more of my thoughts over the next couple days and will blog again about the decision.

   Results of the zinc mine…even after growing back for 35 years

  View from the top of the rocks

  Super fun site!
  This is how to dry shoes 

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Day 27: More rocks. More rain. MORE MAGIC!

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I woke up super sore from climbing over all the rocks yesterday, but I was determined to do the 17.7 miles of trail plus a 2 mile blue blaze to Palmerton in order to stay at the FREE Jailhouse Hostel and do some food resupply.

It drizzled most of the morning so I was soaked by about 8 miles in. Fortunately, it didn’t get too wet until after most of the crazy rock climbing on Knife’s Edge and Bake Oven Knob. I completely understand the reason behind the naming of Knife’s Edge, but I don’t understand Bake Oven Knob. Oh well.

Lucky Strike caught me about 12 miles into my day and asked me how far I was going. I told him about the Jailhouse Hostel, and he said, “Somebody told me that place closed.” Apparently somebody vandalized it, and they shut it down. 

I still needed to do a small resupply on food to get me through the next few days, so I decided to go to Palmerton anyway.

I started walking on the BUSY highway into Palmerton not even trying to get a hitch because there were hardly any shoulders and the cars were moving too fast. Pretty soon, though, magic happened. A lady named Trish pulled over and told me to get in. I quickly ran up to the car and lugged my soaking wet pack on top of my lap in the passenger’s seat. Literally as soon as I got in the car, it started down pouring. After introducing ourselves, I told Trish about my lodging predicament and asked if there were any other places to stay in Palmerton. She lives in a town about 5 miles from Palmerton and didn’t know of any place in either Palmerton or the town where she lives. She suggested that I go by the place where the hostel used to be (it turned out to be city hall, not a jail) and ask them for info. But first, she first dropped me off at the grocery sore to resupply. She needed to go by the vet and told me she’d pick me up in a few minutes. I walked to city hall after I was done with the grocery store and found out that the closest place to stay was in a town about 10-15 miles away. 

I got back in the car and told Trish the news. She then offered to drop me off there tonight AND pick me up an take me back to the trail the next morning, which is about a 40 minute round trip for her. What a MIRACLE WOMAN!!

It’s still pouring outside five hours later. But I am warm and dry and happy. I plan to spend the night eating food and blow drying my shoes. 

More pictures, as promised! Still don’t have very good service so not a ton.

 Appalachian Creek after all the rain    

 TONS of old coal mining towns on the trail. You would never know there were towns here 100 years ago because of all the forest regrowth.

Sampling of the rocks on the trail 

   Nice overlook onto PA farmland

Days 25 and 26: Joke’s on me. I found all the rocks.

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Yesterday, I hiked into Port Clinton where I got another hotel room. Hiking from hotel to hotel on the trail is known as platinum blazing. It’s amazing. It wasn’t an awesome day of hiking so I didn’t want to camp. A bed, shower, fish and chips and a DP at the hotel restaurant did me right, and I woke up in a good mood.

Today, I hiked 22.6 miles. My biggest day yet! I felt great for most of it, but I really had to work to finish the last 7 miles. The rocks started kicking my butt yesterday and today. I fell a couple times, but no real harm done–just a couple of scraped chins and a sore hand.

I’m still hanging with a couple of guys I met on my first day back in the trail. Jester, whom I mentioned in previous blogs, and Lucky Strike, because he has no filter, and I keep running into each other. It was a good group of folks at camp tonight, and someone even made a fire!

I met TnT, another German hiker today. Jester filmed him making dinner for his documentary because of his strange eating habits. For breakfast AND dinner every day, he makes a meal of six fudge poptarts, oatmeal, water, and crunchy peanut butter. Just mashes it all together and eats it for two meals everyday!!

I’ll hike into a town called Palmerton tomorrow. They have a free place for hikers to stay that has showers, so I’m sure there will be quite a few people there. It may or may not be in the basement of the jail. We shall see.

I couldn’t get any pics to upload. I’ll post more pics when I have better service!

 

Days 23 & 24: I thought Rocksylvania would have more rocks

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On Day 23, I did 18 miles to a swanky shelter with a cocktail table built around a tree. I got there at 1:30 so I could have gone further, but again, I made the decision to not push my body after just getting back on trail. But I felt good the whole way. My knee brace has really been helping my knee. It probably also helps that we haven’t had many steep climbs and descents the last couple of days. Not many rocks yet either. I hope they never come! 

I brought a book from home and that has been helping to pass the time in the afternoons and evenings. There’s not much else to do except talk to the others in the shelter, try to dry out all my damp belongings and eat. So, I do my fair share of all these things. I’m almost done with my book, though, so I’ll need to pick another one up in the next day or so. Some people leave books they’ve completed at the shelters so maybe I’ll get lucky and find one that looks interesting. 

The talk of the day was the imminent thunderstorm that would last until Sunday. Because it sounded so bad, I decided not to tent and to instead sleep in the shelter. Of course, it didn’t start raining until about 5 am, and even then, it was mostly just some crummy drizzle. The rain, combined with a headache, definitely made it hard to get out of bed, though.

I finally got up around 7 and slowly started packing up my things. 

I met a guy named T Squared a couple days ago who said he had been back on the trail for a week or two after being off to visit his wife for a week. He told me that he was really struggling to get back into the groove of things. 

Then, last night, I camped with Jester (the documentary guy) who asked how my transition back to the trail was going. I told him so far, so good, and then he recounted how he took a week off earlier in the year and had a really hard time getting back into the swing of things.

When I struggled to get out of bed this morning, I knew that my time had come for my post-break slump. My headache made my stomach a little tender, so my trip to the extra-disgusting privy was gag-inducing. I tried just breathing through my mouth, but I swear I could still feel the ammonia burning my lungs. I ended up breathing tiny breaths trying not to vomit and using my shirt as a filter over my mouth. Somehow, the smell of my own disgusting body sort of helped.

I walked about 7 miles cursing the rain before I came to a sign that stated that a town was 2.4 miles away from the AT. Normally nothing could make me walk a round-trip of 5 miles off trail. I passed the sign and kept walking. And the rain seemed to get stronger. Finally, I stopped under an underpass and considered my options. I could walk to the town and stay in a hotel, or I could walk 11.5 more miles to a shelter where I still wouldn’t be dry. I chose hotel. I walked back to the sign and then made the 2.4 mile trek to town on an old rail line.

So, I’m laying in a hotel bed right now. I just did my laundry in the bathtub and my shoes are sitting on the heater, which makes the whole room smell putrid but makes my shoes dry. It’s a fair trade-off.

They’re calling for flash flooding tonight, and it’s still down pouring. However, it’s supposed to be a beautiful day tomorrow. I’ll continue my hike (with dry shoes!) then.

   The pretty trail yesterday 

  Flintstone furniture living room set up

  Sample of a trail journal entry. I found this one to be especially poignant.

  I wish I would have gotten a better picture, but you can see the cocktail tree table in front of the shelter!

   A really neat bridge

Day 22: Back at it

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It was a good first day back. Just did an easy 10.9 miles out of Duncannon. My feet are the only things that hurt! That’s a wonderful feeling. 
I flew into Harrisburg yesterday and was picked up by a Trail Angel named Mary who took me to Duncannon. Mary has been helping out hikers since 2001 when she started staying in the Riverfront Campground (where I stayed last night) after becoming homeless in Harrisburg. When she first started staying at the Campground, she noticed hikers coming in and out, and so she started talking to them and getting to know the trail scene. She figured the hikers needed extra potassium so when she would go to the grocery store, she’d buy an extra bunch of bananas to give to hikers passing through. That then turned into providing shuttles to hikers for a little extra cash and giving trail magic a few times a week! She now lives in an apartment in Duncannon, and she’s the same lady I blogged about earlier who handed over her keys to some of my friends to go see a movie in Harrisburg. 
She also told me about Jester (and then I subsequently met him), a triple-crowner (which means he’s hiked the Appalachian Trail, Pacific Crest Trail and the Continental Divide Trail). This is his 15-year anniversary of hiking the AT, so he’s celebrating by doing it again. And this time, he’s filming in order to make a documentary about it. He’s already made movies about the CDT and the PCT named “Embrace the Brutality” and “Wizards of the PCT” respectively, but I haven’t seen either one. They’ll go on the list of post-hike movies to watch! 

The ridge runner of this section of trail gave us trail magic today! Soda pops and fruit. I drank one soda and took another one to drink at the shelter.
I’ve been at the shelter since 1 this afternoon. I debated about going further, but the next shelter isn’t for another 18 miles. I’ll leave that for tomorrow.
Just one photo today of another cat wanting to be my friend. Ugh.

 Cat at the campground last night. He freaked me out this morning when I saw his paw reach up under my rainfly. 

Days 20 & 21: Surprise!

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As I write this, I’m on an airplane flying back to Kansas. Fear not! It’s a round-trip ticket so I’ll be back on the trail in about a week. 

Good timing made it possible to get off the trail to heal my knee, surprise Spencer, see his band play a couple of music festivals, celebrate my roommate Sophie’s birthday, see my parents, and host a couple friends from Nova Scotia– all in a week!! 

So, now, backing up to the last few days of hiking: 

In the early morning hours of Day 20, I discovered that my tent had flooded. It had rained constantly all night long, but fortunately, it didn’t flood until around 5:30 in the morning so it just gave me a kick in the pants to wake up and walk back into Boiling Springs to get breakfast!

After that, I hiked a little over 8 miles and then decided to walk .4 miles off trail to a highway diner listed in my guidebook for second breakfast. As I was walking into the diner, an older man and his wife were walking out. He asked how far I was going, and I said, “To Maine.” He said, “Well, I was going to guess you weren’t just taking a walk around the block.” We stood and chatted for a while about the trail, and then he opened his wallet, handed me $8 and said lunch was on him. What a trail angel! 

After lunch, I hiked a little more than 6 miles to a shelter. Most of the way, I walked about 50 yards behind a man in his 70s (maybe 80s?) in a bright yellow shirt. He only had a hydration pack on so I knew he couldn’t be a thruhiker. I caught up with him after about 4 miles and said hello. We got to talking, and I found out that he lives in Boiling Springs and walks from Boiling Springs to a parking lot 12 miles north on the AT six times per week. His wife picks him up in the same parking lot at the same time every day. 

I got to the shelter early and was able to dry out my tent, sleeping bag and shoes there. Because the bugs were so bad, I decided to tent again that night.
It rained through the night again, and I woke up every couple hours to make sure my tent was still dry. Made it through the night without flooding again! Hooray! 

On Day 21, I walked the 11.4 miles into Duncannon. As I was walking up the street, I saw Papillon who I hadn’t seen in a couple weeks. We caught up briefly, as he was headed into Harrisburg with Hot Sauce, Jacoby, Billy, Craynip, and Sota Sam to see a movie. There’s a long-time trail angel in Duncannon who gave the guys the keys to her car to take into Harrisburg for a movie. What a trusting lady! 
Soon after, Spencer’s mom, Brenda, picked me up in Duncannon, which is about a 20 minute drive from her house. I spent the afternoon swimming in their pool, eating sushi and pizza, drinking Dr. Pepper, doing laundry and coordinating our stories so Spencer wouldn’t know I was coming home. It felt AMAZING to be in such a nice, clean place and to be force fed all of my favorite things. Best stop on the trip so far!

So, I’m flying home now. Only about an hour until I land! I’ll pick back up on the blog once I return to the forest on June 25th. Until then!
   Part of the trail yesterday. Ughhhh it hurts! 

    Valley view

  Old graveyard in the middle of the AT

 Camping in a cornfield  

Day 19: Boiling Springs

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I hit the trail at 6:40 this morning so I could be in Boiling Springs by noon. Just did 12 miles today, but it felt like a lot more. I had a tough time adjusting to all the climbs after days of fairly flat terrain. However, the last mile and a half was through flat farmland, and while it was really hot, it was nice to get out of the trees and see the horizon. I felt like I was at home as I was literally walking in someone’s cornfield (even though there were mountains in the backdrop). And as if it couldn’t get any better, there was a guy doing trail magic at an intersection, so I got to drink a Dr. Pepper during my last mile into Boiling Springs!

Boiling Springs’ main attraction is a duck pond that sits in the middle of and takes up most of the town. I had actually been to this town before a couple years ago when Spencer and I took a road trip through the northeast. Pretty strange to see the same places in such a different context! I sat at the duck pond for about an hour before garnering the strength to do anything else. 

After the ducks, I walked over to the swimming pool and paid $1 to take a shower. I also took the opportunity to do some laundry in the shower! It felt SO GOOD to get all the grime off of my body and to wash the sweat and mud out of my clothes. I never thought a swimming pool shower would be a luxury, but it provided everything I needed and more!
Finally, I found the Appalachian Trail Conservancy Mid-Atlantic Office and went in to plug in my phone and relax on their couch for a little bit. The volunteer at the office was so kind and even offered me the hiking shoes off of her own feet when I complained that mine were still wet from the rain 2 days ago. They were slightly too small so she still has shoes. 🙂
After my phone charged, I walked over to a pizza place and got pizza, French fries and another Dr. Pepper. It was glorious, obviously. 

Boiling Springs doesn’t have campsites other than a site set up for AT hikers in someone’s cornfield. So I’m here. It’s a nice flat spot. 

It’s supposed to rain tonight. I’m still paranoid about my tent flooding out, but I’ll be in Duncannon in two days where Spencer’s mom will pick me up. She’s letting me stay a few nights at her house, which I’m very excited about! So, if worse comes to worse, I’ll be able to dry stuff out at her place.

I’ll eat breakfast at a cafe in town tomorrow morning and then head out   for 14.3 miles!

Did a lot of rock scrambling and boulder squeezing today

 Appalachian Express, take me to Maine!  

The last part of the hike today took me through this. Awesome!

   Just a tent in a cornfield