tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9998297384126964162024-03-12T20:05:24.868-07:00The Outdoor WandererRay Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-76021181029779524152012-07-16T06:06:00.001-07:002012-07-16T06:06:48.391-07:00Connecticut, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     I awoke in the morning at Ten Mile River Shelter, excited at the fact that I had arrived in New England. The forests here are already changing, as more pine and moss overtake the vines of the southern Appalachians. <br>
     I would learn later that a man was found dead near this shelter the night after I stayed. He was discovered in his tent by a hiker. I don't recall a tent there the night I was at the shelter, so I assume he arrived after I had left... Either way, a tragedy and an unfortunate moment for the hiker who found him.<br>
     The trail followed along a river for some time, proving to be about as easy as the A.T. ever gets. After crossing a road, I took back to climbing hills, and at one lookout, I stood on Native American reservation land, the only time the trail crosses such.<br>
     I was excited to learn that some friends would be coming to visit me in Kent. They weren't going to arrive until late in the day, so I talked to another hiker, Whitewater, and we agreed to split a room at The Fife 'n Drum Inn. <br>
     Showered, I went to the laundromat to throw my laundry in with some other hikers. While there, I ran into Dundee, and hung out with him for a while. I told him he was welcome to spend the night in our room, and he took us up on the offer.<br>
     Once my friends arrived, we all hung out in the Inn for a while, sharing stories and laughs, and then we walked to the restaurant for dinner. It was a great time, I enjoyed delicious food and great company. <br>
     The old man whom owned both the inn and restaurant arrived that eve, and played some beautiful piano music. He used to play professionally, and even played with Frank Sinatra. He had dreamed of owning a fine restaurant in which he could come and play his piano, and it was nice to see he had lived out his dream. I shook his hand and thanked the old man before leaving.<br>
     It was late, so I said goodbye to my friends and retired myself. It is always sad to say goodbye to a familiar face, since I typically walk alone, and camp with strangers. But I hope to see them again someday, as with my other friends; I have been thinking a lot of how I would like to spend more time with people, and do better at keeping in contact... I am lucky to have met so many wonderful people throughout life.<br>
     The following morning, Whitewater informed us he would be taking a few days off, so Dundee and I ate some breakfast and walked back to the trail.<br>
     We walked together for the day, and I enjoyed the company. Dundee is a pretty cool guy, with a good sense of humor. We camped at Pine Swamp Brook, and walked together the following day. We did some good miles, which was pretty impressive considering a very extended break we took midday. <br>
     We had arrived, in mid afternoon heat, to "Great Falls". It was a beautiful waterfall. What started as an exploration, with us climbing the falls and checking out the scenery, quickly turned to swimming and fun. We stood beneath the falls, climbed and jumped in the water, and then sat and enjoyed the warm sun. <br>
     We swung into Salisbury to resupply, and I needed fuel. I have to say, I felt a little out of place in these Connecticut towns, walking in, sweaty and dirty, when everyone around were clearly wealthy and well off. <br>
     I walked into the grocery store, to find Dundee holding a huge chocolate cake, and wearing a large smile. Needless to say, we demolished that cake for lunch.<br>
     That night, we slept in Riga Shelter, opting not to tent because the eastern view from the shelter was nice, and I looked forward to the sunrise.<br>
     The morning ended up being cloudy, and I missed my desired sunrise view unfortunately. It was a nice morning nonetheless. <br>
     I climbed Bear Mountain, the highest peak in the state, and a mile later on the descent, I crossed into Massachusetts. I was excited, as I always am at a milestone! Another state completed!<br>
     Being a former resident, I looked forward to hiking some familiar ground. I was anticipating some of the interesting places to stay in the coming days. This trail has been so exciting, and I was eager to see what I would find around the next bend.</p>
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Waking up in my lone campsite, I rose, packed and ate my breakfast quickly. I was excited and anticipating the interesting trail ahead.<br /> After passing over Black Mountain, I crossed over a four lane highway, and then climbed Bear Mountain.<br /> Bear Mountain was fairly tall with many steps. In fact, they are working on creating more steps on the northern slope, due to the heavy traffic this area gets. It still amazes me how much volunteer work goes into this trail.<br />
The mountaintop opened up to expansive views, and I could even make out NYC in the hazy blue skyline. There was a stone monumental tower, which I walked to the top of. Many people were here, and one can even drive to the top.<br />
The descent was long, and I came out near a lake, by a park. It was strange being around so many people, after being in the woods so much. I felt a little out of place. I even caught a few people snapping my picture, probably amused at the novelty of a thruhiker in their presence. I don't blame anyone; I was always fascinated by the concept prior to this trip.<br />
The trail at this point actually passes through a small zoo. Thruhikers are allowed free admission as they are walking the trail. The zoo was interesting, and its focus is on plants and animals that are native to the area. When I entered, workers were introducing an orphaned coyote cub to the current adult coyote residents. It was an interesting sight.<br />
There is a Walt Whitman statue in the center of the zoo. It was very inspiring, and felt very relevant to my journey! There was a passage carved in stone:<br />
"<u><strong>The Song of the Open Road</strong></u>Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,<br />Healthy, free, the world before me,<br />The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.<br />Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,<br />Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,<br />Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,<br />Strong and content I travel the open road.<br />Camerado, I give you my hand!<br />I give you my love more precious than money,<br />I give you myself before preaching or law;<br />Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?<br />Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"<br />
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I passed the lowest point in the trail elevation-wise, which happened to be just in front of the bear den area. It gave me a strange feeling, Seeing these bears in captivity. To me, the bears I have been so lucky to witness along the trail have signified just how wild and free it was in this wilderness. To see them in captivity now before me disposed the significance I had felt.<br />
After the zoo, I went into the town of Fort Montgomery to retrieve a package at the post office, containing food my brother graciously mailed me to aid in my journey. I then crossed the Hudson River via Bear Mountain Bridge. When Earl Schaffer, the first thruhiker, crossed this bridge he was required to pay a nickel. It is now free to cross for those on foot.<br />
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The trail reentered the forest, and I then took a side trail to Anthony's Nose. The trail once passed over this feature, but they closed the area during the second World War due to its proximity to the city, and a military base. It normally offers views of the city in the skyline, but had become to hazy by the late afternoon to offer much views.<br />
I arrived at Peekskill, NY and stopped in at a small convenience store for a snack. I met a hiking couple here, known as the Lion Killers. we sat down to eat, when a former thruhiker pulled up beside us, introducing himself as Bud Heavy.<br />
Bud Heavy had hiked last year, and told us of how the experience was life changing. He insisted he needed to offer us some form of support, but we didn't need a ride anywhere, and didn't need anything from the store, so he gave us a little money. He insisted, because he had received so much love from people on the trail, and was compelled to "give back". He was a very cool and generous person. He plans on attempting the Pacific Crest Trail next year, and I am sure he will succeed.<br />
I camped that night in a field provided by a monastery. It was a large gathering of thruhikers, and I was happy to see some of the friends I have made, but haven't seen in a while. The camaraderie on the trail amongst hikers is amazing.<br />
The next day I hiked over some small mountains. It began to rain by the afternoon, and I equipped some rain gear and continued along. I camped that night at the Morgan Stewart Shelter with a few other hikers, Q...Man, Jackrabbit and WhiteWater.<br />
The next day, I hiked past Nuclear Lake, called so because it was the site of a nuclear fuels processing facility. they say it is safe now... i still chose to pass through with a quick pace.<br />
I crossed train tracks, arriving at the official "Appalachian Trail Train Stop". A hiker could theoretically take the train into the city from here on weekends! It was a nice spot for a quick break.<br />
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<br /> The road just passed the tracks had a little pizza stand, where i enjoyed a slice (or 3) of NY pizza, my last chance to do so. It was an early celebration, because I was just a few miles from the state border.<br />
I also hit up the garden center there. The owners are very hiker friendly, and they provided me with a free shower. I don't pass up free showers often, because they are easily one of the most pleasant experiences along the trail. They also gave me some good, clean water before I pressed on.<br />
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I crossed Hoyt Road, and officially entered Connecticut. I walked just a few more miles, and stopped at Ten Mile River Shelter. I was accompanied by White Water.<br />
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I sat at the shelter, and ate a special dinner given to me by my brother, for crossing the border. I then relaxed in my sleeping bag, and looked out into the field before me; I was blown away by an unbelievable display. Before me was the most dazzling firefly display I have ever witnessed before in my life. I cannot express to you how I feel in these moments. I can only try to describe it: It feels, at times, like I am truly alive for the first time. <br />
So, I had hiked since Georgia, and now stood in New England. I am doing this.... living this, and I appreciate every minute more than any words can express. I am Walking Home.</div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-17987053123334415292012-06-20T13:23:00.001-07:002012-06-20T14:08:18.526-07:00New York- Ice Cream to Bears, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     After crossing the state line into New York, I soon walked along the highest point I will within the state. The trail in this area proved tough, with some solid climbs and lots of rocks.<br>
     I crossed a road soon after crossing the border, and walked up the road to a creamery. I rewarded my completion of another state with a delicious ice cream sundae.<br>
     My first night in NY was spent near Wildcat Shelter, where I pitched my tent. It was crowded, very crowded... But not a thruhiker in sight. Everyone here were just out for a night or a couple of nights.<br>
     I sat by the fire, and talked. The folks camped here were intrigued by my journey, and their questions led to my stories of my trip so far. They were all wonderfully friendly, and we joked and laughed throughout the eve.<br>
     The next day, I walked up a staircase next to a waterfall, as voluntary workers were continuing to build them. I talked with them for a bit, and thanked them for the amazing work they are doing.<br>
     I climbed several small mountains, and then crossed a Turnpike, and entered Harriman State Park, home of some of the oldest original Appalachian Trail. <br>
     The trail started as a roadwalk, and as I passed a parking lot, I was called over by a man standing by his truck.<br>
     It turned out to be Padio, with his Paddywagon, who has been giving out trail magic for over a decade. He cooked me a lunch consisting of brats wrapped in bacon and soda! I ate several, and he also gave me some snacks to go. I was extremely grateful for this pleasant surprise!<br>
     I was thankful that I had these extra calories, as the trail climbed steeply. I came to a spot called the Lemon Squeezer, which was a very tight path through split rock. Then, there was a difficult section, where I had to toss my bag overhead and climb up and over a steep cliff.<br>
     The trail here passed through stunning forest, and I saw more deer than I can count. It sure was something. I imagined how it was in the days that Earl Schaffer, the first thruhiker, passed through here on his walk to Maine. <br>
     Once I made it to where the trail crossed the paved road in the park, I took a side trip down the road to a lakeside beach.<br>
     I spent a good amount of time here. I sat and stuck my bare feet in the sand, enjoying how good it felt on my sore feet. I swam in the warm lake. I also sat at a picnic table and cooked my dinner, with the benefit of pumped water nearby. I then walked the couple miles towards the next shelter.<br>
     Before I could make the shelter, as I was distracted in watching deer along the trail, I rounded a corner and saw black fur before me.<br>
     I hadn't comprehended the situation yet, when I saw two bear cubs suddenly shoot very quickly up trees. As the severity of the situation sunk in, the mother black bear rose to her hind legs, hovering tall over the brush. She did not appear happy.<br>
     I was scared. I knew this was a bad scenario, made much worse by just how close I was. I frantically tried to remember what I should do in this situation. I knew it so well, always reciting the steps to people in other moments. But in this moment, it was hard to recall anything, as I literally shook from fear. <br>
     I took a few steps back, trying to do so slowly and calmly. The large, fearsome bear didn't like my choice of actions apparently, as she bolted in my direction. I thought for a moment I was about to experience great pain. I assume that it wouldn't take much difficulty for her to do serious damage with her large paws. <br>
     To my good fortune, she stopped short of me, and instead circled the tree one of her cubs had taken cover in. So I proceeded to back into the corner of the trail.<br>
     I was as far back as I could go from the bears. The cubs chose to seek refuge in trees that my trail skirted in both directions. So I stayed in the corner. It was an awkward moment, where I couldn't move because of mama bear, mama bear wasn't leaving her cubs, and the cubs wouldn't come down because I was there. The mother bear was making loud noises, making her irritation obvious.<br>
     Finally, I stepped back off the trail, and into the thick brush. It was painful, but it gave the cubs just enough room to lower themselves down the trees, and all three bears scurried away.<br>
     With my heart still pounding hard, I continued to walk, this time talking and making noise. It would be dark soon, so I rushed to William Brien Shelter, and set up my tent by headlamp. I was camping alone once again. <br>
     I made sure to hang my bear bag very carefully and very secure that night. I was shook, admittedly. I was lucky to walk away from such a close encounter with a protective mother. As I laid out to sleep, my fears slipped away, and I thought to myself how amazing it was to witness a family of bears. This brings my total bear sightings on this trip alone to ten, if you include the cubs. <br>
     I desired a fellowship with the wilderness, and I was finding just that.<br>
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New Jersey began with a walk through Delaware Water Gap National Park. It then took me on a climb up on a ridge line, past a perfect backpacker campsite area. It was a nice place, complete with views, and had a privy. It was much to early in the day though, so I continued on. <br /> The trail looped around Sunfish Pond, a beautiful glacial pond. I stopped and took in the sights here, enjoyed the wildlife, and snapped a few frame-worthy pictures.<br />
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<br /> Nake caught up to me, and we walked and talked together for a while. We stopped at the AMC-run Mohican Center for a sandwich for lunch, and I pressed on alone.<br />
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<br /> There was a fire tower along the trail. Climbing high above the trees, I could see it was raining both to the north and south, but it was sunny sky above me. Once again, I find myself lucky along the trail.<br />
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<br /> After passing a few remote lakes, I climbed Rattlesnake Mountain, which required some actual climbing. Walking along the ridge, I heard thunder as clouds drew near, and I decided to set up camp. It turned out to be a very nice campsite, and I found serenity as I sat and enjoyed my dinner by my tent. A few rain showers occurred that night, and I fell asleep to the sounds around my tent.<br />
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The following day, I enjoyed yet another fire tower more exquisite views on my lone walk. I climbed Sunrise Mountain, and took a short break on the benches at top. I took time to reflect on my life, and realized my outlook on things has changed. Having time to think on the trail has given me a chance to find out much about myself; who I am, and my desires. I've realized, for example, how a simple existence can make me much happier than any amount of possessions. I understand now the preciousness of life, and just how short it is. I want to see and spend much more time with friends and family... how fortunate I am to have so many wonderful people in my life! I also have decided that I would like to direct my career focus towards something more; to challenge myself, and to maybe make a positive impact.<br />
That night I spent the night in a shelter alone. It was a half-mile off the trail. It was a peaceful evening, watching fireflies and listening to crickets.<br />
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The shelter itself was simple, constructed of old wooden logs. Someone with a sense of humor had climbed up and attached a satellite dish to the roof! It made me smile.<br />
That night, I awoke to sounds coming from outside. I turned on my headlamp, and found that there was a bear walking in the fields just outside the shelter. I watched him for a moment, then laid my head back down and fell asleep once again. Funny how I have become so accustomed to bears!<br />
Morning came, and I climbed back to the Appalachian Trail after breakfast, and continued on. I arrived at High Point State Park, and I spent a little time at the visitor center. I sent out a few post cards that the rangers were kind enough to see to it they would get sent.<br />
The trail came to a wooden platform, which gave views of the monument located on the highest point in New Jersey. The A.T. does not go to this point, however. I chose to take a side blue-blazed trail to the top, a short but steep climb.<br />
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I was glad I did. The views from the top were breathtaking. I have to say, coming into New Jersey I didn't know what to expect. I am pleasantly surprised... this section of trail has been very nice. It isn't too difficult, at least in comparison to the rest of the trail, but it is very rewarding.<br />
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I stopped in to the Jim Murray Property, home of the Secret Shelter, for a break. This man has built a heated cabin for hikers to use, complete with a water pump and a shower. It was a little slice of hiker paradise, and it was unfortunate I was only stopping in for a break.<br />
I pushed on, and ended up walking along a long boardwalk through bogs. It was an easy, quick couple of miles through bog, a very unique environment. I love the variety along this trail! It ended with a wooden footbridge over a creek.<br />
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After passing through some farmland, the trail dumped me onto route 94. There was a farm stand, and I gorged on fresh fruit! I had been craving nectarines, and was pleased at the delicious juiciness. One learns to appreciate the littlest things when one is backpacking this long!<br />
Back at the road, a kind person stopped to give me a lift to the church hostel up the road in Vernon, where I could shower and rest for the night. There was two other hikers there, Trotter and a southbounder.<br />
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The next morning, I climbed Wawayanda Mountain, and enjoyed some of my final views in Jersey. A few miles later, I was posing for a picture at the NY/NJ state line, with a huge smile on my face. I feel good... real good. And not just physically; I am truly happy. Life is just amazing.<br />
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<br /> </div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-12570998511006426522012-06-15T05:01:00.001-07:002012-06-15T19:38:50.351-07:00Pennsylvania: The End, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     A good nights rest and a good breakfast in Port Clinton, and I was back on the trail.<br>
     The trail became exceptionally rocky as it climbed back up to the ridges. I was now certainly experiencing the "Pennsylvania rocks" that people talk about so much on the trail. The trail is typically rocky, but in this state, you literally are walking along boulder fields and mass piles of rocks. Your feet take a pretty good beating.<br>
     Climbing up towards the viewpoint called "Windsor Furnace", I passed many day hikers. Some stopped me to ask about my hike. It seems I tend to see very few people, if any, on most days. But near popular day hikes, especially around weekends, I may see many people.<br>
     Pulpit Rock offered some spectacular views, complimented by soaring raptors. I passed the last of the dayhikers here.<br>
     A few more rocky miles, and I come to an area of cliffs known as "The Pinnacle". I was taken away by the unbelievable views! A vast, sweeping landscape of forest and farmland... I decided to spend some time here.<br>
     The area had some interesting caves I began to explore, but when it became a bit challenging, I decided not to enter further. I was alone, and should I get stuck I could be there for a long time. It was fun and interesting, nonetheless.<br>
     After sitting for a long time in a meditative stance , absorbing the fresh air and beauty at the Pinnacle, dark clouds began to gather. I decided to get back on the trail. <br>
     Not more than a few miles down the trail, it began to really pour. I equipped my rain gear, and made it to the next shelter, Eckville Shelter.<br>
     This was a particularly nice shelter, one with a caretaker living nearby. It had wooden bunks and tables, and a nice potable water source. It was a little early in the day to stop, but with the pouring rain and dangerous terrain ahead, I decided to stay.<br>
     I had the company of two Amish brothers, which was great. I had never met an Amish person before, and they were very friendly and eager to answer my questions. It was a great perspective, too... You can really get to know someone when you are camped out in the woods, people become genuine and authentic.<br>
     A few more thruhikers joined the shelter, including Steve-O, Blue (whom later I learned contracted Lyme Disease while on the trail), and Nake. It made for good company on this rainy eve. When we learned it was one of the Amish brothers' birthday, we all sang for him. It was fun. <br>
     The next day I hit the trail early, and made it to the Blue Mt Summit road crossing for lunch at a little restaurant there. I was joined by Steve-O and Blue. Back on the trail, Blue walked with me for a few miles, and we talked about our lives back home. He is an interesting person, who likes to fly planes and looks forward to RVing with his grandchildren.<br>
     The trail took me over an area of very steep rock called Knife Edge. It was very challenging, but I took much enjoyment from it; the rock scrambling, the rush from the steepness, and the nice views all made for an exhilarating experience.<br>
     After about 25 miles that day, I arrived at Outerbridge Shelter. There were no good tentsites, and the shelter itself was less than impressive. It was leaking and flooded.<br>
     I decided instead to push just a bit further to a road, and hitched the couple miles into Palmerton. <br>
     There is a free hostel to stay in there, nicknamed "jail" because it is run by the police and is situated in the old, former station. <br>
     It was a nice place. There was lots of reading material, a nice shower.... It seemed luxurious for a free stay.<br>
     a hiker named Stinger and I had the place to ourselves. Another hiker, Motown, was also staying in town with her folks, and they dropped by to drop off some snacks and sodas. They also gave us a lift back to the trail the next morning.<br>
     The trail coming out of this gap was some of the toughest yet. It was steep, loose rock, and required a lot of climbing.<br>
     The area is known as the Superfund Site. The vegetation here was almost completely wiped out years ago from the mining and smelting that had gone on in the area, and the earth eroded down to the bare rocks as a result.<br>
     I was walking along with Stinger and Motown, when out of the woods a baby deer came running.<br>
     The fawn was beyond adorable! It showed no fear, making little calls as it came right up to us and began licking our legs. This was such an incredible moment, one I will never forget! <br>
     Eventually, after spending much time in awe of this fearless fawn, we continued north. We came to a person with a foot in a cast, sitting by his tent in front of the trail.<br>
     His name was Firehands, and he had attempted a thruhike this year, but ended early because of a broken foot after slipping and falling near a waterfall. He is now parked at this spot, handing out some trail magic. We talked for a bit, and he gave us soda and snacks.<br>
     As we walked, it began to rain. I had to stop and put away some gear, and thus was once again walking alone, as one with the woods.<br>
     Pennsylvania is a truly fascinating state. It's unique geology, from its massive rock piles caused by the melting and refreezing of glaciers, its strange rocks formed in the middle of glaciers that emerge similar in appearance to cement, and its various materials that were desired and resulted in all the mining along these ridges. <br>
     The wildlife is amazing; I observed countless deer, colorful birds, and even spotted a rattlesnake in the trail.<br>
     I spent that night camped on the property of a restaurant in Wind Gap. The people who own the place were very friendly, and fed me a very big breakfast in the morning. I enjoyed listening to the ins and outs of running a restaurant over coffee, and learned a bit of history of the area. <br>
     A few tough climbs later that day, and I made it to the town of Delaware Water Gap. This is my last stop in Pennsylvania, and once I cross the bridge out of town, I will have entered New Jersey.<br>
     I went to the Church Of The Mountain Hostel, the oldest A.T. hostel on the trail. I was greeted by a crowd of thruhikers, the largest group I've seen in a long time. Dundee, Stinger, Motown, Redman, Steve-O, Pretzel, Trotter, and several more were all gathered at this one place, resting sore feet after the punishing PA rocks. <br>
     I had several packages in town, including my new shoes. I couldn't wait to get them, as my current pair was almost completely destroyed. I did recycle the old pair by constructing a pair of ultralight camp sandals using the insoles, shoelaces, and a little ducktape.<br>
     I enjoyed hanging out with thruhikers, trading stories and laughing at jokes. We grabbed pizza and drinks at the local shop. A man I met way back in Virginia, who goes by the nickname "Guitarman", swung by, insisting on doing some "trail magic", providing some food and entertaining us with songs on his guitar. <br>
     It was good times to say the least, and a pleasant way to end my walk in Pennsylvania. It was an amazing section of the trail, and I will remember it fondly always. While it was punishing on my feet, it was also intriguing, uniquely challenging, and offered good times and great rewards.<br>
     It was sad to leave, as the bridge took me over the river. I looked back toward Pennsylvania, and thought of it and all the states south of it; how I had dreamed for so long of walking them in the trail's entirety; and now they were done. I am more than halfway. How quickly my dream journey is passing! <br>
     I looked north, and thought of the Whites, the remoteness of Maine, the Long Trail, Hudson Valley, the Garden State.... I have so much to look forward to. And so I walked across that bridge, and entered New Jersey, continuing northward.</p>
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     We crossed train tracks, and took to the woods as the path went steeply up and over rocks. <br>
     I slipped on some rocks, and took a spill. It was a clumsy fall, where I couldn't catch myself, and the weight of my backpack threw me off balance. <br>
     I was now bleeding, filthy and sore, but I wanted to try to keep up with Dundee, so I pressed on.<br>
     I slipped again. This time, my foot became caught, and my fall resulted in a lot of damage to my mesh trail runner shoes. I sat down, looking at my shoes. I was very glad I had a new pair waiting for me in a post office not far ahead. I got back up, and continued on. <br>
     The trail crossed a busy road via a pedestrian bridge, and emptied into a parking lot. In the parking lot was a sign, that read "MEMORIAL DAY TRAIL MAGIC! THRUHIKERS WELCOME", so I followed the arrow. <br>
     There were many, many people. It was a very large family, and it was very overwhelming at first. People ushered me along, showing me to the countless tables of food. I saw Dundee in the corner, and felt a little less overwhelmed. I was also joined by Spider, another hiker. I grabbed some food and took a seat, and began talking to this family that has so kindly taken me in to their holiday celebration. I immediately felt at ease, as I learned several members of the family are past thruhikers. <br>
     Looking around the room, I began noticing ATC socks, hats, and shirts. I saw pictures of hikers on the wall. I began to realize this was a family that cared very much about the A.T. and those of us on it, and I was able to loosen up and enjoy good food, good company and a nice rest. Who knew I would get to celebrate Memorial Day after all?<br>
     I made my way to Clark's Valley Creek that night, with intentions to enjoy a nice swim. As I was setting up camp, I was approached by a man from a group camping nearby. <br>
     It turns out he is a teacher, and was with a group of high schoolers and other teachers out on a senior trip. He said they had never met a thruhiker before, and was wondering if I could do a q&a by the campfire. I didn't mind.<br>
"How long have you been out?" <br>
"A little over two months so far." I replied.<br>
"Don't you get lonely?"<br>
"Certainly, pretty often." Said I.<br>
"What do you eat?"<br>
"Everything I can," I responded jokingly.<br>
     The questions went on for some time, and it was getting late. I said I needed to get some sleep, and as I walked away, the students gave me a round of applause. It caught me off guard, but made me feel good.<br>
     A late start the next morning had me scrambling to make it to a decent destination that day. The trail took me up a mountainside, following an old mining road. Taking side trails a short distance brought me to the entrances of old abandoned coal mines. The history of this mining community was made even more apparent as the trail passed through several former mining towns, complete with old foundations, walls, and even family burial grounds.<br>
     I ran into a woman doing maintenance on the trail, and we ended up conversing for a while. It turns out she is the president of a local hiking club. I was fascinated in her dedication to hiking.<br>
     Storm clouds rolled in and the thunder began booming. She told me she felt bad that she kept me, and that I may not make it to the shelter before night. She said there wouldn't be a place for my tent before the shelter. I insisted that it was fine, I can hike really fast now. I continued north.<br>
     The rain came hard and fast. I threw on my rain gear, and faced the storm.<br>
     A few miles later, the trail came to a road. There she was, in her van, calling me over. I hopped in. She insisted she bring me to town and give me a place to stay. I looked at my book... In this rain, it wasn't going to be an easy eve. I finally accepted her invite, and she put me up for the night, and returned me to the trail the next morning. People who associate with the trail have this special personality, a connection with all who have love for it. <br>
     As I walked Pennsylvania, the ridge full of rock and boulder, I admired just how unique and different this part of the trail was from the rest. It was rough on the feet, but the diversity captures my interests without fail.<br>
     When I arrived in the town of Port Clinton, I intended on just passing through. Stopping in at the post office, I learned that the Cabelas in Hamburg will shuttle hikers to and from the store. I figured it would be a nice break from hiking.<br>
     I took the free ride, and walked around the giant outfitters for a bit. I admired the huge animal display, and stood in awe at the size of the bears. <br>
     Cabelas is geared more towards hunting and fishing, and does not supply much of the items that would interest a long distance hiker. Most of their things are bulky and heavy. I want light and fast.<br>
     It was a nice break though, and I did grab some jerky and some maple candy. <br>
     I took the ride back to Port Clinton, and decided to check out the town some more.<br>
     They provide a really nice hiker pavilion in town. It was impressive, with comfortable chairs, and they even left some snacks. I decided to spend my night here.<br>
     A good nights rest in a friendly town, and many more incredible miles to look forward to. That night, I dreamed of tall, bare New Hampshire mountains...</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k8bqiHqWLQg/T9NDYfWs9XI/AAAAAAAAEVE/ZTlkj8wSQtY/IMAG1107.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-R6Y2w7qfOIE/T9NdJ1lFjlI/AAAAAAAAEVU/8rUFHfBm6VI/IMAG1111.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-D2QBDvmbsUc/T9NdeOiwMCI/AAAAAAAAEVc/2M-f5p7iraI/IMAG1113.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T3hqd1c_Ows/T9NdvlesJMI/AAAAAAAAEVk/nI_L5dMZlwo/IMAG1108.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bCk5S8ZFXFc/T9Nd9XibHZI/AAAAAAAAEVs/oGh2jKGt3h8/IMAG1114.jpg' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-84678644176529606312012-06-03T19:43:00.001-07:002012-06-03T19:43:54.455-07:00Pennsylvania: The Beginning, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     The hike took me into the state of Pennsylvania, and will bring me along its rocks and ridges for over 200 miles. The beginning stretch was an easy, fairly flat stretch. It brought me over an overwhelming amount of road crossings for the first few miles, taking me out of my element.<br>
     I arrived at route 16, and walked east into Blue Ridge Summit for a mail drop. The walk was only a little over a mile, but the road was fast and became narrow for a stretch... It was a bit dangerous!<br>
     I stopped by the Post Office, and got my package. The local scouts had put together a little box of things for hikers there, and I helped myself to some bug spray and hand sanitizer. Signing their little book and saying thank you, I thought about how special this trail is made by all the people who live along it. It's simply amazing. <br>
     With a storm starting, I ducked into a little diner across the street. I had a sandwich and a piece of pie. Packing to leave, the waitresses insisted I stay and wait until the worst of the storm passes. They gave me a little more food on the house, which I enjoyed graciously.<br>
     After a little time passed, I decided I needed to get back on the trail, regardless of rain. I wasn't going to walk that road again though! I stuck my thumb out and in minutes a kind woman gave me a lift. <br>
     I enjoyed the light rain and easy terrain as I made my way north, and I came to a nice little shelter called Tumbling Run. It was actually two small shelters, jokingly labeled "snoring" and "not snoring". I pitched my tent on a tent pad, and conversed with fellow thruhiker "Buzzkill", and a friendly old section-hiking man. That night I listened to the rain as I drifted in and out of sleep.<br>
     The following morning began with a walk up Chimney Rocks, but I had no view due to rainclouds... You can't win them all.  <br>
     20 miles later, I came to a nice shelter, Birch Run. I met "Birchy", the caretaker and trail maintainer for the area, and enjoyed hearing his stories of the trail while sipping a cold soda he had given me. He offered to make breakfast the next morning, so I chose to stop here rather than continuing. I met a fellow thruhiker, a great guy named "Dundee", hailing from Australia. <br>
     I stayed up listening to Birchy talk of his experiences, then retired to the shelter. It was a nice shelter with wooden bunks.<br>
     The next day, rising early, I followed Birchy to his place and enjoyed a nice breakfast and coffee. I caught a ride with him back to the trail, and met up with Dundee.<br>
     Dundee and I walked together for the remainder of the day. After taking a little break, we came to the midway marker. A sign signified that we were halfway to Maine... I let out a wail of joy! I have made it so far, and for the first time, I felt genuinely confident I would succeed in hiking this entire trail in one go. <br>
     We took our pictures by the sign, and, both of us in good spirits, we proceeded into Pine Grove Forest State Park. <br>
     After passing a mansion used to house slaves as part of the underground railroad, we came to a store, which was our first chance to complete the "Halfway Halfgallon Challenge". This challenge is a tradition amongst thruhikers. We had to eat a halfgallon of ice cream in under 30 minutes... I did mine in 24. <br>
     We walked through the ATC Museum, and we were some of the first thruhikers to have our pictures taken for the log. <br>
     Having dreamed of thruhiking the trail for many years, I was in awe of the museum. There was much trail history here, including information on its beginnings, and famous belongings of some of the first and most famous thruhikers. I absolutely love this trail.<br>
     I continued to walk with Dundee the rest of the day. We had shared some great moments, and I enjoyed talking to him while walking. It was a nice change of pace from my usual lone walk.<br>
     We took to a road to have some subs for dinner at a deli. They were inexpensive, huge, and delicious. Perfect.<br>
     That night we stayed in the Alec Kennedy Shelter, and experienced the most insanely loud snoring I have ever experienced. I didn't get much sleep.<br>
     The following day we continued to walk together, and arrived early in Boiling Springs, where we had breakfast. There was the ATC office there, but it was closed. A few miles later, we learned why. There was a new trailhead being opened, and people from ATC were gathered there in celebration. We received bottled water and temporary ATC tattoos, which I sported proudly. <br>
     The trail through Cumberland Valley was a unique section, as it passed right through the middle of farm fields. It was a hot, humid day, and it was made exceptionally hot hiking in the wide open fields all day.<br>
     It grew cloudy, and we knew we would be walking through rain soon. We decided we would do 30 miles into Duncannon, and split a room at the Doyle hotel. I called ahead to reserve a spot, and soon after we were back on the wooded ridgeline, and in the rain. <br>
     Just as the rain began to subside, I spotted something in the trail ahead. A bobcat! As soon as I realized, it had darted into the woods. Much to my surprise, it hadn't gone too far; I could still see it off in the forest. I had enough time to snap a few pictures before it bolted. <br>
     After having our picture taken on the steep and impressive Hawk Rock, we began the steep descent into Duncannon. <br>
     The Doyle Hotel greeted us with a large banner stating that it welcomed hikers. It looked ancient from the outside, and we learned that it was supposedly haunted on the inside. <br>
     The folks there were friendly, and the room, when split, was cheap. It wasn't anything particularly nice, as the place was old and historic, and it was just a minimalist room and a shared bathroom/shower. Still, it felt amazing to wash up and relax.<br>
     That night, I dragged Dundee and a German section hiker named Axel to a local pub. We were the center of attention, as the people there were amazed and impressed by our adventures. We enjoyed a few drinks bought by the locals, including rounds of shots. When we had our bills handed to us, a man sitting next to us paid them for us. It was amazing... People can be so amazing. <br>
     We had a really, really good time. We were all laughing, talking, and overjoyed. With a good, warm and jolly feeling inside, I found my way back to the Doyle, and slept a good, long, well-deserved sleep.<br>
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<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uYXe6b-4ajg/T8wf-EyrXxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/todP4wrLKkc/IMAG1101.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yQkURPQE9iY/T8wgJVxQJAI/AAAAAAAAELY/JdDw7CirK_4/IMAG1096.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YMdRBWx3tZA/T8wgTkbhkxI/AAAAAAAAELg/xPFGnw17SsA/IMAG1102.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1AcFJRtbzFk/T8wgk0msu8I/AAAAAAAAELo/QBeBYIy9mrk/IMAG1095.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pplNGpf8n0s/T8wgq4FvBQI/AAAAAAAAELw/R3HiLeShPPQ/IMAG1106.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NhNx3C1vM1Q/T8wg3uARJaI/AAAAAAAAEL4/8jsFadriEUA/IMAG1099.jpg' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-13136818050013826832012-06-01T17:30:00.001-07:002012-06-02T08:21:23.815-07:00Maryland, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     After a long, long stretch in Virginia, I am back to knocking off states. West Virginia was as short a stretch as they come, and Maryland wasn't far behind.<br>
     What is great about Maryland is it is very unique from the other states thus far. It wasn't much for wilderness, as I wasn't in deep forest for more than a few miles. It didn't have very many climbs, or rocks; it is some of the easiest trail the Appalachian Trail has to offer.<br>
     What Maryland did offer was an amazing history lesson. It was an intriguing and interesting change of pace.<br>
     As soon as I set foot in the state, I was walking along the old C&O Canal towpath. Mules would use this stretch to haul barges through the canal, until 1924. This interesting footpath was almost lost to highway construction, but was saved by a group of protesting hikers, led by Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas, whom had hiked the entire A.T. himself previously.<br>
     Later that same day, I walk through fields where famous Civil War battles were fought, including the one credited with being the beginning of the end of the war. Some places I walked, I was standing over mass graves of Confederate Soldiers. Interpretive signs along the way bring me back to those days, with great details of how the war was fought.<br>
     I was welcomed into a small museum at one point. In it on display were many actual items used by soldiers in those very fields. I wondered how it felt, living in those times, and fighting a war with ourselves. Seeing their clothes, weapons, canteens, and other belongings really helped put me there. <br>
I climbed a small hill, with signs along the way that make up a timeline of George Washington's life. At the top, a side trail brought me to a large stone structure. That structure was the first monument dedicated to George Washington.<br>
Originally built by townsfolk in 1827, the bottle-shaped monument has a staircase leading to the top, where an observation deck gave me views of Maryland and its surrounding states.<br>
I enjoyed a nice hot shower that night in a facility paid for and provided by the state. I was very grateful. <br>
The following day, I followed a ridge, with some nice views in a few places. Then, passing through Pen Mar Park, I came to a sign... The Mason-Dixon Line. I am in Pennsylvania.<br>
Pennsylvania has a reputation for difficult, rocky terrain over low elevation. I am curious to see it for myself. This trail is just amazing, every step of the way.<br>
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<br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8ZfZZQxaoME/T8leOOMNTTI/AAAAAAAAD_s/mCAQDSDF1LM/IMAG1088.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7cZUierL0LM/T8leXZSOPwI/AAAAAAAAD_0/Hg4AyF-tDZY/IMAG1084.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6plFIzKLvMM/T8ledrfun6I/AAAAAAAAD_8/MGMAzwzribA/IMAG1086.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PIkvTq36_Fo/T8leljrNtDI/AAAAAAAAEAI/Kd4K0OIU7y8/IMAG1087.jpg' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-75687451146492707722012-05-31T19:02:00.001-07:002012-06-01T06:33:29.871-07:00West Virginia, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     Making it to West Virginia was a huge accomplishment for me. Arriving in a new state after being in Virginia so long gave me new confidence, and renewed enthusiasm! Don't get me wrong, I loved Virginia. I found kindness and love from many wonderful people, I enjoyed many landmarks along the trail, the rich history, wildlife... Virginia was wonderful.<br>
     It was also a bit mentally draining, however. It just seemed like it was going to take forever to reach its northern border. The weather didn't help, either. For the most part, it was nice. In fact this whole hike I have been lucky with the weather, experiencing rain, snow and hail but usually it isn't bad. But there was a stretch while walking Virginia where it just rained consistently, day after day. And it was a cold rain, too. Paired with chilly nights. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, but it did make me feel pretty drained.<br>
     The weather, and the fact I went so long without an "accomplishment", added a new level of challenge to the hike; a mental one. I felt lonely. I was cold, and frustrated my gear was wet. I was slipping in mud. I was sore. All this made it noticeably more difficult to find pleasure in carrying all my supplies on my back and up over mountains each and every day.<br>
     I never lost sight, though. As difficult as it became, I would remind myself how lucky I am to be out here living my dream. I breathed deep and took notice of the new wildlife that emerge only in these steady rains, like the rainbow of different salamander species. I set small goals, and ignored the long distances ahead of me. I daydreamed of all the times shared with people I am lucky to have known. I persevered.<br>
     And then, some time later, I came to what is known as the "Roller Coaster", a series of uphills and downhills in rapid succession over a stretch of 14 miles. And on the final hill, racing up to the top, breathing heavily, sweating, greeted and congratulated by a few fellow thruhikers... I arrived to the sign. Virginia is done; I have completed another state. A warm blood ran from my heart and through my body, and I smiled a most sincere and joyous smile.<br>
     After spending the night at Blackburn Trail Center, a nice little place set aside for hikers with bunks and a woodstove, I strolled on into Harpers Ferry, West Virginia. Arriving at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy (ATC), I was overwhelmed with emotion. I am pretty much halfway... I felt that making it this far, I can make it all the way.<br>
     I was greeted by friendly volunteers, who gave me a place to sit and a cool drink, and we talked of the trail. I had my picture taken, and I am now officially in the records as a thruhiker.<br>
     A very friendly person, and also a bit of a "celebrity" since being featured in the National Geographic A.T. Documentary, offered me a place to stay for the night in exchange for some work. I was excited to be able to spend a little extra time in this historic town.<br>
     It was a great experience; we ate, talked about hiking, laughed, and watched movies. He really added to my experience!<br>
     The next morning, after breakfast, he joined me in walking a few miles up the trail. As we strolled through Harpers Ferry, I admired the antique appearance. The town goes to great lengths to preserve its old appearance. <br>
     The town is full of history. It has significance in the Lewis and Clark expedition, it was the site of occurrences which led to the Cival War and abolishing of slavery, and is the site of a once booming town full of old buildings, churches, cemetery, etc.<br>
     I would learn as I walked with my host that the trail followed along an old canal towpath. Along the canal, as we passed old locks, was an old railroad track. At the time of their construction, canals were successful while trains were unproven. It ended up that the railroad became far more successful, and the canal became unused in time.<br>
     We walked a few miles, and then he wished me luck and we parted ways. I have been very lucky to meet so many wonderful people along the trail. The people are a huge part of this experience, and I will never forget any of them; they have changed my outlook on things in a way I will carry with me for years to come.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lT2vihRkGH8/T8jDvwk2Y0I/AAAAAAAAD8A/WXHx3xMez1o/IMAG1083.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FESV-6nkPqs/T8jDxiDv82I/AAAAAAAAD8I/wltIMjv4WxE/IMAG1079.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UlOCRQh_oY4/T8jDzc_9hEI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/_TAV8jE9sQY/IMAG1081.jpg' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-575790833452188682012-05-31T16:31:00.001-07:002012-05-31T16:31:33.125-07:00Side Trails In Shenandoah and the Thruhiker Mentality, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     In the Smokies, I had decided to not only hike the Appalachian Trail from it's border to border, but I had decided to also throw in a few additional side trails, adding to the mileage of course, but also increasing the rewards with great views and an incredible experience.<br>
     In Shenandoah National Park, I did the same. Not just because I wanted to increase the payoff though, but because I felt I needed to. <br>
     You see, I realized quickly that in this National Park, the trail, which was very well maintained and well graded, brought me close to many scenic views and mountaintops, but did not bring me to them. In order to truly appreciate this place, I had to take to the side trails.<br>
     Now, being a purist, I refuse to miss a single "white blaze" that marks the Appalachian Trail. That means I can only do out-and-back trails. Fortunately, there were plenty of good opportunities for short trails to some scenic mountaintops.<br>
     Shown below are pictures of a couple of the side trail vistas, including a short walk to the stunning Stony Man Summit. Shown are myself and a fellow thruhiker, the kilted "Salt Bomb", whom was one of a few hikers on the trail willing to walk a few extra miles.<br>
     This brings me to the topic of a "Thruhiker Mentality". I have come to realize that many people out here for the long haul develop a narrow sense, where they, in some cases, refuse to do anything but clock miles on the A.T. For example, arriving at a shelter later that day, I mentioned that I had done two side trails, and that they were impressive. A couple of fellow thruhikers insisted that I was crazy for putting in those extra miles. <br>
     It gets interesting, though: I then asked if any of those same people had gone the extra 2 miles to go to the first "Wayside", which is essentially an overpriced fast food joint. Every one of them had. So, apparently I was crazy for going out of my way for beautiful serenity, to bag another peak, or to simply enjoy this wilderness... But it isn't crazy to travel miles for food. <br>
     This is a syndrome. A mentality that overtakes some hikers out here, where food and conveniences become the only drive. Where one passes by mountains we may never cross again, waterfalls so close you can hear them, and the fellowship with the wilderness that we had sought in the first place.<br>
     I am not criticizing. Everyone is out here for their own reasons, and can enjoy their hike in whatever way they please. I have just decided that I am out here for the scenery, the wilderness, all that this trail has to offer.<br>
     I am hungry, tired and sore; but I refuse to give in. I don't want this experience to feel like a job, or a chore; that I must get up and churn out miles just because. I will get up and do what I love, and I love backpacking. I love climbing mountains, taking in views; I love walking this trail.</p>
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<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-v_mlxFfS6_w/T8f_Mxtl2FI/AAAAAAAAD7c/DwYnO-ZJNbc/IMAG1067.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qXkRF2GK_hk/T8f_Qu9N0mI/AAAAAAAAD7k/dEIG_zfZ2_w/IMAG1072.jpg' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vX6IbEAeOk4/T8f_U_1kpBI/AAAAAAAAD7w/1eiKd4DnYcg/IMAG1069.jpg' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-26481271077661284912012-05-16T08:59:00.001-07:002012-05-16T11:18:49.782-07:00Shenandoah National Park, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     Waynesboro proved to be a very hospitable and hiker-friendly town. The local YMCA has a nice grassy area set aside in a park for thruhikers to pitch their tents whilst visiting the town. They also provided me with a care package with soaps and whatnot, and allowed me to use their showers. It was my first shower in weeks, and I can not tell you how wonderful it felt.<br>
     The town also has a "trail angel network", which basically is a long list of names and numbers you could call for a free ride to town or back to the trail. These folks were undeniably angels, as they brought me where I needed to go out of pure kindness, and were so absolutely friendly in the process. I appreciated their help so much!<br>
     As of Waynesboro, I have lost 45 pounds. This was a little shocking, I knew I would lose weight but I didn't expect to lose so much, not even half way in!<br>
     I have what is referred to as "hiker hunger" in full force now. What this means is that my body has burned through much of its reserves, and I now burn much more calories then I can possibly consume. The result is a consistent hunger, and the ability to eat ridiculous amounts of food while still losing weight. <br>
     In fact, eating becomes crucial at this point. My ability to eat and consume calories directly impacts my energy level throughout the day and following days. Waynesboro fortunately is home to a number of good, yet inexpensive, restaurants that I enjoyed.<br>
     The weeks of rain and hail finally subsided for a few days, perfectly timed as I prepared to return to the trail. A trail angel gave me a ride back to the A.T., and I returned to my long walk. <br>
     Within a few miles, I entered Shenandoah National Park. This park is beautiful to say the least. The trail runs along Skyline Drive, intersecting with it numerous times. This offers some unique conveniences that a thruhiker doesn't normally get. Passing picnic areas, campgrounds and campstores, restaurants, and the like means for a hiker easy access to potable water, bathrooms, trash barrels, meals and food.<br>
    I took a side trail to conquer Tunk Mountain, and then followed the A.T. over Black Rock Mountain. I had hiked here previously with good friends just over a year ago, and I was immediately immersed in fond memories. The mountain summit itself is a fun little rock scramble, essentially a pile of rocks and boulders offering nice views. I sat and thought of time spent with friends, fun and joyous moments past. <br>
     I also thought about the fact that prior to my thruhike, this was the southernmost section of this long trail I had set foot on. I remember seeing the white blazes, thinking of how this is the same trail I walked on regularly in New England; I was so excited and hopeful to walk it in its entirety. I talked my friends' ears off on the topic of the trail for the rest of the trip. And now, here I am, thruhiking... I am really, truly living out my dream.<br>
      After passing by Loft Mountain Campground, and utilizing the store for resupplying, I came to some breathtaking vistas atop Loft Mountain. I decided to pitch my tent nearby, and I sat on my rocky perch and enjoyed the panoramic sunset while eating dinner. It is moments like these that I feel complete, that I truly appreciate the privilage of being on this long journey.<br>
     The trail over the next couple of days has been nice and well graded. Honestly, this is the first time I can honestly say the trail has gotten easier since I started. <br>
     Even though the trail isn't quite as difficult, I have chosen to take my time here. I have made good time thus far, and I don't feel I need to rush. I am enjoying this forest so much. It is refreshing, like cleansing myself of modern society, if even just for moments.<br>
     The wildlife has been abundant. I have seen more deer than I can count. They don't run away immediately like the deer back home; here they seem to hang around, almost posing for my camera. <br>
     I have startled a couple of bear. As I walk alone, quietly down the trail, I will catch a short glimpse of black fur as they dart away into the woods. They leave behind many signs that they are very present, where they dug for grubs, claw marks on bark, and scat along the trail.<br>
     Last night, the threat of thunder led me to call it a day a little early, as I ducked into an old chestnut shelter. I was joined by 3 section hikers. They turned out to be a friendly bunch, and we sat around the fire sharing stories and laughing all evening. I had a great time, enjoying the simple pleasure of good company, and nothing else aside from the natural world abound and all around us.<br>
     Today I made it to Skyland, a resort catering to guests of Shenandoah National Park. I could not pass up the opportunity to sit and enjoy a good meal, and I am glad I did. I enjoyed a delicious, filling meal by a window with gorgeous views. I was joined by a fellow thruhiker named Salt Bomb, and we talked a lot about woodworking, which is his trade. <br>
     Getting back on the trail, blessed with nice weather, I am looking forward to the rest this park has to offer. Today the trail passes close to Stony Man Mountain, and I may just chose to climb to its summit. <br>
     This adventure is made even more amazing in that I am free to do and roam as I please. These woods and mountains are calling for me, and I have every intention to remain within them until I am home. </p>
<br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WHfggB1rgtg/T7Pvc5oa0kI/AAAAAAAADrA/P9f2UbOA7RY/IMAG1058.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Y0e2BpMl-f8/T7PvfCrZjeI/AAAAAAAADrI/M3paRle1FY8/IMAG1067.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-T0Op7jeEOdo/T7PvhPEPBQI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1961FVLyyFQ/IMAG1056.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-41107424322464533862012-04-16T20:10:00.001-07:002012-04-16T20:10:50.785-07:00Roan Highlands, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     Emerald green seas of grass, and endless views. <br>
     The Roan Highlands proved to be an easy highlight of my journey!<br>
     It started with a long, hard uphill, over Roan Mountain. Not much to see, a wooded summit with a historic site which Skyland Hotel once stood, catering to guests in the late 1800's and early 1900's. <br>
     What followed was beyond words.<br>
     After passing a gap, I proceeded to climb once again. This time, though, I was climbing a large, grass mountain. <br>
     Once at the top, I could see in every direction, and at great distance. It was beautiful.<br>
     This bald mountain was proceeded by another, and yet another. I spent much time gazing into the distance from a soft place to sit that afternoon. <br>
     After departing the last summit, the trail dips back into trees, and eventually connects with a trail once used by local militia men, the Overmountain Men, to travel to and battle the British in the Revolutionary War. This bloody battle was a crucial win for the war, which these men fought using their own guns and provisions, and without the aid of medical or supplies.<br>
     Turning down the side trail, I found myself walking an old gravel road to a big, red barn that has been converted into a shelter.<br>
     It was early, and I had intended to walk further, but this ancient barn was too neat to pass up.<br>
     I laid in the grass, soaking in sun and breeze. <br>
     I was told by another hiker that it was haunted. It was also Friday, the 13th. An interesting night, to say the least.<br>
     The next morning, I woke and was out in front of the barn before sunrise. I decided I would begin up Hump Mountain, another grassy bald, to watch the sun rise as I walked.<br>
     I was in constant awe.<br>
     The sun rose directly behind a distant mountain, filling the sky in many colors in a most magnificent manner. It was such an inspiring moment.<br>
     I continued across balds, with expansive views in all directions. I could even see the shelter, that was once the barn for a small farm, nestled way below in a valley. <br>
      I wondered to myself if the people who once farmed here appreciated this beauty. I felt they must have, it might be why they chose such a inaccessible location in the first place. <br>
      They may have had much in common with me; a need and desire to be here. I wonder.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M35weo-TfF0/T4zfCCHrfeI/AAAAAAAADV8/DmzqVXRxTks/IMAG1023.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NG2WoyVaeYA/T4zfG8ivrHI/AAAAAAAADWE/grp22GI5DUo/IMAG1022.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6Vi6srniGXg/T4zfIYuEGxI/AAAAAAAADWM/MZhJnejTV0c/IMAG1021.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1kNsh1vxWJc/T4zfJxThduI/AAAAAAAADWU/Iv0gruc-bZI/IMAG1019.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hdEaiaw0QVw/T4zfOCXn9xI/AAAAAAAADWc/OfvCfds514k/IMAG1020.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-12166947879860030282012-04-16T19:30:00.001-07:002012-04-16T19:30:09.877-07:00Unaka Mountain, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     The forests of the Southern Appalachians thus far have been a very unique experience for me. Having never hiked in some of these states previously, I was pleasantly surprised at how new and exciting the little things would be to me.<br>
     In Georgia, the ground was not the Earth I am used to in the Northeast. Nor is it similar to that of the West. No, here the soil itself was a clay. A dark red clay that managed to stand out in contrast vividly to the greens and brownish-greys of the forest. <br>
      Georgia also gave an affect of a jungle setting at times. With thick vines, vines that often outnumbered the trees; and waxy green leaves, thick and dominant.<br>
     Since breaking into North Carolina, the vines and jungle characteristics gave way to thick forest of poplar trees and many small flowers and brush. <br>
     An interesting feature once north of the Smokies is the American history lost to the woods... These forests are dotted with old grave stones, foundations, and many old fences just hanging precariously amongst young regrowth.<br>
     What I have noticed thus far in Tennessee alone is an abundance of water. Falls, cascades, rivers and large streams have been a constant since walking through this fine state.<br>
     <br>
     There was a different feeling one day, a unique moment in these southern forests.<br>
     I began climbing up Unaka mountain. A typical day, one where I sweat and push myself steadily uphill, reminding myself there will be a less exhausting yet joint-punishing downhill in the near future.<br>
     As I close in on the top, a change begins to take place. The bare trees begin to form needles. The crunching leaves below begin to fade, along with the small brush plants and flowers; in their wake, a brown floor of needles take their place. <br>
     I have walked into a red spruce forest. This is not a place typical of the south, it is instead a sky island of a forest more at home in the Northeast. A place more like what I have called home in recent years.<br>
     The trail grows darker under the cover of branches thick with needles. The air grows moist. The air chills, and an icey breeze follows. Moss, thick and deep green, becomes dominant around tree roots and anywhere the brown needles on the ground give space. The birds sing different tunes.<br>
     I have this to myself; nobody in front or behind me. I slow down, to take this experience in. <br>
     I breathe deep, letting the cool, moist air caress my lungs. The scent of pine sap in the air. <br>
     I close my eyes.<br>
     I am walking an autumn afternoon, breathing deep the cool crisp air. I enjoy the act of hiking, the steady pace and constant changing scenery. The sound of the soft ground beneath my feet, a bed of needles and moss. <br>
     I am in Maine, in the Maine woods. It is a beautiful afternoon, spent hiking as I often would. I am sore, and naturally tired; it has been a long day of hiking. <br>
     But I am just here for the weekend, and my weekend is coming to a close. I will soon hop in my truck, my faithful little Chevy I have babied. I will have a pleasant drive, through the town of Monson and down winding scenic back roads. I will play my music I love.<br>
     The dog will be so excited to see me, jumping and wagging her tale. I will crack open an ice cold drink, and put some meat on the grill.<br>
     Checking on my vegetables, darn squash beetles on my cucumbers again. I will have to do something about them. I pick some lettuce, mustard, and some ripe tomatoes for a salad. <br>
     I stop to grab any eggs out of the coop.<br>
     Tomorrow is work. I dread the alarm, the monotony; but I do look forward to talking to friends and being productive.<br>
     A warm bed tonight. A warm fire. A good book. Riding bicycles with friends after work, then laughing over some drinks downtown.<br>
     I open my eyes.<br>
     As I begin to descend Unaka, the branches grow increasingly bare, the sun beginning to warm the air. The soft ground slithers away, and I hear the crunch of dead leaves once again.<br>
     The moss gives way to small stemmed plants. The moisture in the air leaves, and so does the cool breeze. <br>
     I am in a typical forest of the Southern Appalachians once again.<br>
     I walk, walking everyday. Every day. I wake in my tent, eat my oatmeal, brush my teeth, and proceed North. There is no truck, no dog. These woods are where I rest my eyes, and where I spend my days. <br>
     I have many miles to go, and many experiences ahead. <br>
     Both physically, and also within. </p>
</div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-56333216655155148962012-04-13T18:53:00.001-07:002012-04-13T18:53:24.031-07:00What's In A Name? A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     Sort of a right of passage, or maybe just more of a tradition... <br>
     It has become a standard that a thruhiker be given a new, nontraditional name on the trail. It has been so for some time, and continues so every year. <br>
     It is fitting. In a way, life on the trail is a whole different existence from life in general. You live differently, think differently; you make perfect sense to others out here in the woods, but become completely lost when you step back into society when you first arrive in town.<br>
     For many, this may be a step away from "normal". For others, this is a whole new beginning. Thus it is fitting that we go by new names, at least while we walk the trail.<br>
     Some people come to the trail with a new name already decided. I met "Bird Man", he goes by the name due to his love of birds, and his hobby is owning large birds. He goes so far as to carry a bird hat, and leaves bird stickers at shelters.<br>
     "Runner" is called so because for many years he was a runner.<br>
     Some of the best and most creative names come from the trail itself. Many thruhikers will just walk the trail, and let the others, who are a part of the experience, name them. "The Flash" got his name from heading to a tree to do his business at night, but forgeting to turn off his headlamp. <br>
     "Steps" got hers because she was counting her steps for the first week or two.<br>
     "Sleeping Beauty" got his name because he snoozed for 18 hours on a zero day.<br>
     I walked onto the trail open to what would come for my name. I did write "Wanderer" initially, as I feel like that describes my outdoor personality. But when people asked my name, I used my real name, and said the trail hasn't named me, yet.<br>
     Over the course of a few weeks on the trail, I have been given four names already. <br>
     The first one was mentioned by K-Doe, who refered to me as "Main Man", in reference both to my home state of Maine and my being a friend. It was only mentioned that once, though, and did not stick. <br>
     "Mainiac" was my handle for a little while. I do not recall who initiated it, but it was in reference once again to my home, and also my ability to hike far and fast.<br>
     It was my name for a little while, but I did not care much for it. I didn't feel like a Maniac, it didn't sound right to introduce myself as Maniac, and also another person was being called by the same name this year.<br>
     Runner, a great thruhiker whom I've had the pleasure of running in to a few times on the trail, coined the name "Walking Home". Since then, it has become my common trail name.<br>
     I like it. It has a nice sound to it. And it is fitting, I think. It is also a nice conversation starter, since upon learning my name, one also has a sense I am probably from near the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail.<br>
     At the Norris Hostel in Hot Springs, a discussion came up about my name.<br>
"I like it." said one.<br>
"But wait, what if you decide to hike the Pacific Crest Trail someday? You would have to change your name." Said the other. <br>
"You can't change a trail name! It stays with you forever!" Said the first.<br>
     I ended the conversation abruptly. "Guys! How about I finish THIS trail before I even consider worrying about ANOTHER long trail??!!"<br>
     <br>
     And so, as I continue up and down these great mountains every day, I am known to those who walk with me as "Walking Home". With trekking poles in hand and a smile on my face, it feels right.</p>
<p>Sincerely, <br>
Walking Home</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vg1kXoKisXU/T4jYjGHN50I/AAAAAAAADUU/9RB4kcePfPs/IMAG0998.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-91686684257917233262012-04-13T18:06:00.001-07:002012-04-13T18:06:03.180-07:00Hot Springs to Erwin, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     Hot Springs, North Carolina is a wonderful little mountain town. I had a wonderful time. I enjoyed large portioned, delicious meals at the Smokey Mountain Diner, the best chai latte at Artisun, saw the Easter Parade, and soaked in natural hot spring water with fellow thruhikers.<br>
     While staying at the hikers hostel just off the trail, I ran into several other fellow hikers I have met at various points along the trail.<br>
     I was happy to see Coffee2go again, someone I thought would be far ahead of me since I detoured to climb additional mountains in the Smokies. Unfortunately, he was having a difficult time. He was tenting a few miles back, and was busy doing something, when a dog decided to turn his tent into a bed! By the time anyone noticed, the tent was destroyed! The dog's owner was apologetic, but there was little that could be done.<br>
     In Hot Springs, there is an outfitters. Unfortunately, the tent options were not only expensive, but heavy. In this world, every gram matters.<br>
     In an effort to ease his stress, I suggested we order a tent online, tell them the situation and request they rush it to the next town. I offered to share my shelter from here to Erwin. It is easily roomy enough for two.<br>
     He liked the idea, ordered his tent, a Zpacks Hexamid, and we hiked together for the next few days.<br>
     It started with one last good breakfast at the diner. Nothing fuels you up those mountains better than a good hot meal.<br>
     And off we went. The trail follows a fast moving river, than climbs up over Lovers Leap Rock, which offered a great last view of friendly little Hot Springs.<br>
     Later that day we arrived at Rich Mountain Firetower, and we climbed it to enjoy lunch and nice views. <br>
      Shortly into the next day we arrived at a second fire tower.<br>
     It was a nice change of pace to hike with someone, especially someone who has a lot we can talk about. Being from another country, and having many differences yet many things in common, we kept ourselves entertained in conversations. <br>
     We clearly had different hiking styles, and it took a couple days for us to get a system down that catered to us both. We did it though, and had a good few days of hiking.<br>
     There was a section which required some true climbing up onto an exposed ridgeline. The rocky path was long and hard. It reminded me of some of the trail I have seen up North. Challenging, but offering outstanding views the whole way. <br>
     I stopped for pictures at a cliff, and a fellow thruhiker, Plus2, stopped as well and asked me to take his picture. He asked my trail name.<br>
"Walking Home" I replied.<br>
     Realizing I am from Maine, he exclaimed he was as well. We got to talking and it turns out he lives just minutes from me in the next town! A small world.<br>
     We came across a young woman who is thruhiking who I met several times already, Phoenix, only this time she was extremely dehydrated and having a hard time. She twisted her ankle and was slowly crossing the ridgeline, and has been out of water for some time. <br>
     Coffee2go gave her a liter of his water. She was so relieved. In the end, we all have family and loved ones somewhere, but on the trail we only have each other. As hikers, we need to be there for other hikers. It's a wonderful community.<br>
     That eve, I got to see the Shelton Graves. Here lies two southeners who joined the Union. Upon returning for a family event, they were ambushed by Confederates near here and killed. So much history along the trail! <br>
     Our final night sharing a tent was at Whistling Gap. We had a nice campsite near other friendly folk who had a nice fire going. We all shared some laughs as we cooked our dinners, enjoying a nice campfire experience. We crawled in our tents early, as the night was growing colder. This was the first night below freezing on our trip. <br>
     The next morning, Coffee2go was very eager to take off to Erwin and get his tent. Despite the cold winds, he was up and ready earlier than usual. We agreed on splitting up, that he should head into town while I finished packing. He could reserve me a spot at the Hostel there.<br>
     It was a pleasant walk that day. I enjoyed listening to the birds, and walking alongside streams as the trail descended into town. <br>
     Arriving at the Nolichucky Hiker Hostel, I prepped my bunk, enjoyed a shower, and watched Coffee2go set up his newly aquired tent. He seemed very happy. I know I was.<br>
     The next morning, I rose about 6 am, and was ready to head back on the trail by 7. He was not, and chose to remain in town for a while. Ah, the freedoms of having your own shelter. <br>
     So we parted ways, and I began walking North once more. With a chill in the air, and the sun just starting to peek over the mountains, I smiled as I joined the forest as one, once more.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-A9VuxrQNuWs/T4jNanegyGI/AAAAAAAADUE/KZpYbTT3znU/IMAG1015.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OCRxvcSQvZM/T4jNdXghIKI/AAAAAAAADUM/euRGr9QHduw/IMAG1011.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-55080325809840922622012-04-06T19:28:00.001-07:002012-04-06T19:28:12.074-07:00Max Patch, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     After leaving the Great Smokies, and stopping to resupply at Standing Bear Farm, I began hiking along a section of the trail that meanders along the North Carolina/Tennessee border. It was a long, hard uphill, climbing thousands of feet in elevation. I was sore, stiff, and tired. After thruhiking the Great Smokey  Mountain National Park, I was starting to be ready for a break. <br>
     But not today. No, today I pushed on through the pain, for today I would fulfill a dream.<br>
     I have dreamed of this long hike for many years. I remember reading of, seeing photos of, and watching in documentaries a particular place, a bald mountain called Max Patch. <br>
     I told myself that if I do end up out here, following this dream, that I would camp atop Max Patch, and enjoy 360 degree views.<br>
     So here I was, walking along the famed Appalachian Trail, just mere miles away from Max Patch. If I pushed, I could make it before the sun would set.<br>
     The woods here were interesting. Old remnants of former settlers checkered the forest. Foundations, many old, weathered fences, and even a few gravestones can be spotted between Davenport and Hot Springs. <br>
     After some hard miles, I emerged from the woods, and began up the grassy hill. I was there, standing on Max Patch. <br>
     I quickly set up my shelter, which handled the strong winds well. I kicked off my shoes, enjoying the soft grass on my sore feet. <br>
     I sat, and I stared out over the mountains to the west. The sun began to dip behind them, and the sky filled with color. <br>
     I could see the distant horizon in all directions. The Smokies to the south, Mt. Mitchell way off to the east, and where the trail continued to the north. <br>
     As the night went on, the colors grew denser and more vibrant. Words cannot tell you how incredible this scene was, nor the feelings I experienced within. It was simply perfect.<br>
     As the sun finished setting, the sky filled with stars. I gazed above for an unknown amount of time. I then crawled into my tent and slept deeply, and dreamt vividly.<br>
     <br>
     My wristwatch alarm beeped in the early morning, and I emerged from my tent. I sat on the dewy grass, this time facing east, and watches as the sky filled with a spectrum of colors once again. <br>
     <br>
     The experience was simply magical. The simple act of setting a tent on this grassy hill, by my lonesome, and just sitting and watching the simple things that slip by us every day, will prove to be one of the greatest moments of my life.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RXOAL5DrjPk/T3-mM9zlJDI/AAAAAAAADPY/omsORcxJNhI/IMAG1008.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-81496712892057856822012-04-06T18:51:00.001-07:002012-04-06T18:51:17.710-07:00Climbing the Smokies, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     I rose to my feet early in the morning, and enjoyed a big breakfast with some fellow thruhikers. They could not fathom why I was about to climb many miles that did not count towards the A.T.<br>
     I couldn't fathom why not.</p>
<p>     I can't walk within miles of this impressive mountain and not yearn to climb it. It captured my interest and sparked a burning crave from within. It must be that part of me that just truly loves to climb mountains and roam deep forests with just what I can carry on my back. This part of me is what initiated my dream to be out here on the Appalachian Trail in the first place. <br>
     I said my goodbyes and proceeded south, and then began west on Boulevard Trail. Unlike the meticulously cared-for A.T., this trail was rougher, and required some climbing over and ducking under logs. <br>
     As I climbed, heavy fog once again rolled in. It created an eery feeling. As I climbed higher, and the trail became steeper, it created the affect that the cliffs dropped endlessy. <br>
     They may not be endless, but the cliffs were indeed high. Mt. Leconte has the greatest vertical elevation east of the Mississippi. What this means is while it isn't the tallest mountain above sea level, it is has the most elevation from its base to summit. <br>
     A hard climb, my excitement drove me on. It made me feel good to break away from the A.T. for a bit, to climb a mountain just for the pure desire.<br>
     It also peaked my passion to think that this mountain is taller than any point on the A.T., and would certainly be a highlight.<br>
     Eventually, I came to the top. There were trails leading in various directions. I first followed them to the cliff tops, but there were no views, just thick cloud. Again it felt like if I were to jump, I would fall endlessly. <br>
     Exploring this unique summit, which is home to many rare alpine plants including a few located nowhere else, I followed a trail that led to the Leconte Lodge.<br>
     The lodge looked like a fantasy setting, old log buildings engulfed in fog. It was built long ago to help convince those in power that the beauty and uniqueness of the Smokies should be protected under the status of a national park. It obviously worked.<br>
     Today, the lodge offers people and escape from modern society. One can reserve a place high atop the Smokies, in old log cabins adorned with antique furnishings. With no electricity, oil lanterns are used for light. It seems like a wonderful place to maybe invigorate one's mind. There were llamas tied to posts, which they use to bring supplies once a week. A visitor must hike to come. I like this place very much! <br>
     I walked into the dining area, and learned that a weary hiker could enjoy a lunch, and a bottomless cup of hot chocolate. And so, being a weary hiker, I did. <br>
     During my lunch, I learned that several staff members had thruhiked the A.T., or at least attempted. The cook did it in the '70s. I find it interesting; I think it takes a special breed to want to thruhike, and these particular folk who caught the bug went on to choose to live on a remote mountaintop for an entire season. <br>
     Finishing my cocoa, I stepped back outside. The clouds began to clear as I walked the trails. I proceeded to walk, and the views became breathtaking. I had time, beauty, and miles of trail before me. I am loving life. <br>
     Eventually I made my way back to the A.T., and stopped by the shelter. Greeted once more by fellow friends who are walking the trail too. I decided to push on north, not feeling the day was done, and did another 8 or 9 miles of the A.T.<br>
     <br>
     My last full day in the Smokies was full of mixed emotions. It was a beautiful walk along ridges and mountaintops, with incredible views of serene nature. I was proud and excited that I was able to complete a notoriously difficult section of the A.T., through thunderstorms, hail, and mud. <br>
     And yet, I was also a little sad. I was amazed, I always desired to hike here, and it was beyond all expectations. But now it was about to come to an end. I am going to miss the Smokies. <br>
     I promised myself I would return someday, to hike more remote stretches of this awesome place. I also was quickly reminded of the many amazing miles I still had to go. Many things to see, and experiences to be had. <br>
     And so, I walked north along the final miles of this park. Distant thunderstorms echoed loudly throughout the valleys, as they did almost everyday here. It is as if the mountains, standing tall and mean, were calling out, making it known their menace and might.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4eWAYqs89TA/T3-djtXjeXI/AAAAAAAADPM/e_w_OUHvme0/IMAG1004.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-59627404048234142512012-04-06T15:02:00.001-07:002012-04-06T15:07:13.085-07:00"I fell in love...", A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     ....With the Smokey Mountains! That's right, those mountains were easily a highlight in my adventure thus far.<br>
     After crossing over Fontana Dam, which felt almost like I was crossing over into another world, I began past the sign designating the woods I was about to enter as the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. <br>
     Leaving behind the pristine lake, I started my climb. For a good part of the day, it was a long continuous uphill. Climbing thousands of feet, I watched the flora change from vibrant green and flowering to mostly bare and just budding. The temperature dropped noticeably, both from oncoming cloud cover and the higher elevations.<br>
     When I reached my first peak, there was a side trail to an old metal fire tower. Excited for my first great view from within the Smokeys, I excitedly ran towards the tower! <br>
     Just as I reached the tower... BOOM! CRACKLE CRACKLE... The thunder began. Realizing a bare mountaintop and a metal tower was probably the worst place to be in a lightning storm, I very quicky scurried back down the side trail. <br>
     Adorned in my complete rain gear, the next few hours I marched through dense, pounding rain. I got to experience the crazy weather the Smokeys are known for right off the bat. <br>
     The trail became a stream of water and mud. The clouds so dark one would not think it was afternoon. Lightning streaked and the thunder was some of the loudest I have ever heard... Almost deafening. <br>
     This was the welcome I received from these mountains. And I accepted this greeting with a smile and a soul yearning for this wild frontier.<br>
     I continued to climb higher. Then began across a wooded ridge. All of a sudden, it hit; very large gusts of wind brought with them the clouds. I was now walking through intense fog. I was walking along the Appalachian Trail, unable to see more than a few feet in front of me. It was incredible... A strange setting, one that felt like it couldn't be real. <br>
     Eventually the clouds ceased, and vision returned. A very muddy, soaked version of myself emerged from the woods and into a clearing. That clearing was known as Mollie's Ridge. It is named so after legends of a woman whom froze to death here, in search of a missing hunter. They say she still haunts the ridge, calling out for the hunter. This was where I set up camp.<br>
     Later that eve, as I sat eating my warm dinner, two deer appeared in the clearing. Showing little fear, they walked within yards of me before scurrying away into the forest.  <br>
     The next day, I awoke to wet air. It wasn't raining, but a fog hung still in the air, and everything felt moist. I packed my gear, enjoyed a warm breakfast, and continued north. <br>
     These woods are like no other. The ground covered in small white flowers, unique trees, and an always moist appearance. The consistent clouds and fog that earned its name of "Smokies". The pristine forest, kept so through strict regulations. It was such an experience and a privilege to walk these trails.<br>
     I climbed Rocky Top by midday. The sun was shining, and the afternoon was gorgeous. I was met there by some fellow thruhikers, and we sat for lunch. You could see so far. <br>
     The trail followed an exposed ridgeline, offering expansive views, and then climbed Thunderhead. <br>
     That night, as the rains were beginning again, I chose to sleep in a shelter for the first time this trip. Offering a couple walls and a roof, they aren't usually much to look at. But they do offer a quick escape from the rain.<br>
      The following day I was a little tired in the morning due to lack of sleep. While I did make use of a few more shelters in the Smokeys, I much prefer using my tent. It offers me my own little space, a home away from home.<br>
     I made good miles nontheless, proceeding to do a lot of climbing once again. <br>
     After days of solitude, hiking alone with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, I was in a bit of a shock when I arrived at the top of Clingmans Dome. I emerged from my own world of quite green, and onto a concrete sea of people. <br>
     I felt immediately out of place. It took some time to adjust... Eventually, I came to terms with the new environment. It gave me a lot to think about in the coming days, just about people, conformity, and life in general. Why did I feel so odd? I am out here, choosing to do what I love, be it normal or not, why would I care? <br>
     I climbed the winding road to the viewing platform, a crowded loop that offers views in all directions. From this "touristy" peak, that also marks the highest point of the A.T., I looked out at the tall, amazing peaks the Smokeys offers all around. <br>
     And then I saw Mount Leconte, an impressive mountain, mean and menacing, standing tall and proud before me. I decided then and there, I would climb it. <br>
     And so I pushed some big miles, so that I could camp not far from the trail that would take me there. I left the crowds of people behind, drifting back into my world of dirt and green. <br>
     I love these Smokey Mountains.<br>
     </p>
<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ngQM6CuVwdg/T39o6MFwCwI/AAAAAAAADO0/6YBvW6ZnynY/IMAG1001.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xh5DEXJV_OA/T39o--ICuII/AAAAAAAADO8/m6BcsQfu0uw/IMAG1000.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8f2XTaVLfD8/T39pCU5d4jI/AAAAAAAADPE/fy5Hwn9aLG0/IMAG1002.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-58295169327625589002012-03-28T18:55:00.001-07:002012-03-28T18:59:15.754-07:00Forest Fires and Burning Muscles, A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     After taking my time at the N.O.C. to enjoy a cup of coffee and another shower, I said my goodbyes to fellow thruhikers who shall remain there to nurse injuries, and began up the trail. <br>
     With a late start and tough miles ahead, I figured I wouldn't go too far today. It wouldn't be an issue anyways, since my maildrop to Fontana Dam will likely be a little late. <br>
     Tough miles it was, almost completely uphill. Going from an elevation of 1700 to over 5000 was no joke. I breathed heavy, and I hurt, and I loved it.<br>
     Yes, I am beginning to really enjoy the burn. Give me rough days and tough miles, and I take it on as a challenge. How long can I push uphill before I need to take a break? How much can I take before it becomes too much? <br>
     The best part is, the further north I go, the better I become. I can already see and feel the difference. I am able to go faster and farther, pushing myself up those hills easier and easier. It feels great!<br>
     I climbed the long, hard Cheoah Bald Mountain today, and met some government forest workers at the top. As I made conversation, a roaring controlled forest fire was billowing smoke just a few miles away! Helicopters were dropping flaming hay bales into the selected area of forest, and these men were assigned to this mountaintop to ensure control was kept. It was an interesting experience to say the least!<br>
     I made it to a shelter over 15 miles from N.O.C. and I won't lie, the last hill brought me to exhaustion. I pushed myself all day, almost making a game out of it. Of course, the shelter was full, and I saw no good tent sites.<br>
     So onward I went, just another mile or two to a gap where I found a perfect little tent site near a little spring. It was perfect.<br>
     I relaxed for a bit, ate my dinner and did my chores, and watched as the western sky turned orange, then pink, and faded to black.<br>
     One nice benefit to those long, hard climbs is that I will sleep very well tonight. I will write in my journal, then slip into a deep, dream-filled sleep. I love it here.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dkizLZG922s/T3PB6cJ1qDI/AAAAAAAADLE/ZiIYNVcFKCc/IMAG0999.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cck0xtgmrgU/T3PB8i7O2TI/AAAAAAAADLM/WIQGe5-TYZE/IMAG0998.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-72706734428619903872012-03-28T06:59:00.001-07:002012-03-28T06:59:50.767-07:00N.O.C., A.T. Thruhike 2012<div><p>     I woke up yesterday morning to faint morning light. I sat, still wrapped in my sleeping bag, and watched the sunrise, in all its glory, from start to finish. It was absolutely beautiful. <br>
     I thought to myself, I honestly can't remember the last time I just sat and watched a sunrise! I remember rushing to work, and saying "what a pretty sky"... But I cannot recall just sitting there, and enjoying something so simple yet so grand. <br>
     I am realizing all these little things I have been taking for granted. We are all in this big hurry, as life slips right by.<br>
     I put in some hard, rooty miles yesterday. I got to enjoy the views from yet another tower, high atop a mountain. I also witnessed a forest fire, in the distance. I am not sure if it was controlled, or a wild one.<br>
     I was starting to get sore, from all the roots and rocks. No injuries, just pretty sore. <br>
     I came to a bit of civilization, nestled between mountains. The Nantahala Outdoor Center stood before me, like an omen. The timing couldn't be more perfect.<br>
     I resupplied on fuel at the Outfitters. Bought myself a much deserved Mr. Pibb, and reserved a bunk bed at the hostel. <br>
     It was a nice, cheap way to recoup. I took a hot shower (two actually), did some laundry, and then joined some fellow thruhikers, Runner and Saint, at the restaurant for a huge burger and an ice cold beer. Boy was it a nice reward!<br>
     I slept well, and am all packed and refreshed, ready to begin north once again. I have some really big climbs just ahead. I am going to force myself to take it easy the next two days, so I don't arrive before my maildrop does. My maildrop is a box containing the food I intend to carry through the Great Smokey Mountains. I can't wait to experience them.</p>
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And more rewarding climbs, at that! I climbed a steep section yesterday to the top of Albert Mountain, which had nice views and even a tower to climb. It also marked my 100th mile on the A.T.! <br>
Today I climbed several nice mountains, including a couple I had to take a side trail to the summit. Siler Bald, for example, required a steep climb off the A.T. but was so very worth it! At around 5,250 ft it offered 360 degree views.<br>
Wayah Bald was a long, continuous climb! The top housed the John B. Byrne Memorial Tower. I had an amazing view of mountains I have climbed, as well as the Great Smokies where I am headed! I could even make out Clingmans Dome, the tallest point on the A.T.! <br>
I have become separated from Coffee2go and Kdoe, and have been hiking alone mostly. Although I did run into them recently, we are camped in the same area tonight, and I am glad to see my friends are ok and moving right along in great spirits! <br>
I have also run into a couple other friends who started the trail before me, and I didn't think I would see. Trail named "Maps" and "Devining Rod", they look like they are doing well and having fun! It was nice running into them.<br>
It's been such a nice experience so far, doing the trail. A dream come true really. It is challenging, and is certainly not for everyone. But on a night like tonight, as I stargazed from my ridge, I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be.<br>
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<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Vrzb-OYyLxQ/T3EcW-jZyLI/AAAAAAAADJY/5jfff1INqs0/IMAG0995.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-60661458502777448582012-03-24T10:41:00.001-07:002012-03-24T10:41:59.442-07:00Welcome To North Carolina! A.T. Thruhike 3/24/12<div><p>      After a nice breakfast included in our stay in the small countryside of Northern Georgia, we packed up our gear and food to begin heading back to the trail. The weather called for severe storms, but Coffee2go, Kdoe and I did not come here to dwell in town. <br>
     My pack was on the heavy side, with a good supply of food. But overall I am using very lightweight gear so a little extra food does not hurt, and will allow me to push a little farther without needing to leave the trail for resupplying.<br>
     We got a hitch almost immediately from a very friendly young girl with a strong southern accent, named Tex. It was a pleasure to get a ride from such an interesting character. She was an art student, and the car was filled with nice paintings! She had a knack for painting mushrooms and planets. Unfortunately her school does not consider it to be art, but it all looked nice to me! <br>
     Back on the trail, we took some pictures at Dicks Creek Gap, then proceeded to climb.<br>
     It was rainy and windy. Honestly, I very much enjoyed trudging through mud and puddles today! It added a sense of ruggedness and adventure that I can never fully saturate.<br>
     We felt so energetic and refreshed that we pushed right along the trail. It felt like my first day, full of energy and a smile you couldn't slap off my face. <br>
     After a lunch break at one of the shelters, we pushed up and over several good humps. No real large climbs, but several smaller ones in succession.</p>
<p>     And then it came...</p>
<p>     Standing before me, a crooked tree in the middle of a clearing... I made it to North Carolina! I have officially completed the Georgia portion of the Appalachian Trail...<br>
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     I cannot begin to express the excitement. In less than a week, including the Approach Trail, I have made it through the first state. <br>
     I have dreamed of this moment. I have seen the pictures of the tree, and read of it in countless books. And here it was. <br>
     A tear came to my eye and I leaped in the air, letting out a yelp. Not because I ever questioned my ability. No, it was because I have imagined this moment for the longest time! I still can not believe I am out here, doing this.<br>
    After posing for some pictures and laughing it up with new friends, we decided to set up camp there near Bly Gap.<br>
It was such an amazing, epic moment, that it just made sense to stay and take it all in. Besides, the forecast called for storms, and it was clear for the time. <br>
     We ate our dinners, and it began to downpour hard. I was very thankful to have my tent set up!  <br>
     The rain let up close to sunset, and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. <br>
     Goodbye, Georgia. It was a great journey, and I would love to return someday. But for now, I have a trail to walk.</p>
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So I have made it to Dicks Creek Gap here on the Appalachian Trail. 70 miles in, 80 miles from my start on the approach. I have been hiking without a day off for almost a week. I started in pouring rain, then marched on through humid and hot, been met with pure fog, then back to rain. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
After a lot of great climbs over a few days, it was great to have my friend Brent join for a while. He and I got to summit Blood Mountain, which was an enjoyable climb. A tall mountain with great views, and a very cool and old stone shelter on top! The weather was just so absolutely beautiful. We descended steeply into Neels Gap, and I fed on a burrito and enjoyed an easy fill of water. While some hikers choose to stay in the hostel or cabins located here, I felt it was to early in the trip for such luxeries, and I felt eager to camp. So we pressed on to a nice tentsite just a mile or two past.
I awoke that morning to the sound of yelling and the banging of pots. I emerged quickly to discover a bear in our camp! It had come close, and was not the least bit afraid of us at first! I began assisting in scaring it away, and with myself and a few other neighboring campers, we managed to drive it from our camp. I managed to snap a quick photo as well of the amazing creature.
Brent and I had a lazy morning, which was nice since we hadn't hung out much in a while. It was fun to just stick around camp for an extra hour or two, take time with breakfast and whatnot. We enjoyed some pine tea, and shared some laughs.
We had a great day of hiking, and at Tesnatee Gap, I watched him take a hitch into town.
I continued on to a campsite near Low Gap Shelter. It was the largest concentration of campers I had seen yet. I enjoyed socializing with many new people.
The next day it was foggy and moist. I much appreciated the break from the sun! I easily put in over 15 miles in this enjoyable weather. It was soothing on my sun burned skin.
I woke to rain the following morning. It was nice to lay in my tent, listening to the water hitting my tent. Rather soothing in a way. Eventually I emerged, quickly packing my gear, and just using my tarp to sit and enjoy my breakfast. I was low on food. Thankfully, I just had 11 miles or so to a gap that would bring me to town to resupply. I got to hike with a few other thruhikers I had met, "Coffee-To-Go", a friendly medical student from Germany, and "KDoe", an interesting Ohio man who is using the trail to find himself.
It was an exhausting day, climbing a couple peaks in full rain gear, with cold wind blowing. I had to push hard to keep up with my hikers friends who hungered for town.
We had agreed to all share a room in town, so that we could refresh on the cheap. After a few hard, fast paced miles of foggy and rainy trail, we came to Dicks Creek Gap.
We took a ride into town from a woman named Sally. Kind, she told us a lot about life in Northern Georgia. The people around here have proven to be of the friendliest thus far!
Eventually we arrived in Hiawassee, and it was a great time. I showered for the first time since my start, resupplied in a real grocery store, ate a wonderful meal, and even soaked in a hot tub! I also threw my clothes in the laundry, and aired out all my gear.
I really enjoyed getting to know these guys today. After meeting many various hikers, it was nice to disperse in a small group to make some genuine friends. I look forward to walking with them at points down the trail!
With our gear sprawled across the floor, we are about to sleep, with a busy morning of packing and hitting the trail. After a nice breakfast of course! It is supposed to rain for the next few days, followed by some nice weather. Tomorrow is supposed to be pretty nasty in particular. Fingers crossed it doesn't slow me down.
<br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Av18CU8pdzU/T2wWDq4sIdI/AAAAAAAADG8/LEXMxjMExkI/IMAG0992.png' /></div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-7728643493535947182012-03-22T19:36:00.001-07:002012-03-22T19:36:41.952-07:00On Tray Mountain... 3/21/12<div><p>So it has been just so surreal thus far. I still can't believe I am really out here! Tonight I am camped in my tent near Tray Mountain Shelter, around 4200'. <br>
     Everything has been going very well. I feel great, and believe it or not no blisters! I have witnessed a few other hikers removing their shoes, revealing mounds of tape and band aids. The only pain I am suffering from is a bit of sunburn. I received a little "trail magic" when some folks decided to give me a bottle of sun block... So kind!<br>
     A very large black bear came into my camp the other night near Neels Gap! My friend Brent and two other hikers had to chase it off! It didn't seem to be very afraid of us! <br>
     I must keep this post short and sweet, but will probably update tomorrow night, as I will be in the town of Hiawasee, sharing a room with a couple other hikers. One is a guy from Germany, with the trail name "Coffee-To-Go".<br>
     A few peaks tomorrow and then my first chance to recharge the batteries, do some laundry, and take a shower! Then its back on the trail! </p>
</div>Ray Peck Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937520278830058153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999829738412696416.post-2114217145113016292012-03-18T18:46:00.001-07:002012-03-18T18:48:47.584-07:00Woody Gap!<div><p>     So far so very good on the Appalachian Trail! Having the time of my life! It's hard climbs and brutal weather at times, sure, but there is nothing I want to do more right now than exactly this! As I push through Georgia, I am met with some very breathtaking views and some awesome hiking! The woods here are very unique, with tall hardwoods, red clay and waxy green leaves. <br>
     The Approach Trail was so worthwhile, and I am very glad I did it. It was pouring out, but I had rain gear on and you couldn't wipe the smile off my face! The climb was steep up the falls but very impressive to look at. Making it to the top was one of many small accomplishments.<br>
     Eventually, I made it to Springer Mountain, the southern terminus of the A.T.!!! My excitement could not be contained as I signed the book, and took my first steps past the very first white blaze... I was walking into a dream come true...<br>
     As I walked, I was almost in tears with excitement and I daydreamed about the many amazing people in history who have walked this very dirt. I am actually doing it!<br>
     I had planned out an itinerary prior to the trip to ease my anxiety. As soon as I made it to the first shelter I intended to camp at, that itinerary was crumpled and became fire starter. When I got there it was only 2 pm! And I felt great! So, I kept walking north...<br>
     Eventually I came to a beautiful campsite that looked like something out of a painting. Babbling brook, beautiful flora, the works. So that is where I spent my first night. <br>
     Three fellows joined me at my spot. They are hiking for a week or two, and were really friendly. One of them, dubbed "Hot Wing", had previously attempted the trail in 2009. He dropped out from drinking bad water though. I could tell from his eyes a part of him was not going to want to get off trail in 2 weeks...<br>
     The next day, today, was full of interesting characters. I met a couple guys, "Big Brother and Little Brother" from Australia. I met a woman from Germany. I walked with a young man from North Carolina for some time. <br>
     One of the most interesting one was somebody I met on the Approach Trail, only a few miles in. "Meandering Snail" was his name... It took home 4 days to get just a couple miles in! <br>
     I past many interesting folk, and loved talking to them, getting their story. It is sad that many of them I may not see.   again. <br>
     I am making good time. Much faster than I expected! My original plan was to go slow the first few days, but I loved the hike so much I kept going! Today I put in 17.5 miles! I am a little sore, but not bad at all and loving this so much. <br>
     I made it to Woody Gap today, and am camped just a little past it. I am very excited, because a good friend is coming here to meet me and hike with me for a few days! He is coming tonight and tomorrow I climb Blood Mountain, a tall one I am really looking forward to, and then I will be hitting Neels Gap, a big milestone early on! I am hoping to push right to there, to avoid camping in the area before it which has some serious problem bears. <br>
     To cap off tonight, I just want to say again that I am truly loving this experience and I love all my friends and family who without them I could not be here! <br>
     Signing off and proceeding to enjoy camp! </p>
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