While there wasn't too much of notable interest, I did enjoy the rock pictured above. There was also a wooden foot-bridge and a few sections of fencing re-purposed from railroad ties.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Let's Walk From Glade Spring to Saltville
Yesterday, Becky and I hiked the Salt Trail. Because this is a "rail to trail" path, it is very flat. We decided to attempt hiking the entire trail and return--a total of 16 miles. Although we looked for mile-markers, we found none. This left us guessing at our mileage. Three hours and twenty minutes later, we were back at my vehicle. Based on various pieces of input, I think we hiked 15 miles while carrying about 30 pounds each.
While there wasn't too much of notable interest, I did enjoy the rock pictured above. There was also a wooden foot-bridge and a few sections of fencing re-purposed from railroad ties.
While there wasn't too much of notable interest, I did enjoy the rock pictured above. There was also a wooden foot-bridge and a few sections of fencing re-purposed from railroad ties.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Shakedown Hike
In preparation for next summer's section hike, I have established a training program. This program includes increasing strength and endurance. My goal is to be able to hike 20 miles while carrying a fully loaded pack (35 pounds.)
How will I accomplish this? Hike, hike, hike, and hike some more. Becky and I are hiking three times a week. I am incorporating two types of hikes along with lifting free-weights. Type one is hiking a shorter distance with a heavier pack, and type two is hiking a longer distance with a lighter pack. Once I am able to hike 20 consecutive miles, I will add weight in four pound increments until I can carry 35 pounds for 20 AT miles.
Becky and I have completed our first backpacking trip together! We survived and still enjoy each other's company. Mission accomplished. Becky is a great hiking partner. We hike at about the same pace, laugh at our learning curve, and encourage each other.
I was really happy with our pace on this trip. I have hiked this section a few times before, carrying only a day pack. Each time it took me 2 hours 15 minutes to hike 5.3 miles. I carried a 34 pound pack for our weekend trip and we covered the same miles in 2 hours. The training is paying off. Having a compatible hiking partner makes the miles go by regardless of the pace. When I hike with Dale, I get a little more time to look around and enjoy nature. Hiking with Becky, I get to cover miles more quickly.
Once we arrived at Partnership Shelter, we ditched our packs and looked around.
We laid out our sleeping pads and bags in the loft, claiming our spots in case other hikers came in.
After supper chores (cooking, eating, cleaning), we looked for a spot to hang our bear-bags. This turned into our entertainment for the evening.
We found a limb which would allow us to hang our bags 12 feet from the trunk and 12 feet off the ground. While I practiced this technique the previous night, I ran into a couple of problems. Thinking I had worked out all the kinks at home, I was not anticipating any snags on this trip. I placed a fist-sized rock in one of my husband's socks (thank you for your contribution, honey), tied a rope around the sock neck and let it whirl. Yes! On the first try the rope was carried over the limb. I proceeded to tie one end of the rope to a carabiner and then free the sock from the other end. As I was feeding the free end of the rope through the carabiner, Becky asked me a question about the mechanics of this particular method.
Eager to show her what I had learned, I demonstrated while giving a verbal explanation. We watched the carabiner climb to the limb as I pulled the rope and spewed forth my new-found wisdom. Suddenly, I felt like a complete idiot. I had made the same mistake I had made at home. Yes, that same kink I thought I had worked out. The carabiner, the one that is supposed to hold the food bags, is now out of reach, not only of any bears hoping to yogi our food, but also of either of us! It is out of reach and does not have any weight attached to bring it back to us. I gave the rope a few shakes and jerks, hoping to loosen something, allowing gravity to hurl this much needed carabiner back into my hands. No luck. SIGH.
I said, "Well, then.", a phrase I picked up from my son. Becky must have read defeat in my face because she then said, "Let's get a long stick and see if we can get it down." Oh, we make a good team.
She poked at the elusive carabiner, and I pulled on the rope until I could reach the end of the limb. Once I grabbed it, I was able to lower the branch enough for Becky to thread her stick through the carabiner and lower it. YEAH. She saved the day.
I then proceeded to show her the correct way to hang a bear bag. Our food would be safe this night.
We gathered twigs and little sticks, in hopes of having a fire. I even took the wrapper off the tp in the privy to use as a firestarter. Becky had purchased Coleman camping matches, the waterproof kind. They were basically useless. We could not get a fire going. Things were damp and we did not have the right materials. We'll get it next time.
Once darkness set in, we headed to the loft. We chatted for a bit, and soon I heard Becky snoring. Hearing this noise brought two conflicting thoughts: "Good for her." and "How can she sleep?" Shelters are notorious for being infested with mice. Although it was very warm in the loft, I didn't dare put my arms out of or unzip my bag. It's one thing to have a mouse crawl over you when you are covered, and another to have one crawl on your bare skin. Since I was wearing long-john type pants, I soon became uncomfortably hot. The pants had to go. I rolled them up and added them to my bag of clothes I was using for a pillow. After about 10 minutes this bag felt like a brick. I tossed and turned all night resulting in very little sleep. My fretting over mice was for nought. We had no signs of them, other than some scat on the picnic table.
In the morning, when we tried to retrieve our bags, we discovered that the rope had entangled with one of the bags' draw-cord, not allowing the bags to descend properly, or at all. After all the trouble we had getting them up, now they did not want to come down.
Becky started searching for last night's stick. She is such a trooper. It's great to have a friend who will laugh at the situation and make fun out of it. We repeated the steps of the previous night: Becky with the stick and me pulling on the rope until I could reach the branch. While she was trying to thread the needle, the branch broke. Luckily, I was able to maintain control of it while it fell to the ground. Nobody got hurt and we would now be able to have breakfast.
We made coffee and oatmeal. I shared a pop-tart with Lila, the cat. Poor thing acted as if she were starving. Then we cleaned, packed up, and headed home.
Things I learned on this shakedown hike:
As a general rule, I will carry 2 liters of water, not 3. It will save 2 pounds in weight.
I had taken fire starter sticks out of my pack because I didn't think we would need them and I was trying to save weight. These sticks will now be an essential backpacking item.
The sleeping pad I have been using is too big and bulky for backpacking. It's more for car-camping. I will be purchasing a Thermarest NeoAir AND matching pillow. The NeoAir packs down the the size of a Nalgene. This will save space and weight.
My pocket-rocket doesn't have hooks to secure the pot, so it's rather tippy. I'll be swapping it out for a Jetboil.
I found myself wanting a small towel to wipe my face, hands, and dishes. That will have to be added to my pack.
How will I accomplish this? Hike, hike, hike, and hike some more. Becky and I are hiking three times a week. I am incorporating two types of hikes along with lifting free-weights. Type one is hiking a shorter distance with a heavier pack, and type two is hiking a longer distance with a lighter pack. Once I am able to hike 20 consecutive miles, I will add weight in four pound increments until I can carry 35 pounds for 20 AT miles.
Becky and I have completed our first backpacking trip together! We survived and still enjoy each other's company. Mission accomplished. Becky is a great hiking partner. We hike at about the same pace, laugh at our learning curve, and encourage each other.
I was really happy with our pace on this trip. I have hiked this section a few times before, carrying only a day pack. Each time it took me 2 hours 15 minutes to hike 5.3 miles. I carried a 34 pound pack for our weekend trip and we covered the same miles in 2 hours. The training is paying off. Having a compatible hiking partner makes the miles go by regardless of the pace. When I hike with Dale, I get a little more time to look around and enjoy nature. Hiking with Becky, I get to cover miles more quickly.
Once we arrived at Partnership Shelter, we ditched our packs and looked around.
We laid out our sleeping pads and bags in the loft, claiming our spots in case other hikers came in.
After supper chores (cooking, eating, cleaning), we looked for a spot to hang our bear-bags. This turned into our entertainment for the evening.
We found a limb which would allow us to hang our bags 12 feet from the trunk and 12 feet off the ground. While I practiced this technique the previous night, I ran into a couple of problems. Thinking I had worked out all the kinks at home, I was not anticipating any snags on this trip. I placed a fist-sized rock in one of my husband's socks (thank you for your contribution, honey), tied a rope around the sock neck and let it whirl. Yes! On the first try the rope was carried over the limb. I proceeded to tie one end of the rope to a carabiner and then free the sock from the other end. As I was feeding the free end of the rope through the carabiner, Becky asked me a question about the mechanics of this particular method.
Eager to show her what I had learned, I demonstrated while giving a verbal explanation. We watched the carabiner climb to the limb as I pulled the rope and spewed forth my new-found wisdom. Suddenly, I felt like a complete idiot. I had made the same mistake I had made at home. Yes, that same kink I thought I had worked out. The carabiner, the one that is supposed to hold the food bags, is now out of reach, not only of any bears hoping to yogi our food, but also of either of us! It is out of reach and does not have any weight attached to bring it back to us. I gave the rope a few shakes and jerks, hoping to loosen something, allowing gravity to hurl this much needed carabiner back into my hands. No luck. SIGH.
I said, "Well, then.", a phrase I picked up from my son. Becky must have read defeat in my face because she then said, "Let's get a long stick and see if we can get it down." Oh, we make a good team.
She poked at the elusive carabiner, and I pulled on the rope until I could reach the end of the limb. Once I grabbed it, I was able to lower the branch enough for Becky to thread her stick through the carabiner and lower it. YEAH. She saved the day.
I then proceeded to show her the correct way to hang a bear bag. Our food would be safe this night.
We gathered twigs and little sticks, in hopes of having a fire. I even took the wrapper off the tp in the privy to use as a firestarter. Becky had purchased Coleman camping matches, the waterproof kind. They were basically useless. We could not get a fire going. Things were damp and we did not have the right materials. We'll get it next time.
Once darkness set in, we headed to the loft. We chatted for a bit, and soon I heard Becky snoring. Hearing this noise brought two conflicting thoughts: "Good for her." and "How can she sleep?" Shelters are notorious for being infested with mice. Although it was very warm in the loft, I didn't dare put my arms out of or unzip my bag. It's one thing to have a mouse crawl over you when you are covered, and another to have one crawl on your bare skin. Since I was wearing long-john type pants, I soon became uncomfortably hot. The pants had to go. I rolled them up and added them to my bag of clothes I was using for a pillow. After about 10 minutes this bag felt like a brick. I tossed and turned all night resulting in very little sleep. My fretting over mice was for nought. We had no signs of them, other than some scat on the picnic table.
In the morning, when we tried to retrieve our bags, we discovered that the rope had entangled with one of the bags' draw-cord, not allowing the bags to descend properly, or at all. After all the trouble we had getting them up, now they did not want to come down.
Becky started searching for last night's stick. She is such a trooper. It's great to have a friend who will laugh at the situation and make fun out of it. We repeated the steps of the previous night: Becky with the stick and me pulling on the rope until I could reach the branch. While she was trying to thread the needle, the branch broke. Luckily, I was able to maintain control of it while it fell to the ground. Nobody got hurt and we would now be able to have breakfast.
We made coffee and oatmeal. I shared a pop-tart with Lila, the cat. Poor thing acted as if she were starving. Then we cleaned, packed up, and headed home.
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| Lila, the resident cat. |
Things I learned on this shakedown hike:
As a general rule, I will carry 2 liters of water, not 3. It will save 2 pounds in weight.
I had taken fire starter sticks out of my pack because I didn't think we would need them and I was trying to save weight. These sticks will now be an essential backpacking item.
The sleeping pad I have been using is too big and bulky for backpacking. It's more for car-camping. I will be purchasing a Thermarest NeoAir AND matching pillow. The NeoAir packs down the the size of a Nalgene. This will save space and weight.
My pocket-rocket doesn't have hooks to secure the pot, so it's rather tippy. I'll be swapping it out for a Jetboil.
I found myself wanting a small towel to wipe my face, hands, and dishes. That will have to be added to my pack.
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| Becky is such a good sport and an even better friend. |
What's in my Backpack?
Here's a list of what is currently in my Gregory Deva 60 backpack--my thirty...six...pound...pack. UGH!! This is for one afternoon, one overnight, and one morning. I don't know how I could fit much more into it but will have to for longer trips. Although I realize adjustments will have to be made, at this point I don't know what those will be. Since experience is the best teacher, one or more shakedown hikes will be very helpful.
mid-weight top and bottom
a cotton t-shirt for camp
a change of undergarments
one breakfast (whole grain oatmeal pop-tart, two pack)
one supper (rice side which I'll mix with a spicy tuna pouch)
five or six snacks (payday, crackers, prunes, mixed nuts)
three liters of water
sleeping bag
sleeping pad
tent and poles
matches
dish soap and scrubby
toothpaste, brush and floss
toilet paper
rope and carabiner
pocket rocket and fuel
cooking pot
mess kit and spork
bags for trash
hat and mittens
rain jacket and pants
fleece jacket
camera
first aid (benadryl, ibuprofin, bandaids, mole skin, paper, pen, etc)
flashlight
whistle
pocket knife
compass
hand sanitizer
chap stick
Katidyn water filter
Bible
phone
pack cover
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Personal Milestone
Years ago, when our son was only two years old, my husband and I took him camping in northern Maine. Things I remember about that trip to South Branch Pond in Baxter State Park:
1. We had just finished a week of Vacation Bible School and Blaine repeatedly sang one of the songs.
2. That was the trip I taught Blaine how to look for and recognize a trail blaze.
3. How impressed I was to see a woman camping alone. I thought then, and still today, that it takes a strong woman to camp by herself.
As the years rolled by, this impression remained in the back of my mind. I often told various female friends that I would love to go on a canoe or camping trip with a group of hand-picked women. To me, that would be empowering.
This past spring, a young friend of mine shared that she had never been tent camping. I offered to take her. We spent one night at a state park and had a great time, rain and all. Admittedly, a couple of months went by before I realized what had happened: big changes had taken place, not only in the camping event, but also in me. I had become that vision I had of a strong woman! When did that happen?
1. We had just finished a week of Vacation Bible School and Blaine repeatedly sang one of the songs.
2. That was the trip I taught Blaine how to look for and recognize a trail blaze.
3. How impressed I was to see a woman camping alone. I thought then, and still today, that it takes a strong woman to camp by herself.
As the years rolled by, this impression remained in the back of my mind. I often told various female friends that I would love to go on a canoe or camping trip with a group of hand-picked women. To me, that would be empowering.
This past spring, a young friend of mine shared that she had never been tent camping. I offered to take her. We spent one night at a state park and had a great time, rain and all. Admittedly, a couple of months went by before I realized what had happened: big changes had taken place, not only in the camping event, but also in me. I had become that vision I had of a strong woman! When did that happen?
Dreaming
For the past few years, I have been spending progressively more time on the trails. I will hike anywhere and any time I can find someone willing to go along. From time to time, I'll even venture out alone. I would love to do a thru-hike.
Recently, a friend approached me and asked to "pick my brain" about hiking/backpacking. As she explained that she and her son are planning a 100-mile section hike of the Appalachian Trail, my mind started whirling with jealousy. It took great restraint on my part to not invite myself to join them. As the conversation drifted to bears, she commented, "The more the merrier. It will help scare the bears away."
"Ahh," I thought, "maybe there is a chance I can tag along."
Becky and I met a few days later to discuss equipment and trails. Then it happened. She again mentioned "the more the merrier." So, I put my toe in the water by asking, "Would you or Jared mind if I joined you, or is the a mother/son trip?"
She cheerfully replied, "Yes, come along. Jared wouldn't mind at all."
I almost did a dance of joy right there in the restaurant. I think I had a three-day grin.
We are now in training mode. Because Jared has only five or six days to complete 100 miles, we will have to cover 15-20 miles per day. With a full pack (around 35 pounds), this will be a challenge for me. Thankfully, we have plenty of time to prepare as this adventure is several months away. A training plan has been established and we are having an incredibly fun time.
Our first hike was 15 miles from Shady Valley, TN to Damascus, VA. We averaged 2.5 miles an hour and it felt great.
She cheerfully replied, "Yes, come along. Jared wouldn't mind at all."
I almost did a dance of joy right there in the restaurant. I think I had a three-day grin.
We are now in training mode. Because Jared has only five or six days to complete 100 miles, we will have to cover 15-20 miles per day. With a full pack (around 35 pounds), this will be a challenge for me. Thankfully, we have plenty of time to prepare as this adventure is several months away. A training plan has been established and we are having an incredibly fun time.
Our first hike was 15 miles from Shady Valley, TN to Damascus, VA. We averaged 2.5 miles an hour and it felt great.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Big Ol' Bear
Dale and I left my vehicle parked in Damascus and headed for the trail. We hadn't hiked too far when I stopped in my tracks to allow my brain to comprehend the information flooding through my eyes. Are those...how many are there...where do they lead...how fresh are they? Once my brain caught up with my eyes, I confirmed, yes, those are BEAR tracks ON. THE. TRAIL. "Dale, look at that." Although I was hoping the tracks were yesterday's, Dale thought they were fresh. So fresh, in fact, that we scared the bear off the trail just moments before. As usual, Dale was calm and rather looking forward to spotting the beast that left this deep impression--literally and emotionally. As we moved on, I continued to chat incessantly and knock my poles together occasionally in effort to encourage said beast to also move along, preferably away from us and the trail. Soon after, two trail runners came up behind us. They had seen the tracks, and were hoping, like Dale, to see this bear.
We continued on, stopping at a side trail leading to a spring. Directly across the trail was a great camp site. It invited us to stop for a snack break. We obliged then continued on as south-bound day-hikers. Upon reaching our destination, the Tennessee/Virginia state line, I took pictures of the signage, one of my hiking fetishes (the others are pictures of blazes and shelters).
After only a few minutes, we turned back toward Damascus. Hiking north-bound, I saw something I had never seen before: an N scratched into a white blaze.
We completed our round trip hike in good time for this team: seven miles in about five hours, I think.
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