Author: lugnut

This will be my last entry for this hike. I got a good night’s sleep in the motel. I woke up this morning at 5:30 – no alarm necessary. I got up, consolidated my gear and packed up for the journey home. I then put on my boots and started walking for a local bagel shop about 3/4 mile away. This was first time I had done some walking WITHOUT my pack – how liberating. I feel like I could fly without the weight. I think my body is probably substantially lighter as well. I feel great. My feet are beginning to heal.

After having a lazy breakfast at the bagel store, I walked to Walmart – about another 1.5 miles – no problem. I picked up a pair of shoes, a shirt, a razor, some deodorant, and a lemon. I then went to the the Total Wine and Spirits across the road and picked up a small bottle of gin and some tonic. I hiked back to the hotel, gave myself a haircut and beard-cut (don’t tell Allyson), arranged for transportation to the bus terminal in the morning, and then mixed myself a few gin and tonics. I then retired to the motel lobby to write these journal entries with my third gin and tonic of the day – it’s great to be retired.

After I finish here, my plan is to walk about to a Japanese restaurant close to the Walmart to have an early dinner and then back to the motel for one last sleep before coming home. In the morning, I’ll take the Martz Bus into Manhattan, an Uber to LaGuardia, and the flight home.

I don’t have anything earth-shattering to say other than the experience met all of my expectations. My mind, body and spirit feel reset and refreshed. I have some bruises and bug-bites but am whole. I feel with a few more days of rest, I could go another month. But I miss my family. Today is my anniversary and so I called Allyson for a long talk. Hopefully, this weekend we’ll get to do something to celebrate.

Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers. If you have followed my blog, bless you for your perseverance. Thank you. I’ll see you soon.

Woke up at the artesian water camp, ate breakfast, filtered some more of that beautiful water, packed up, and headed out. It was bittersweet packing up for the last time. I expected some rain today. The trail out was just as rocky as the previous days, but at this point, I didn’t care. Coming up were Wolf Rocks. There was a bypass trail marked on the map. The description said that “If you’re not sure of your abilities, you should take the bypass trail around Wolf Rocks because there are several steep four-point climbs.” At this point, I’m not skipping anything – I’ve come this far, I’ll figure it out. Just in case, I took my bear rope and attached it to the outside of my pack – something Allyson will tell you I never do. I don’t like anything hanging on the outside of my pack, but I thought I may need to get the rope quickly if I needed to lower my pack down a steep climb, or something like that.

The first mile of the trail was rocky leading up to Wolf Rocks which was a knife edge of rock very similar to what I encountered coming out of Duncannon, only not as bad. As usual, the reality of the situation was not a scary as the imagined. I was able to manage very well through several steep boulder descents and get down safely from Wolf Rocks.

Once down, the path notably softened to clear 100% path, level, peaceful, and green. It’s as if the mountain had finally given up trying to kill me. This pleasant trail lasted for about a mile, then some rocks returned, but nothing like the last week’s trail. I was able to complete the first 5 miles quickly. I bumped into Accountant whom I had met about a week earlier. There were several good vistas for the last half of the day. At least two miles were along an old logging road – level and smooth – thank you Jesus.

Once I began the descent into the Delaware Water Gap, the trail was very pleasant, steep in several places, but overall very pleasant hiking. There was a beautiful creek at about 500 ft. elevation with a waterfall tracing down into the Delaware river below. I encountered some young (20-something) Indian kids hiking up the trail in jeans and tennis shoes, each holding a bottle of PowerAid. “How old are you?” they asked. “57” I said. “Wow, we got to hand it to you for doing this at your age.” I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I had met half-a-dozen through-hikers twenty years older than me.

I finally made it down to the Delaware Water Gap, which is the name of a place and a town. I was shouted down by Dreamsicle and Lucky, who had somehow gotten behind me. We met up, and decided to go to a restaurant on Main Street in town. We were joined by Masters. We had a delightful lunch, and I learned that my first impression of Lucky was wrong. She had a Master’s degree in Parasitology and had worked in several specialty bars for some time. She was deeply knowledgeable about spirits and had a specialty in Absinthe. I took note of some spirits that she recommended. After lunch, I said my goodbyes and got an Uber to my motel which was located in Stroudsburg.

And so ends my hike. I’m ready to be home. I have tomorrow to here in Stroudsburg to rest, recover, repack, and get ready to travel. Friday, I’m taking the Martz Bus to Manhattan (Port Authority Bus Terminal) and then an Uber to LaGuardia for the flight home.

Today’s Mileage: 9.3

Total Trail Miles: 271.4

I’ll be honest. I’m noting this journal entry 2 days after the fact and I don’t remember the details of this day. I’ve learned over many years that if you don’t make an entry immediately at the end of the day, the details and lessons are lost. Perhaps this was meant to serve as a reminder to me to act quickly in the moment.

I do remember that the Leroy Smith Shelter turned out to be perfect. I arrived about 5pm. No one was there and I began to setup to stay in the shelter. About 5:30, a mother and daughter rolled in. They had come from Delaware Water Gap and were bragging that they had done 20 miles that day. They were also complaining about the rocky trail. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the entire journey south was worse than what they had probably come over. I asked them if they were planning on staying at the shelter and warned them that I snore. The mother responded that she snored as well and that they were so tired that it wouldn’t matter. One useful piece of information she gave me was that there was no water at the next shelter. This changed my plan for the next day, and I’m glad that she mentioned that otherwise I wouldn’t have had water the next day.

I consolidated my gear into a corner of the shelter to make room for them then got into my bag to give them some peace to get settled. I dozed and woke up about 45 minutes later. The mother and daughter were gone – I guess they thought spending the night in the shelter with a grizzled old man was too much of a risk.

I saw one more through-hiker come through about 7:30, but he decided to setup in tent nearby, so I had the shelter all to myself. I remember that this night was the best sleep I had over the entire trip. I had pleasant dreams and woke to the sound of the morning birds at 5:30. I got up and visited the privy for the first time. I was well maintained, no smell, and a pleasant experience in the cool morning air. I don’t mean to be graphic, but a well-maintained privy is a delight.

I got up and headed for the seasonal spring about 2 miles south of the next shelter. Reports were that water here was good. The day relatively uneventful. The trail was 90% rocky, 10% soft. But at this point, my feet were beyond sore – I moved slowly and made steady progress. By the time I got to the spring, it was about 4:30. There was one other through-hiker in a tent nearby. I setup my hammock and went to check out the water.

This water supply was the best of the entire trip – a two-foot deep pool about 6 meters in diameter with truly artesian water bubbling up from the bottom, then running down the mountain in a stream for as far as I could see. This was a real artesian source, cool, clear, absolutely sweet. I took some to filter and headed back to my camp about 50 meters uphill. By the time I got back, Fizz, the erstwhile through hiker that I first encountered at the Rausch Gap shelter was pulling in. I remarked that I thought he would be far ahead of me by now. He noted that he was having “foot and ass” problems and took a zero day in Palmerton.

So it seems that the tortoise always catches the hare. Perhaps I’m not as slow as I thought.

Today’s Mileage: 11.0

Total Trail Miles: 262.1

Today was relatively unremarkable. After getting a late start from the nudist colony because they don’t get up until about 830, I was able to finally get a ride up to the trail. Rather than try to climb out of Lehigh Gap on a short day, which I had been told was extremely rocky with no cover, I had my Shuttle Driver put me in at Little Gap, which was just over the top. Once on top of the ridge, the trail was relatively easy and straight. But the distance to the shelter made it a long day.

I met several hikers along the way, Splat and Just Try It. They were through hikers that were headed for Wind Gap, another 3 1/2 miles on the trail. At one point, when we pulled out on a road, Splat’s husband was there with trail magic. Since the water at the shelter was a little iffy tonight, I did pick up a gallon of drinking water and attach it to my bag just in case the springs were dry.

Once I got to the shelter, the first spring was dry, but the second spring was beautiful, and I was able to not only filter enough water for the next day, but also take a good cold bath and soak my feet.

Tomorrow is the next to last day of this adventure. It’s a 14-mile day, the longest day during the entire month. I’m a little trepidatious, but I think I can make it.

Today’s Mileage: 11.6

Total Trail Miles: 251.1

Today was full of surprises. But the story starts with last night’s storm. When I arrived at the shelter, I checked the weather and noted that there was a severe storm barreling down on us. It was the end of the day and Palmerton was still another 9 1/2 miles away, so I knew there was no way that I could make it before it got dark. There was nothing to do but set up and ride the storm out.

Now there was a note in the shelter, saying that it was home to yet another porcupine. There was even a stick that was used to ward off the porcupine. I didn’t really want to deal with a porcupine in the middle of the night, so I decided to set up my hammock a little down the slope in the trees.

While I was setting up, a group of about six through-hikers including Dreamsickle and Lucky were at the shelter discussing their options. Being young and daring, they decided to go ahead and hike through to Palmerton. They departed, leaving me alone in the shelter. I got my gear set up and waterproofed as best I could. I then went up to the shelter to eat dinner. About that time Intrepid came in. She was staying at the shelter as well and decided that the storm warranted her risking the porcupine in the shelter.

The weather forecast called for rain all night and 100% chance the next day. Since my plan was already to stay in Palmerton, I contacted a shuttle driver and arranged for her to pick me up at a takeout point 2 1/2 miles away from the shelter. Originally, I told her to pick me up around 10 o’clock, but then I noticed that the next day was Sunday. Since I hadn’t been to Mass in three weeks, I checked for a Catholic church in Palmerton and found Sacred Heart. It had a Mass at 9:30 AM. I contacted my driver and asked her if she could pick me up by 8:30 AM, to which she said yes.

My next order of business was to find a place to stay in Palmerton. I checked the FarOut app and noticed that there was a recommendation for a place called the Sunny Rest Resort. I called them and made a reservation for the next night.

It started raining about 7 PM, but the real storm didn’t come through until about midnight. We found out today that the storm dumped 2 inches of rain in one hour. Surprisingly, my hammock set up worked perfectly, and I stayed dry the whole night.

Now, the trail in this section varied between a tip toe through the tulips and the murderous boulder rocks from hell. I decided to get up at 5 AM assuming that it was not still raining, pack up and get out as fast as I could. This I did. I was able to leave the shelter at 6:15 and I arrived at the extraction point at 8:15. Just as I arrived I heard some clicking behind me. Intrepid had decided that she didn’t want to hike in the rain either, and so she asked if she could ride my shuttle with me. Of course, I said yes and so we both rode into town, about a 15 minute ride. Jo Anne, our shuttle driver dropped me off at the church.

It was still an hour before the start of Mass. Not surprisingly, the priest was already in front of the church praying. I interrupted his prayers and asked if there was someplace that I could put some dry clothes on. He not only directed me to the bathroom but told me where I could put my pack and poles in the sacristy during the mass so that nobody will bother them. I made an offhand remark to him that I had not been to Mass in three weeks because I’d been on the trail. He responded by saying, “We’ll, the confessional is right there.” So I had my second confession in three weeks.

The Mass was a typical one, it being the 15^th Sunday in ordinary time. The gospel reading was the parable of the sower from Matthew. Afterwards, I called the hotel and arranged for them to come and pick me up, which they did. When I got to the check-in, the first thing I noticed was that one of the clerks was a black transgender person with a shaved head, lipstick and low-cut dress. I thought this was somewhat peculiar. Then, while I was paying and signing forms, an elderly gentleman walked up beside me. I know I must’ve done a double take because he was butt-naked with his junk hanging out in front. It was then that I noticed that everyone at the pool was also naked, as well as several people walking up and down the streets. Somehow, I had stumbled upon a nudist colony. It must’ve given them a good laugh to pick up a hiker coming from church to stay with them.

I’ve never been in a nudist colony before. I wouldn’t say that I was scandalized, but perhaps embarrassed. This place was not just a hotel, but essentially an entire colony of small houses and manufactured bungalows. And everyone drives golf carts. It’s very strange to see naked people driving golf carts. After spending a day here, my observation is that anyone who feels the need to takeoff their clothes in public shouldn’t.

I ate some breakfast in the restaurant and met a lovely woman named Jill, who used to be a principal at a public school. (Don’t worry, Allyson, she was fully clothed.) Since I was the only person in the restaurant, we talked for a while. It was a normal interaction, which seemed very out of place in this place. Throughout the day, I was able to wash up, do my laundry, consolidate my gear, plan the next four days, and basically prepare for tomorrow’s hike. In the evening, I went back to the restaurant and had some Chicken Parmesan. It was interesting, because there was a band playing by the pool, and even the members of the band were naked.

Tomorrow, I will start the last leg of my hike. I should arrive in Stroudsburg on Wednesday. But I’ve planned for a layover day just in case the rocks are bad. More to come.

Today’s Mileage: 2.5

Total Trail Miles: 234.9

Today was an interesting day. It started at the St. John’s pavilion where I stayed for a second night. I had arranged for a shuttle driver, Steve, to pick me up at 9 o’clock. So I got up about 6 o’clock, packed my stuff, looked at the clock and still had almost an hour and a half before the pick-up. I called Steve to confirm that he was coming at nine and I asked him if he could pick me up at the 3C café, which is about a 10-minute walk up the hill from the pavilion. He said he could so I started the hike up the hill.

 Now, the 3C restaurant has a reputation for home cooked food and large portions. When I got there, I ordered the 3C special omelette, which is a three-egg omelette with peppers, onions, and ham. It was about the worst omelette I’ve ever eaten. It had white American cheese melted on the top and the eggs were so done that they were brown in places. The orange juice even tasted a little off so overall I was not impressed with the 3C restaurant.

Steve called me at about 8 o’clock and said that he would be up there at about 830, which is 30 minutes earlier than we agreed, but that’s OK because I was ready to go anyway. He said he drove a red Dodge Dart. Now I was thinking of a Dodge Dart like Click and Clack the Tappet Brothers used to talk about, but this was a new Dodge Dart. It didn’t make any difference, because the interior was so bad that it’s hard to describe. Now, when I met Steve yesterday in the barbershop, he had his English bulldog with him who promptly started to lick my leg for five minutes until I finally shewed him away, I guess he liked the salt from the sweat. Well, apparently Steve’s dog lived in the Dodge Dart car because it was covered, ceiling to floor with dog hair and dander. In fact, the front seat looked like it was made out of camel hair, not vinyl. Steve himself is about 83 years old, walks with a gimp, is missing some of his front teeth on the top in the bottom, and smells like Winston cigarettes. Needless to say, it was an interesting shuttle ride up to the ridge. Steve talked about Second Amendment, hunting, girls shooting, and the Second Amendment again. That kind of gives you a taste of where Steve was.

I made it up to the top of the ridge without further incident. This particular portion of the forest was very dense, with much shorter, smaller more numerous trees, but well laid soft path, at least in the first section. It felt almost as if I was inside a room rather than in the forest. As usual, the path started out soft and got progressively rocky as the day went on. After about 2 miles in, there is a section which is called the Knife. It’s literally a diagonal stack of massive rock shelves at the top of the ridge that runs for almost a quarter of a mile. Very difficult to hike over. I was able to get some video and some good shots of the views. Beautiful trail, but very difficult and definitely a four-point climb in some places. At one point I had to sit down and scramble through a narrow defile of rocks and my pack got caught and scraped the fabric off of one of my water bottle holders. I’m definitely going to have to get a new pack next season.

I bumped into Dreamsickle and Lucky somewhere in there. Of course, they were faster than me, but I managed to catch them in about 3 miles at a road where they were sitting with some friends, eating steaks, watermelon, and soda. Definitely trail magic. They invited me to have some of their watermelon, which I eagerly accepted. We chatted for a while, and then I went on.

I was able to make it to Bake Oven Knob Shelter. The water is excellent here, but the shelter is inhabited by yet another porcupine. So I pitched my hammock slightly down the slope toward the spring, and prepared for rain, which is expected tonight around 9 o’clock. It’s supposed to rain most of the night, and I am going to make sure that I am prepared and will not get wet this time.

Tomorrow, I will hike into Palmerton and stay somewhere there. That’s the last town that I’ll hit before I get to Stroudsburg in about four days. The trail is still fairly difficult, but I guess my feet are getting used to it. Overall, this was a great day.

Today’s Mileage: 6.2

Total Trail Miles: 226.8

David promises that when he gets to a place that has enough power to download his videos and pictures he will do so. Until then we will have to imagine him swinging on a rope and dropping into the cold spring fed pond and precariously placing his tiny feet on what the beavers put up as their home so that he could get across the water. I can’t wait.

While hiking days serve the purpose of working the body and fostering profound contemplation, zero days provide an opportunity to rejuvenate the body and organize those thoughts. So today, I’ll give you six thoughts of varying profundity that have surfaced during this hike. Please forgive the length of this post, and perhaps chalk it up to a doddering, old man stumbling down the trail.

Thought one: I’m soft. No matter how much I learn about hiking, civilization always untrained me how to survive. While hiking helps me to remember how to be comfortable in nature, modern living has tricked me into thinking that I could survive without it. I don’t claim to know whether I would survive or not, but at least I would have some idea what to do.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prepper. I’m not suggesting the end of the world is nigh, and that we should all become Sarah Connors. But it does concern me that 95% of the population of our country is utterly unprepared to be an environment other than a modern one. The lesson is to reconnect with nature, learn about survival, think about what you would do if power, water, food and transportation went away, even for a short time.   

Thought two: Trash. We, as a society, produce huge amounts of garbage, most of it in the name of convenience. Packaging, packaging, packaging. On the trail, we learn to consolidate trash into the smallest volume possible and to waste as little as possible because we don’t want to carry the extra weight. So food is not wasted, but eaten. Whatever wrappings are left over are consolidated into a very small space. I can put a weeks’ worth of trash in a single quart size Ziploc bag. It makes me want to reduce the amount of trash that I make at home. We do recycle, but even so, the amount of trash we produce is quite large. I know we can do better.

Thought three: Silence. Being in a silent environment for 8 to 10 hours a day for days on end transforms one, and you begin to realize just how much we try to fill a minds with noisy bits of distraction; email, music, media, news, entertainment, texts, social media, etc.

When I’m on campus, every student I see between classes has their head buried in their phone, even if they’re walking. In fact, I play a game when I see a student walking toward me with their device in hand. I stand in front of them, stop, and see how long it takes them to realize that somebody is in their way. Many just simply bump into me because they’re so oblivious to what is going on around them. This has become a pet peeve of mine and something that I despise. I think though it’s a case where I despise in others what I most despise in myself. I’m a person who is relatively comfortable in silence, yet I still fill my days with these bits and pieces of distraction. When I’m on the trail, a song gets stuck in my mind and I can’t seem to get rid of it. It is as if I’ve been trained to fill up the silence with stuff. What void is there that we are trying to fill?

Thought four: Hope. Remember the rant I had the other day about the potheads? I really let them get to me and make my mood negative. That affected my whole day. On the flip side, there’s been a couple hiking along with me for the past week or so: trail names-Solar and Latte. Solar could be my brother by another mother. He’s about my age, retired, uses a CPAP machine (on the trail! Hence the name), has high blood pressure, and has many other attributes in common – the whole works. He’s hiking the trail for his health along with his wife. 

Although Solar and Latte have a health and fitness level more like me, and by that I mean they struggle to hike the trail, their attitude is overwhelmingly positive.”They are hopeful. Their positive attitude gives them strength for the trail that I sometimes struggle with. They reminded me just how much hope counts.

You’ve gotta ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive

E-lim-i-nate the negative

And latch on to the affirmative

Don’t mess with Mr. In-between

You got to spread joy up to the maximum

Bring gloom down to the minimum

Otherwise (otherwise), pandemonium

Liable to walk upon the scene

Bing Crosby

Allyson here: I’m not sure why David didn’t put the song lyrics from Life of Brian.

If life seems jolly rotten
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you’re feeling in the dumps
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that’s the thing
And

Always look on the bright side of life
(Come on)
Always look on the right side of life

Thought five: RAIN. I love it & I hate it. It refreshes me & it makes my boots squishy. It raises my spirits & it really brings me down. RAIN ‘nuff said.

Thought six: Providence. I’ve commented before that the further I go, the more I realize the less I need. I eat less food, send more supplies home, giveaway stuff. But what I realized is that this is just the beginning stage of true trust in providence. All of the necessities, food, water shelter, at every turn these have been provided, even when I have been anxious about them. But it’s more than just about providence. What it’s really about is living in the moment. That’s a hard thing to do for a lifelong manager/planner, but perhaps is the most important lesson so far.

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat [or drink], or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? 27 Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?[q] 28 Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. 29 But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. 30 [r]If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? 31 So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’ 32 All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom [of God] and his righteousness,[s]and all these things will be given you besides. 34 Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.

Matthew 6:25

Today’s mileage: 0.0

Total trail miles: 194.2

Today was a better day. While the trail was actually a little bit more difficult, especially with a stiff descent into Port Clinton, my cough from the last several days is almost remediated. I owe it to all your prayers and Mother Mary. Although my feet are still fairly painful, perhaps I’m getting used to walking on the rocks. To pass the time today, I made some example videos of different kinds of rocks that we hike across such as 100% trail that we can go our full pace, 75% trail, 50% trail, and 25% trail, which are essentially boulder fields.

When I got into town, I stopped at the world-famous Port Clinton barbershop. There are really knows words to describe it. I’ll post some pictures tomorrow. Next, I found the Saint John’s pavilion, which is a church pavilion that the parish allows hikers to use to spend the night. I’m gonna spend the next two nights here. It turns out that there is a shuttle that runs three times a day from Hamburg, Pennsylvania, which is home to the largest Cabela’s in the United States. The shuttle comes to the pavilion specifically to pick up AT hikers and take them into town to buy gear at Cabela’s. Since I’m taking a zero day tomorrow, I’m going to ride into Cabela’s in the morning, do some shopping, stuff my face with restaurant food, then come back here to the pavilion one last night. I’m taking a zero day tomorrow for several reasons. First my feet are killing me, they need to rest. Second, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow, and that makes for a miserable day.

Even though the trail was harder today, I think my spirits were higher primarily because I had more of a right attitude today. Yesterday was very hard, one of those days that you fantasize dozens of reasons why you should pull off the trail. Hiking is like that, good days and bad days.

Today’s mileage: 9.2

Total trail miles: 194.2

Today was a nondescript day, about 50% rocks, and 50% soft trail. The elevation was relatively flat, but it was both an easy and a hard day. It was easy in that the trail was relatively forgiving, but the rocks were terrible. There were at least four boulder fields to cross. The weather was dry and cool. When I got to the shelter, which was Eagles Nest Shelter, it was full of mosquitoes, so I set up my hammock in a nearby cleared space. A number of through hikers have either been here and left or are staying the night.

 The reason the day was terrible was because I spent most of it trying to figure out why I am here. I briefly spoke to Allyson earlier today to make arrangements to stay in Port Clinton tomorrow, and I asked her why I was here. She replied, “Because you love it, and because you spent a lot of money to get there.“ That’s not a “why” – that’s a “how.”

I can think of two reasons why I’m here. The first is because I wanted to discern whether or not I want to become a deacon. So far, I haven’t gotten an answer, and I don’t think I’ll get an answer until maybe next year. In fact, my buddy in Harrisburg gave me several reasons for not becoming a deacon so maybe that’s the answer. Unless something happens in the next week, I don’t know that I’ll be able to figure this one out yet, and that’s probably the way it ought to be.

The second reason is that I wanted to put a period at the end of this phase in my life. I wanted to definitively end my IT career, hit pause for a month, and then start to do something new in August. I think I’ve accomplished this one. It’s not that I wanted to just leave everybody, the break was more for me than anybody else.

I heard those 30- somethings several days ago talking about “finding themselves” on the AT. i’m not trying to find myself, I know who I am. I don’t believe the AT can help you find yourself. What the trail does is it magnifies those things that you don’t have time to think about in the real world. So anything you “find“ on the trail you already brought with you.

My cough has gotten worse, and my feet are killing me on these rocks. I’m not ready to quit, but I’m taking it one day at a time. Please pray for me.

Today’s mileage: 9.8

Total trail miles: 185.6

I want to start this post by giving a shout out to eBunny, who is on the trail starting tomorrow at Harper’s Ferry going north. She’s leading a crew of three women to complete Maryland, and parts of southern Pennsylvania. When eBunny first met me, she was not a hiker, but I soon changed that. Not only is she a hiker now, but she’s a crew leader and I’m very proud of what she’s learned. Follow her crew here.

Last night was very weird. The evening sky was clear and the air was crisp, so I walked across to the Wendy’s to get a burger and some chili. The sales person was having trouble with one of those multi soda machines, you know the kind that’s got a screen with 100 different flavors and you select your flavor and it pours it. She said she just got it and it just wasn’t working right. We had a little conversation about the woes of IT.

On my way back over to the hotel, there was an ambulance in the porticache of the hotel. Apparently one of the hotel visitors was leaving, got in his car, and promptly expired. His wife, of course, was very upset. She said that he had cancer, and that it was not unexpected. But it’s a little unsettling to come back to your hotel to see a dead body on the ground. My first thought was that he was probably a hiker, and he was just sick of hiking.

Even though I was in the hotel, I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up this morning with a slight cough, and I hope that it’s just a temporary tickle in my throat. My shuttle driver Manipedi was right on time. He had hiked the entire Pennsylvania section before and was a local. I got a ride back up to the trail for $20. He also gave me knowledge of the trail going forward and put my mind at ease that the rocks didn’t get really bad until a little bit later on.

The trail this morning was beautiful, gentle ups and downs with soft tread. It quickly turned rocky. It began to run the ridge I would say 60% of the trail today was rocky and 40% was soft.

2 miles in, I came across the famous 501 shelter. This is more like a cabin than a shelter. It’s enclosed on all sides with a roof and two doors. It’s large with bunks for 12 people, shelves with books and games, a large central table and an octagonal skylight centered in the ceiling. Nobody was there, but I could see how this could be a party central to some kinds of hikers. Pizza boxes were stacked in the corner. Apparently, the shelter is so close to the road that you can call and get a pizza delivery to the shelter. I got some video of it.

It was a short day, only seven miles or so. When I got to Hertlein campsite, it was everything they said it would be. At the top of the ridge are three separate mountain streams that converge into one larger stream further down, and settle in a large pond that is held by a cement dam with a waterfall. I set my hammock up right next to the waterfall. When chores were done, I used a rope swing to swing out into the pond, which is essentially a large swimming hole. I got it all on video so if you wanna watch something funny. I’ll post it in a few days. Needless to say the water was pretty cold. I didn’t stay in very long.

It’s still pretty early in the day and I’m laying in my hammock composing this note. I’ve been thinking a lot about Allyson today on the trail. Our 32nd anniversary is next week. It’ll be the first one that we’ve celebrated apart. Today I was thinking that on the first Sunday of July, I’m sure she went up to the front of the church during Mass and received an anniversary blessing without me. That hurt my heart a little bit. You see, Allyson and I have the most blessed marriage on the planet. My marriage has convinced me to a certainty that there is a God and he loves me because that is the only explanation for how blessed we are. I miss her and I’m tempted to come home now. The only thing that keeps me from doing that is knowing that she would want me to stay and finish what I started. That’s how much she loves me.          

Today’s mileage: 7.5

Total trail miles: 176.3