Month: July 2021

Start: interstate 93 (AT mi 1820). Stop: Garfield Pond (AT mi 1829.4). Today’s miles: 9.4 miles Total AT mileage: 804.7 miles

Well, today was.. interesting. We got up at 7am and started getting ready. We packed, ate, and left for the rental car place by 8:05. The guy that promised us the ride wasn’t there this morning, but he had left instructions for the other 2 there. Once they checked in the boat, an older gentleman drove us to our starting spot. He made me a little nervous, with his wheezing breathing and questionable looking health. He drove us safely though, so what more could we want?
He thought we were nuts, but he was kind enough to drop us off along the exit ramp for the trailhead.. aka, basically on the interstate, by 8:35am. I got out of hiking that side mile to the trailhead and I am again now, simply because I have to start where I last stopped. Problem solved!

We got out and headed down the embankment to the trail. I was showing Andrea the white blazes and how to know you’re on the right one, bla bla. We passed a river and then some trails all came together (assuming one of those was the one to take you to the parking lot), when they separated back out, we were hiking up.

And that’s what we did for most of the morning. Up, up, up. The trail was kind in my opinion though. The rocks created safer steps than I had the last day that I hiked. And the trail around the rocks was soft but not muddy. The humidity was terrible though. It claimed to have been at 77% today. lol. I believe it. That was something Andrea wasn’t used to, that pretty Reno heat is nice and dry. We were dripping sweat by 9. Somehow, though, no bugs were swarming. Maybe the Irish spring soap does help.

Just before the top of our climb, we came to Liberty Springs Campsite. I said a quick “hey” to SnapShot as he came and went, he had left his trekking poles and ran back for them. Towelie was there eating and getting water. So, we got water and chatted with him for a bit, resting our legs for the rest of the climb.

It was overcast still when we made it to the top of the first climb, which wasn’t quite the top of Liberty Mountain, but as close as the AT comes to it. We couldn’t see anything but white skies. We took our time and didn’t rush. Andrea has to break in her hiking legs, and I was worried about her getting an injury early on if she pushed too hard. Plus, this is a hell of a day for day 1 in a backpack when you haven’t been backpacking like this in a few years. Those muscles need some time.. lol.

We made it to Little Haystack Mountain and then Mount Lincoln. It started getting technical here, hand over hand and climbing rocks instead of hiking them. Luckily, we did get some views for a short time up there. We found a little camp spot to sit down and eat lunch. We weren’t finished, but getting semi close to being finished when the sky decided to drop buckets of sideways water onto us. It flat out poured! We quickly jumped up and packed our food back in, put on our rain covers and started hiking-all before I finished chewing the last bite of my food. This was definitely not the relaxing, refueling lunch I envisioned for us.

The rain quit shortly afterwards, but it made the trail a slip n slide. Andrea got to experience the difficulties of climbing rocks and roots when they’re soaked. It’s not easy. And it killed our pace. We reached the summit of Mount Lafayette, and even with the mist and fog blowing through and the wind attempting to blow us off the mountain all together, I found it beautiful. The rocks there reminded me of the John Muir Trail at points.

Occasionally, the wind would blow all the clouds off so we could sneak peak a view. We hiked on a ridge for several miles, and if the clouds weren’t there I could only imagine how breathtaking it would have been. I’m jealous of those who have gotten to witness it first hand.

Coming down Lafayette was rough. Slippery and muddy. We both fell a decent amount of times, most just little slides to the butt.. but Andrea took a couple nasty ones that looked pretty painful. We were aiming to get to a shelter to camp for the night, but decided to stealth camp at this pond instead. It was just short of a mile from the shelter, and it sounded like it was going to be crowded there. Plus, I don’t think either one of us wanted to do another incline and descent to get there, and it was already getting close to 5pm. So why not just set up shop?

The pond is pretty murky, but we found a spring that feeds into the pond to get our water from and wash off. We set our tents up way back a good ways so we hopefully won’t be spotted from trail. We ate dinner, Andrea is now a fan of the ramen bomb (ramen noodles with mashed potatoes mixed in). We’re both pretty whipped from today and in bed already (it’s 7:15).

I’m hoping the terrain for tomorrow is nicer to us than today was. Although I thought today was tons better than the Kinsmans. Now we’ll have to start tomorrow with a climb, but it shouldn’t be too bad. Here’s to hoping anyway. Goodnight y’all.

Start: Garfield Pond (AT mi 1829.4). Stop: Ethan Pond Shelter (AT mi 1844.8). Today’s miles: 15.4 miles. Total AT mileage: 820.1 miles

We got up and started getting ready at 6:30 and made it out of camp at 7:20. We immediately had the climb we skipped last night by camping by the pond. Luckily, the clouds held off for us to get some decent views on top of Mount Garfield, but not for long. The rain came minutes after being on top, and stayed off and on all day. I feel so bad that the weather is so awful while Andrea is here. It’s one thing for me to deal with the misery of it.. knowing I’ll have good hiking days coming, but it’s got to be worse on her knowing she took this as her vacation, and it’s been pouring on her everyday.

The descent was steep and it seemed to take us forever to get to the shelter we originally intended for last night. After that traverse, we were both happy we stopped early. That would have probably done us in yesterday. We briefly stopped in at the Galehead Hut to refill water bottles and I used their bathroom. I tried getting Andrea to get something to eat from there, but she wasn’t having it.

We then took on the 1300+ foot elevation gain of South Twin Mountain. What a beast. Although I’ll still say it was better than the Kinsmans. The way down required us to climb down the rocks of a waterfall. Seriously. It was slippery and terrifying to say the least. The ridge line went across 2 other peaks once we were up there, but there were deep descents and steep inclines, just not as long as the original to get up there. Roughly six miles in, we passed a trail to a shelter. I gave Andrea the option to stop there for the day instead of continuing.

This terrain is far from kind when it’s this soggy and wet. She said she wanted to keep going, and I feared it was because she didn’t want to feel like she was holding me back.. but she insisted she wasn’t ready to stop yet. So, we pushed on the 9+ miles to the next shelter. I’m now thinking that was a mistake. We both ended up in pretty rough shape by the end of the day.

We finished crossing the ridge and then had a long steep descent to Zealand Hut. Just before reaching the hut, I took a hard fall on a wall off rock and about slid into the rushing water that later creates Zealand Falls. Where I fell wasn’t deep or steep, so it’s not like if I went into the water I would have slid down the mountain in it… but it still hurt like hell. It’s surely going to bruise.

I filled my water at the hut and then 0.2 miles later we were on the flattest, most well maintained trail I’ve seen in over a month. That was so appreciated. We passed a boulder field and had some views there. We walked by a river to the left and ended up spotting Snapshot and Spotts in a nice stealth site. I was jealous.

The rest of the trail to the shelter was boggy, rocky, and messy. At 6:30pm, we finally got to the shelter, only to find that it was full. We were hoping to sleep in the shelter to avoid packing wet tents tomorrow, especially since there are no shelters for a few days now. Lovely. Exhausted, we set up our tents on a tent platform that has 2 other people on it already. My tent does not like being set up on wood. Also, this morning I realized my sleeping pad has a hole in it. But it’s in a spot I should be able to patch, when I’m not slap exhausted and have more daylight to play with it.

I got us water at the pond and washed off. We changed clothes and made dinner. We talked to some people at the campsite who must be doing a guided hike or something, because they were fascinated by thru hikers. We cleaned up, put our bags in the bear box, and retired to our tents that are currently getting rained on.

It’s just after 9pm and these people are being so loud. Part of me wants to be that person to yell out a good, “can y’all shut the efffffffff up, please?” But so far I’ve managed to bite my tongue. Now that I’ve got this typed up, my ear plugs are going in and I’m going to try my best to sleep.. all the while praying this tent doesn’t fall down in the middle of the night.. and that I stay dry. Pretty big prayers. Also, I haven’t had service for 2 days, so that’s fun. Here’s to being behind on posting these journals, lol.

Thanks for being patient with me! Sweet dreams, y’all.

Start: Ethan Pond Shelter (AT mi 1844.8). Stop: US 302 (AT mi 1847.7). Today’s miles: 2.9 miles Total AT mileage: 823 miles

I slept awful. Once it started raining, it never stopped.. and my air mattress is losing air. The wooden platform we had to rig our tents to seemed to collect water, so I was flooded out by 1am. I had my umbrella up so my face would stay dry, and all the important stuff was either with me on the pad (deflating as the night wore on) or in my pack on the ground, under the vestibule that was in no way staying dry.

The people around us didn’t stop shining their lights and loudly talking until we’ll after 10:30, talk about irritating. Rain. Talking. Strobe lights. Sheesh. When I woke up around 5am and realized just how wet everything was, I knew Andrea and I weren’t making it to the next campsite. Before calling asleep last night I came up with an alternate plan to get my miles in before we head to Acadia National Park for a few days. Because with everything this wet, and no shelter to aim for, there’d be no way to set up tonight and have anything dried out.. mainly because we were still in a full downpour with no end in sight.

I laid there, hip into the wood, dozing off and on. When I heard Andrea stirring, I yelled over to her to not start packing yet.. that we’d get a later start because it’s less than 3 miles to the road. When we make it to the road, we’ll figure out a ride to town and get a hotel for the night, and maybe tomorrow night, too. I’d still have the time to hike over Mount Washington and Madison, and make it to get the rental car on time. She was more than ok with that plan.

We packed in the pouring rain and we’re completely drenched before ever leaving camp. Gotta love rainy days… not. We started out, and Andrea was clearly hurting pretty badly. She has bad blisters on her feet from her boots and that mixed with raw spots from skin rubbing with sweat and rain makes for a pretty miserable walking experience. I had some chaffing going on myself, so I was walking really wide legged..I can only imagine how silly I must have looked to anyone coming up behind me.

Every trail crossing or sketchy water crossing, I’d pause and wait for her to catch up.. making sure she was ok and was coming the right way. At the second to last trail crossroads, she said she didn’t need water and was ok to keep going, so I headed on. I decided I’d try to book it the last mile or so to the road and try to work out a ride for us that would hopefully be there by the time she got there, so we wouldn’t have to sit on the side of the road in the rain waiting.

The downhill to the road was steep, I took a big fall on a piece of wood meant to act as a step. I sat up and decided to fix my insoles of my shoes while I was already sitting on my butt. I thought surely she’d catch me while I was sitting there, but she didn’t.. so I assumed she was really hurting and taking careful consideration with her steps. The trail had turned into its own creek with all the rain, and everything was just that much more sloshy and slippery.

I got to the railroad tracks, which had a big open slice of sky, so I turned on my garmin and started messaging people for a ride, hoping that the garmin would work, as I’ve never used it with hopes of getting responses on it-since responses cost money with the plan I chose. It had been close to 30 minutes and still no Andrea. Weird. I was starting to get worried she had slipped and seriously injured herself and wasn’t able to walk out.

The people section hiking passed me and headed to the parking lot right by the railroad tracks. After they make pleasant small talk about “making it down” and the rain, I ask them how far back was it that they passed my friend, and did she look ok? “We haven’t passed anyone all morning.” Ummmm.. WHAT?! I start to panic. If they didn’t pass her, then she turned down the wrong trail. There’s no way for me to look up where that trail goes or how long it is, because I don’t have service. I ask them if they knew where it went, naturally, they were as clueless as me.

I leave my stuff and start hauling ass back up the mountain. Literally jogging, adrenaline over powering any soreness my body had been feeling. I came across Towelie, he hadn’t seen her, he guessed the trail split closer to a mile back uphill. So, I carried on. I had my garmin with me, I messaged her knowing she didn’t have service, but just in case.. then, I come across a group of three hikers. They hadn’t seen her either, but said if she went the other way at the last trail crossing, she’d come out at the same road as this trail, just up a bit further.. and she’d come in at a visitors center.. probably with service.

I start to breathe a little easier. I message her and say that if she’s made it to the visitors center to just stay put and we’d come get her.. DeepFried and Trippin had messaged the Garmin back and said they’d be there to get us at 11:30. It was now just after 11, so I was thinking I’d make it to the car and then bribe them with money to drive up and down hwy 302 until we found her. I knew she felt bad and more than likely wouldn’t hike back up the mountain if she realized she got on the wrong trail.. she knew the road we were aiming for. So, with a lot of anxiety relieved that she wasn’t walking 15 miles around the wrong mountain and would end up close by, I started back down the mountain to my stuff.

Almost to the railroad tracks, I ran into Andrea! She had in fact gone down the wrong trail, but it was shorter to the road! So when she got to the visitors center, she had a worker show her how to get back to where I’d be coming out. She road walked the highway to the trail head I was coming to! She was going to wait for me there, but the people that section hiked stopped her to tell her I was looking for her, and so did Towelie, and the three hikers that calmed me down were starting to tell her too, as I came up.

I hugged the hell out of her, eyes swelling with tears. I had been so worried, frustrated, and terrified. From start to finish it was maybe 35 minutes of pure stress and anxiety, but the relief from knowing she was ok was immeasurable. We walked down together, got our gear and waited by the road for DeepFried and Trippin. While waiting, we talked to Towelie a minute and then I finally got to meet Sauce and FarOut’s friend Jpeg. What a cool guy.

We crammed into DeepFried’s tiny rental car, he calls it his go cart.. haha.. they drove us to North Conway, the town I drove an hour to the other day to get to REI. We came to the Green Granite Inn, across the street from REI and a grocery store. We all went inside, us to beg for a room, them to hunt for a bathroom. We got to check in and get the only room that was already clean. Heck yes! DeepFried and Trippin gave us a few beers and some tide pods.. haha those two are incredible. They waited until we definitely had a room and then headed on their way. Trippin was going to hike out this afternoon. She’s a tough cookie for that.

Andrea showered while I walked to taco bell. Priorities and all that. By the time I came back she was out, so after I ate I showered too. Such great water pressure! And soooo hot! Just what I needed, minus the little screams I let out when the water hit all the raw spots on my body. Ouch. After I got out, I put on the only “clean” (aka dry) clothes I had, my puffy jacket and rain pants, and collected all of our dirty clothes. I got quarters and walked around the hotel premises for far too long before I finally asked where the laundry was. I got a load started then headed back to the room.

Then it was time to hang up and lay out all the wet stuff. The rain was still coming down, so I laid our tents out of over chairs under the awning outside. The wind really does help tents dry faster than hanging and dripping all over the bathroom floor. Andrea showed me her blisters and battle wounds. Holy hell. No wonder the girl has looked so damn miserable. She has open blisters on her heels, the sides of the balls of her feet, under her toes, and on the tops of her baby toes. I want to cry for her, it just looks so painful.

She relaxed in her bed as much as her body would let her. We found pizza to deliver that wasn’t dominos (honestly I’d rather not eat pizza at all if that’s my only option. I hate their crust-luckily Andrea doesn’t like them either). While waiting for pizza, I went across the street to the grocery store and got some drinks and some cream for her chaffing. I wasn’t back long before dinner arrived. We laid around, ate food, and watched HGTV. Just what a body needs.. a bed, a roof, pizza, and Home Town on TV.

We didn’t do much else the rest of the day until we passed out in our beds. We plan to go to REI tomorrow and try to work out some of our issues.. shoes, sleeping pad, etc. should be.. fun. Hahaha. Goodnight y’all.