This is the trail head. our crew is talking to the guy in the Chevrolet who is waiting for someone to finish the wilderness.
I had hoped that this would be my year to do the 100 mile wilderness. But it is not going to be. Age can catch up to you. My dear friend Fred did not realize how demanding the trail can be. He is not the first. I had just done the same thing down in New Hampshire. Fred had walked a little on the AT in Tennessee where it is mostly a nice footpath. He was not prepared for BOGS, ROOTS, and ROCKS. Also he jumped the gun on his recovery from the fight with Cancer and Chemo. He was not able to eat the Hoagie I had brought along for our first nights meal.
We finally came to the first shelter. Mark, being the fastest hiker, went ahead, started a camp fire, then came back to carry Fred’s pack, which by this time was mine, since I had switched with him:
(If you can tell, the sleeping surface is poles and limbs all round)
Gordon and Mark preparing for Supper.
(After a nite in the Shelter on those poles, Mark said he would rather hike all night. LOL)
Fred and his Hammock.
He hung the hammock he was hoping to use thru the 100 miles, but he knew all the time he was not going to make it. We were fortunate enough to catch a cell signal for a few minutes to contact base for extraction. Sherry and Jack came running the next day.
Gordon, ready for a good nights sleep on those poles. The packs were hung high from bears and coons.
Fred and I started out but not before leaving some treats for happy hikers. Fred left 35 lbs of food and his stove for someone to enjoy. Of course we hung it high so the animals would not enjoy it first. LOL.
As Fred, I and his pack (Now down to about 30 lbs) started out to the road, Gordon and Mark headed on into the Wilderness. I was going to come back, load up and catch up.
(Fred taking a picture of our trail angel)
Fred and I were taking a break after hiking about 2.5 hrs. I looked up and there was trail angel, my girl. Sherry had hiked an hour in to meet us. She was beautiful as usual. We hiked another 45 mins or hour and met Jack Jr. coming in. He took Fred’s pack, and I headed back up the trail (After a kiss or two of course!)
(We were all impressed with the beautiful green moss that covered much of the rocks and stumps.)
(I was impressed by this perfect white toad-stool, nestled in some seedlings beside the trail)
My task then was to catch up to Gordon and Mark. Looking at the map we had picked a spot about 12 miles out. there was an area to pitch a tent at about 9 miles, I was praying they would stop there, when darkness caught up with me. I Had to depend on my ‘head lamp’ to follow the trail.
More in my next entry.
Thanks for stopping by the log
Everyone needs to spend some time alone. (But not TOO long!)
I caught a glimpse of one of these the other day!!