Four Days in the Forest

Let me explain my food choices and preparation.  It's really quite simple.  The hardest part is deciding what I want to eat.  For this trip, I settled on homemade granola with powdered milk for breakfast; peanut butter and nutella sandwich rounds for lunch; and Knorr pasta sides or mashed potato for supper.  I dehydrated some beans and purchased sun-dried tomatoes to add to my supper for extra protein and flavor.  My favorite trail mix is salted almonds, dried blueberries, and chocolate chip.  I also have crackers, payday candy bars, and protein bars.  This is enough for three meals and three snacks each of four days.

The first night on the trail I had to force myself to finish the mashed potato.  It was tasty; there was just too much for me.  The second night, I shared my rice with a thru-hiker going by the name of Color Bandit.  (He carries crayons and signs the registers in different colors.)  The third night, I skipped supper altogether.  Lesson learned: I can carry less food for suppers.  

We had a little difficulty finding a trail head in Pearisburg.  Paul dropped us at a parking area which had a trail leading to a cemetery.  This trail intersects the AT.  I wasn't crazy about the idea of starting a hike without knowing exactly where I was, but Paul ensured that we would be fine, so off we went.  A couple of minutes in, we crossed an unmarked path.  I made note of it, but continued forward to the cemetery.  What a blessing this "mistake" turned out to be.

Pearis Cemetery has beautiful stone benches and approximately 200 sites.  It is the resting place of a Revolutionary War Captain.

After spending a few minutes at the cemetery, we walked back to the path we had crossed.  Three section hikers were there, so, we asked them which way was south on the AT.  They kindly pointed us in the right direction and off we went.

Trail head near Lane St, Pearisburg

After a few minutes, we found Lane Street, which was supposed to be our original starting point.  It started to drizzle lightly, but we didn't mind.  It was fairly steep terrain to the next road crossing.

At  VA 634

The next two miles were extremely steep, and, with a 40-pound pack, quite difficult.  But we made it.

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 The next landmark to look for was a spring located about 1/2 a mile up the trail.  I like to break my day's hike into mini-sections by looking forward to what streams, roads, views, etc we will be crossing.  For me, it makes the day go by faster.  It's a head-trick: only .5 miles to the spring, rather than 9 miles to the shelter.  It's all the same, at the end of the day.

Sly filtering water, using a Katadyn pump.

 Leaves and I ate lunch at this spring.  Although I didn't feel hungry, once I ate a sandwich, I had to have another.  Spiced tuna on a sandwich round never tasted so good.  Five or so miles later, we reached our first shelter.

Doc's Knob Shelter

 We spent night one at Doc's Knob.  A north-bounder, Poppy, was there waiting for an 80 year-old hiker who was assumed to have gotten turned around.  Reportedly, Owl watched his feet when he hikes and gets "lost" often.  We were told by "Long Braids" that Owl had accidently hiked south for 1.5 miles before he realized his error and ended up hiking back to Woods Hole Hostel, where he spent the night.

"Leaves" found a discarded sleeping bag in a corner of the shelter and hung it up to provide a little privacy. Shelters are notorious for housing mice.  Since they like to climb along the walls, we prefer to sleep in the center of the shelter, with our heads facing the opening rather than the back wall.  "Leaves" claimed a spot to the left of the center pole, and I to the right.  We performed our camp chores (gather and filter water; cook and eat supper; wash dishes, get ready for bed, and hang our bear bag) and I was ready for bed.  The hardest part of backpacking, for me, is missing my family.  As soon as I reach our night's destination, I really miss home.  To counter this, I usually try to sleep.  I was in bed by 7:30.  Leaves and I were chatting when a thru hiker came in.

His trail name is Chef.  His real name is Jeff.  He is a carpenter.  So, we called him Chef Jeff the Carpenter.  He was such a pleasant shelter mate.  He was respectful and quiet and we enjoyed his company.  Another hiker came in after dark, but I don't remember much about him.  A father/young son team also passed through, only stopping for water and the privy.

camp site at Dismal Falls

 After reaching Wapiti Shelter by 2:30 p.m., we decided to push on because 1) it was too early to stop and 2) we wanted to hike fewer miles the next day.  This terrain was easier than what was coming up.

We set up camp and walked down to the falls.  Such a gorgeous spot.  We met "Color Bandit" and "Chubby Bunny", who set up their tents in the same spot.  Another hiker came in to share the spot.  Although I didn't get his name, I did learn that he is from Maine.  It was fun to share the woods with these thru-hikers.  Chubby Bunny, a young lady from Berlin, taught me a new way to carry my water bladder.  I have always placed it in the sleeve inside my bag.  She carries hers in one of the outside pockets on either side.  This allows for more space inside the bag.  I just had to be careful to counter balance the weight by placing roughly equal weight in the opposite pocket.  This lead to a new spot for my water filter and cooking system.  Yeah!  more room inside the main compartment.

Jenny Knob Shelter

Signage for Helvys Mill Shelter, 1/4 mile off trail

Jenny Knob Shelter

Privy at Helvys Mill

Helvys Mill Shelter

We came in to this shelter early afternoon of day four.  A couple from Las Vegas were already there, and although it was early in the day, they had decided to stay there for the night because of the sparse water supply  for the next ten plus miles.

Fox Creek to Thomas Knob (and return)

     I invited Becky, whose official trail name is now "Leaves", to join me on a two-night backpacking trip.  The goals were to spend two consecutive nights in the woods and to cover more miles each day than previously accomplished.  Check and check.

     We left the parking area on VA 603 late afternoon on Friday and hiked a short 1.7 miles south on the AT to Old Orchard shelter.  We passed another hiker who informed us that two men were planning on making ribs and two female hikers were also there.  I thought, "Okay, this is the night I learn to share a shelter with strangers."  A few minutes later, two lady thru-hikers came along, sharing the same rib supper info.  These ladies were from Florida and very friendly.

     After a little over a mile, there was what I call a "rockfall": a slide of rocks tumbling down the slope.  These rocks are moss-covered and oh, so beautiful.  Last spring, I heard an under ground stream here.  This spring, the area was peppered with a grove of hosta-looking plants.  Although, I have yet to identify this plant, I'm leaning toward skunk cabbage.

Sly (above) and Leaves (below) at the rockfall.

We arrived at OOS and chatted with the two men already there.  Leaves and I gauged the situation in order to decide whether to join the men in the shelter or pitch a tent.  We decided to sleep in the shelter.  The guys (Joe and Eric) were friendly and chatty.  For me, I know sharing a shelter is inevitable, so I might as well do it.  This shelter sleeps six; the four of us had plenty of room.

Some time after our supper, a total of five thru-hikers arrived.  One ate some of Joe's food and pushed on, trying to reach Marion for re-supply.  His hiking partner also chose to keep hiking.  Another, a man with a dog, decided to tent; and the remaining two joined us in the shelter.

Because Leaves and I usually go to sleep at dark and try to get up at daylight, she was in her bag trying to go to sleep and I was in mine trying to warm up.  The remaining four were cooking supper and talking.  Not too long after, they too climbed into their bags.  A few minutes later, I heard a loud thump.  Eric had hung his pack on a peg above his floor space.  I sat up and asked, "What was that?", expecting Eric's bag to have fallen on him.  He answered, "A mouse just crawled across my chest!"  Ahhh, my first experience with mice in the shelters.  Glad it was him and not me.  Dragonborn, the female thru-hiker, explained that because the mice like to scurry along the walls, she and Baird, her male counterpart, sleep with their heads toward the opening, not the back wall.  Eric, Joe, and I quickly turned around.

Leaves and I were up and on the trail, (with breakfast and chores finished), around 8.  At first, the trail was a little steep and rocky.  Once we reached the summit of Pine Mountain, the terrain was easier to hike.   We stopped at The Scales for a break.

The Scales

     Just as we left this paddock, a cowboy brought hay in for the long-horn cattle.

somewhere between the scales and wise shelter

     We had lunch at Wise Shelter.  Several ponies graced the hikers with their presence.  Those four-legged stinkers were not shy.  They persistently walked right up to people and gear, sniffing out treats.  We met an older, lone, female thru-hiker who impressed us.  Regretfully, neither of us got her trail name.

Wise Shelter

     The next two miles were easily hiked.  Then we had two miles of rocks which slowed my pace.  I was so thankful to be finally finished with those rocks.  My mantra over these two miles was, "Jesus, please give me strength."  Leaves was fascinated with the rocks and repeatedly commented that her husband would love them.  Her positive attitude and love of nature are two of the traits that make her a great hiking partner.

Fat Man's Squeeze

     After the eleventh mile, we reached Thomas Knob shelter.  We passed what seemed like 50 tents belonging to two or three Boy Scout troops.  There were a couple of men at the shelter, but they were only taking a break.  Leaves and I were the first two who intended to stay for the night.  Hikers were coming and going, taking advantage of the water source.  "Plan B", a solo, female thru-hiker, stopped in.  She decided to tent just around the corner.  However, she did eat supper with us and chatted until bedtime.  Joe and Eric showed up  after an hour had passed, much to my surprise.  Thomas Knob shelter has a loft, which Leaves and I claimed.  The guys took the lower level.  Again, Leaves and I were in our bags before the guys.  We heard two other hikers come in.  We listened to the noise of their supper and chatter before they settled in.  

In the Thomas Knob journal someone had noted that there would be trail magic that evening a bit north of this shelter.  A hiker came by to confirm and invite.  Initially he said it was 1/2 mile away.  Even the promise of guacamole and enchiladas didn't lure me to walk another mile round trip.  Four guys packed in food and drink for 80 people!  Now that is dedicated trail angels.  Joe and Eric decided to go for it.  What seemed like 2 hours later, they returned, stating that they changed their minds.  Our impression was that Eric was interested but Joe was not.  The next day we were told that only four hikers took advantage of the trail magic.  How unfortunate.

from a previous day hike

I had been sporadically wondering why no thru-hikers were staying in the shelter.  Was it a mice infestation?  A haunting?  What was wrong with this shelter?  I told Leaves that I had read if you throw a bit of tp in the corner, the mice will chew that instead of your pack in search of food.  So we tried it.  In hind sight, it seems not quite logical since tp is not food.  Regardless, we had no problems with mice.  The shelter turned out to be a great experience.

We awoke to a beautiful morning just before 6:00 and were on the trail by 7:00.  We planned to hike a mile or two north on the Appalachian trail and then take the Pine Mountain trail toward The Scales where it reconnects to the AT.  There are numerous intersecting trail in this area and sometimes the signage is not great.  We actually missed the sign we needed to see which caused us to miss the connection to Pine Mountain Trail.  Once we discovered our mistake, the correction would have us backtrack 1 1/2 miles.  I was not willing to do that over those stinking rocks.  We chose to follow four miles of a horse trail to The Scales instead, reasoning that it would be flat.  This did not save us any time, but we did get to experience a new trail.  Another plus was that it was not crowded.  We saw only one other hiker.

Rocks of Grayson Highlands State Park

Once we discovered our mistake, the correction would have us backtrack 1 1/2 miles.  I was not willing to do that over those stinking rocks.  We chose to follow four miles of a horse trail to The Scales instead, reasoning that it would be flat.  This did not save us any time, but we did get to experience a new trail.  Another plus was that it was not crowded.  We saw only one other hiker.  We stopped again at The Scales for food, garbage toss, and potty.  There are really nice privies there.  The hiker we had seen on the horse trail offered us a ride to our vehicle, but we declined.  We were, after all, training.  It was three more miles to Old Orchard Shelter, then 1.7 miles to the car.  We carried on and eventually arrived.  Our 12 mile hike took a little less than 7 hours.

Someone had carved a cross into the moss.

A heart painted near the blazes that mark the AT

Three week hiatus

     It's been nearly three weeks since I've been hiking.  Boy, do I feel it mentally.  On my last trip, I felt a significant cramping in my left foot.  Once I got home, I was reduced to hobbling about.

     I "picked the brain" of an Athletic Trainer friend, and came to the self-diagnosis that I had aggravated the peroneal tendon.  I limped around for a week or so.  The second week I had only occasional twinges of pain, a reminder that something was not quite right.  Using ice and stretching helped some, but I knew time would be needed also.  Not knowing how much time it would take to heal worried me.  

While I gave my foot one full week to start to heal, I was able to ride my bike the second week.  My foot tolerated this activity well and the exercise kept me in shape.  I am thankful for cross training.

This third week, I am walking normally and have no pain.  Yeah!  I'm ready to hike again.  MM and I have planned, shopped, and packed for a two-night backpacking trip which will allow us to put 25 miles under our boots.

Most of what we plan to hike will be new to MM.  While I've hiked this section before, I've not slept in one of the two shelter we'll utilize.  I am not sure what to expect at the shelters, considering the thru-hikers are starting to come through.  We could have the shelter to ourselves, or we could be sharing space with others.  For me, this will be the first time spending two consecutive nights on the trail and having to use my water filter.

I've packed homemade granola for breakfast; spicy tuna wraps for lunch; and alfredo pasta sides for supper (to which I'll add sun-dried tomato and fresh broccoli.)  For snacks I have: trail mix (chocolate chips, almonds, and dried blueberries), payday candy bars, celery sticks, and nutty butter bars.

Although I do love hiking and backpacking, I miss my family when I am in the woods.  I miss them the most at bedtime, feeling a certain amount of guilt for not being with them.  However, allowing myself time to do what I love and recharging my battery makes me a better wife, mother, and person.  I'll take that.  I think my husband and son will too.

From when my son would still hike with his mama.

Fox Creek to Old Orchard Shelter

The mountains shall bring peace to the people...  Psalm 72:3 KJV


     I started driving with no idea where to go or what to do; I only knew that I needed time to myself to release the stress that had built up over the past few weeks.  Being a parent has its challenges; being the parent of a teenager...well, you get the idea.  Marriage takes work; feeling like the only contributor (even while realizing that feeling is not accurate)...well, you get the idea.

     So, at 12:02 p.m. on a Saturday, I found myself driving with no plans.  Then I thought of Mountain Mama.  I pulled my car off to the side of the road and pressed the call button for MM's number.  Thinking she would probably already be on a trail somewhere, I doubted she would answer.  I was thrilled when she did.

     "Hey, MM, where are you?  Would you like to go backpacking today?" I asked.  She answered that I had caught her at just the right time and she would love to go.

     I relayed my thoughts and we made plans for me to pick her up after I shopped for some trail food.

     Two hours later we were at the selected trail head and ready to soak in the peacefulness.  We hiked the short 1.5 miles (south on the Appalachian Trail) from Fox Creek to Old Orchard Shelter.  The tread contained lots of roots, the terrain was a gentle uphill slope, and the environment was a leafless, hardwood grove, for the most part.  We did hike through some rhododendrons early on.

     While approaching the shelter, we noticed a hiker and then a second.  Initially, I thought we would be sharing our home for the night with a couple of guys.  A few steps closer, and MM thought it was a man and a woman.  I was a little more comfortable with that.  Another few steps closer revealed the truth: two women.  I was very pleased with that. Eventually, I am sure, I will end up in a shelter with people of the male persuasion.  However, as I'm fairly new to backpacking and shelter sleeping, I am thankful to be "easing" into sharing sleeping quarters with strangers.  

     The four of us exchanged trail names (Canvas, Bugs, Sly, and Mountain Mama) and chatted while we casually did chores.  Food bags were hung, wood was gathered, and the fire stoked.  Reportedly, a dozen students from Appalachia College (?) had left the shelter shortly before we arrived.  One of the four fire rings was still smoldering which allowed us to transfer coals and rekindle a camp fire.  

     Although I had intended on pitching my tent, we decided to try sleeping in the shelter.  This would be my second "shelter sleep" and, I confess, I was a bit nervous about mice.  As it turned out, it was a great experience.  No mice harrassed me or my gear, I was pretty comfortable, and had peace.  However, with two snorers present, I did not sleep much.  I normally don't sleep well the first night out, even when my husband and son are with me.

     Canvas and Bugs were the first to awake and pack up.  Not wanting to disturb us, I assume, they hiked off without saying good bye, while MM and I were still in our bags.  A bit later, I heard more evidence of someone being up and around.  When I was finally able to open my eyes, I peered outside to gauge the daylight hoping to estimate the time.  What I saw was tiny snowflakes falling steadily, with a slight accumulation on the picnic table.  (The picture below does not show the degree of rain/snow fall.) I think my jaw hit the floor, because I was surprised by the cooler temperature.  When I found myself thinking, "I've never camped in the snow before." I was a little excited at the level of experience I've accomplished as a hiker. 

     Not wanting to get out of a warm bag, I lingered while mulling over my next few priorities: what clothing to hike in; and whether to stick to our original hiking plan, or hike out and call it a day.  Since MM had already retrieved our food bags, I got up to prepare breakfast.  

     I had packed mittens and a rain jacket, but MM was braving the elements with bare hands.  I suggested she use her extra socks as hand covers, but she opted to tough it out.  We had planned to hike to the summit of Pine mountain and then return to the  trail-head, which would have been an eight and one half mile hike.  Because we didn't know how severe the weather would become, we decided to hike out after breakfast.  

     We cooked, ate, cleaned up, and packed up our gear.  Just as we finished and were about to put on our packs, a north-bound thru-hiker came in to camp.  Although we never got his trail name, he was a very pleasant young (20-something) man.  We discussed the usual: where did you start, where are you headed, will you re-supply in Marion.

     MM and I started back to my vehicle.  We had a quick hike and met three south-bound hikers.

     Overall, I am pleased with this trip for a few reasons.  First, I was able to be in the woods to recover my sanity.  Second, I slept in a shelter and was not afraid.  Third, I survived backpacking in the snow (light as it was.)  And fourth, I realized I have accomplished a degree of flexibility.  Plans sometimes have to change as the input changes.  The weather changed, and we adapted.  I'll take that.

Ten Ten

The mountains shall bring peace to the people... Psalm 72:3

To check our training progress, Becky and I decided to spend a weekend backpacking.  Although we had hiked two consecutive days on a previous trip, the mileage was rather small.  We wanted to up the ante to ten miles each day.  Remember, we are planning on a 100-mile section hike next summer and will have to cover 15-20 miles per day.

On a normal backpacking trip all I would have is my loaded backpack.  This was what I call a hybrid trip; it was a combination of backpacking and car camping.  We had reservations to stay at Hungry Mother State Park, but would be carrying full packs while hiking.  This allowed us a few more creature comforts like a bath-house, my full-size pillow from home, and an extra sleeping bag.  I loaded my pack and some firewood into the car then headed to Becky's.  She added her gear and two camp chairs.

Upon arriving at our destination, we hiked a four-mile loop immediately followed by a six-mile loop.   After finishing ten miles in four hours, we thought we had earned ourselves a cup of coffee.  I had placed my mittens and hiking poles on and against the bumper of my car.  After I put my pack in the vehicle, I got into the driver's seat, buckled up and headed to town for a coffee I had been craving all...day...long.  Driving back toward our "home for the night" I saw my mittens in the road and instantly knew what I had done.  I said, "Becky, there are my mittens."  I pulled into a parking area so she could jump out to retrieve my mits.  They are hand knitted and felted by yours truly, so, I wanted to keep them.  We then crossed the highway to retrieve my poles.  Thankfully, I had not ruined them.  That was my "brain fart" moment of the trip.

Molly's Knob as seen from Clyburn Ridge

We pitched our tent, rolled out sleeping pads and bags, then turned our attention to a camp-fire.

home for the night

Because we were unsuccessful with starting a fire on our first overnight trip, we were determined to have one this night.  I brought proper kindling and dry wood.  Becky brought "Meacham Matches", otherwise known as a blow torch.  My sweet husband and son brought extra wood and coffee to us shortly after we set up camp.

we conquered fire

In the morning, I started the fire again.  We prepared and ate breakfast, read our Bibles, attended to hygiene, then tore down camp.  The scripture quoted at the beginning of this post was in my daily reading.  I thought it was timely, appropriate, and very much describes what hiking does for me.

I suggested we hike the upper half of the Lake Trail, cross the highway to  Clyburn Ridge, then finish the remainder of the Lake Trail back to where we would leave the car.  After Becky agreed, we drove to Molly's Knob parking area.  As usual for me, I had to stop within the first hour to eat.  Over the last few years, I have learned to listen to my body when it tells me to refuel.  I ate two handfuls of dates, prunes, cranberries, and almonds.  Not done yet.  I then ate a peanut butter and nutella sandwich round.

Around mile four, my right abductor started to really tighten up.  This progressed throughout the remainder of the day, but as long as I remained in motion the pain was minimal.  Conversely, after stopping for a minute, the first few steps were more painful.  Becky's foot started giving her trouble, too.  We persevered and finished all ten miles in four and a half hours.  While we were a tad slower on the second day, we did hike twenty miles in two days.  I'll take that. 

I had a couple of giggle moments on this trip.  When I unzipped my second sleeping bag, a pair of socks fell out.  I have a habit of taking my socks off in my sleep.  Apparently I had done that when I camped a few weeks ago and didn't realize or remember the socks were still there.

Another time I laughed out loud at myself was just before we started out for the second-day hike.  I had put my pack on and wanted to pocket some tissues for the hike.  With cooler temps and winds, I have to wipe my nose more often. (Gross, I know.  Sorry.)  After opening the car door, I reached in for the box of tissues only to be stopped just short of reaching them.  My pack had caught on the upper door frame and I was stuck.  I thought, "This must be a sight."  

a section of  Lake Trail

It was another great trip.  These prep hikes are serving their purposes.  I'm getting stronger and more fit, as well as learning what needs to be tweaked.

What do you like about hiking?

"I'm formed for the wilderness, if ye love me, let me go where my soul craves to be agin"  ~Natty Bumppo, The Pioneers by James Fenimore Cooper


I have been asked by one of my sisters and my son, at different times, the title question.  Much like Gretchen Wilson trying to answer the question put before her, "What is a redneck?", I find that the answer cannot be reduced to one sentence.  Gretchen's response took an entire book.  Not to worry, I intend for my attempt at an explanation to be shorter.

I'm not even sure I can put my reason(s) into words.  Everything about the woods, all nature, really, brings me peace.  The senses are heightened.  I can smell leaves, fresh air, bear musk, and flowers.  I can hear owls hooting to one another, chipmunks chattering, woodpeckers drumming, brooks (or creeks, depending on where you live) babbling.  I get to see, with appreciation, odd fungus formations, birds I've never seen before, and animal tracks like a bear track-- as big as my size 8 boot-- deeply impressed in fresh mud from the previous day's rain.  I usually don't get to see these things from home, either because they are not there or my responsibilities don't allow me the time.

this is the first hooded warbler I had ever seen

Daily tasks can become stressful.  When I'm hiking, I don't have to think about next week's menu, completing chores, planning or studying for a Bible lesson or paying bills and balancing the check-book.  I simply have to think about putting one foot in front of the other until I reach my destination.  I get to enjoy for as many moments or minutes as I want the blessings God puts before me.  A purple mushroom can be appreciated for five minutes, rather than five seconds.

There is something to be said for tackling a tough goal.  Carrying 35 extra pounds while gaining 500 feet in elevation over a one mile stretch can be exhausting.   However, once the day is over, I'm filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, there are also the memories.  Reaching the summit of Mt. Katahdin with my then eleven year old son is one of my all time favorite experiences.  Reading through old journal entries and looking through pictures of my trips allow me to relive the experience.  An elderly man once told me to turn around from time to time to see where you have been.  For me, hiking and backpacking have been great tools for building character.  I am much more confident now.  Walking through the woods is like charging my "happiness battery."