Posted 01/12/2016 at 8:26 pm
Journey for a Cause
The Appalachian Trail (also known simply as the A.T.) runs from Springer Mountain in Georgia up to Mount Katahdin in Maine and—at almost 2,200 miles—lays claim to being the longest hiking-only trail in the world. While the traditional route begins in early spring and runs south to north, I will be dividing this journey into three roughly 700-mile sessions, hiking an average of 16-17 miles per day.
FIrst, I plan to tackle the middle section first – from the NY/CT line down through PA/NJ and into Virginia. Next, I’ll hike the northernmost section, from Maine down to Massachusetts, during which my son and a friend will join me. The final leg will start back in Virginia, where I will trek south to the trailhead in Georgia.
Hiking with a Purpose
On my 60th birthday last November, my mother Lillian passed away from pancreatic cancer. For 17 years, she had served as a volunteer with the Merrimack Valley Hospice (MVH) in Greater Lawrence, MA, providing companionship, compassion, and personal support to those nearing life’s end. She was a philanthropic supporter, advocate and friend for many years until she herself welcomed hospice for her transition from this world. I wanted to honor the memory of my mother and also pick up my quest of hiking the Appalachian Trail. My family and I have established The Lillian Prince Margolis Charitable Care Fund to support patients of Merrimack Valley Hospice. I'm going to try to invoke some “trail magic” to raise money for the Fund, which will provide access to hospice care to those who are otherwise uninsured or require financial assistance to receive services at Merrimack Valley Hospice House.
For more on the Lillian Prince Margolis Charitable Care Fund and to make a donation, click here.
Please visit this site for occasional updates on my journey.
Trail Prep 3.6.16
Right before Thanksgiving seemed like a good time to commit to a training regimen. Lined up a trainer, Mel Johnson @M3 Studio in Hopewell. We set a schedule and ran right into the holidays. Oh well, a little reset - not too much damage done.
December and January, things slowed down a little on the planning side but I did put up this website, my initial foray into social media. I have restarted my twice daily walks around Pennington and Hopewell as well as keeping up with my gym routine of weights and cardio.
The last weekend in January finished with another sweep through REI. Items addressed and purchased included: hydration system, stove, tent, and specialized clothing for my 'layering system'. The hydration system is fun. In the past, I would have just bought iodine tablets and dropped them in Nalgene bottles. It was fast, but the water tasted like chewing pens. This time, I plan to attach a small filter onto my 3 liter Platypus water reservoir and let the filter purify the stream or pond water via gravity overnight. Full disclosure, totally unoriginal on my part, I saw it on the internet. Thanks to my friend, the doc (Sandy Carney), I was able to procure an iv medical clamp to prevent the water from dripping out.
One word on rain gear: ARC'TERYX makes beautiful stuff but pricey. Not to mention, they are designed for people who are 6 ft. tall and weigh 155 lbs with 2.0% body fat. As Bill Bryson said in A Walk in the Woods, "You've got to be F.......ing kidding me". Hello, NorthFace. Got to have waterproof rain pants and jacket that fit.
I have tackled the cooking system. Laurie is thrilled to have the Jet Boil Camping Stove and several cannisters of jetpower fuel (which contain a blend of propane and iso butane) cluttering up the kitchen counter. I receive daily reminders to light it outside on the terrace, NOT in the kitchen. I am studying recipes for freezer bag cooking which seem to involve boiling water and adding it to some type of dry ingredients.
The logistics seem endless, especially when thinking about Maine (100 mile wilderness) and the White Mts. But I've made my reservations for a Lean-to at Baxter State Park for the Katahdin July 4. So one step at a time.
One final note for today, thanks to all of my friends and family for the generous support for the LPM charitable Care Fund. As of this writing, we are about 50% towards our goal.
Hey all. i'm packed and ready to roll. will drive to the NY/CT. state line tomorrow. Plan to begin hiking on friday, 13 may. Laurie will join me for a few days then she'll take off and leave me to it. I'm excited, a little nervous but mostly, ready to begin. Feel free to follow my journey on this blog or on instagram. my insta tag is halcurtis. thanks for all your support. best, hal
laurie and I did ten miles today. first day on app trail. we walked through the woods of NY, up and down rocky paths, over stiles, through a cow pasture, across train tracks and roads, on a cool boardwalk over a swamp with huge beaver dam, and high up on ridge. We had clouds and rain. My loyal stepbrother, Tim and his lovely wife ceci met us with hot soup and towels. We met three thru hikers: bones, ox and pastor john. we experienced our first "trail magic" where someone left a few gallons of fresh water by the trail. tomorrow i will go alone and spend my first night out on the trail.
Three days on the trail. I'm learning a lot. Freeze dried scrambled eggs and beef stroganoff aren't what they're cracked up to be. Rain certainly affects mood. But I've met some good people out here. Pitched my tent tonight and grateful for a warm sleeping bag.
Crossed over the Bear Mt. Bridge on Tues. the 17th. What a dramatic view over the Hudson River. Got a welcomed provision box delivered by Laurie with several new water filters. These are key to my well being. We spent Tues eve at the lovely Bear Mt. Bridge Motel, drank a delicious IPA at the Barnstormer BBQ and repacked my backpack. Tackled Bear Mt. early Wed.am 900 feet straight up. I find counting my steps helps both my pace and my psyche.
Day 9. I had the good fortune of two nights in the Appalachian Motel in Vernon, NJ. The nicest indian couple met me at the trail head and drove me to their motel, did my laundry and drove me into town for dinner and breakfast the next morning. They were some true trail magic. Was lucky to get a room as the alternative was setting up tent in a cow pasture. It was great to get a hot shower and sleep on a real mattress. Laurie and Sandy Carney drove up to replenish my food stash. Sandy checked out my right foot which was bothering me. A quick trip to CVS for some Dr. Scholl rx fixed me up. That, and the two beers at a biker bar.
Day 13. still in nj. making good time towards my goal of the Delaware Water Gap by friday. I did 18.4 miles today. Must be the home state advantage. Saw some of the most beautiful countryside. next time someone jokes about 'what exit', i've got proof plenty. I'm starting to get the camp routine down: collect water for my coffee, filter it, boil it. eat a little breakfast, take down the tent, pack up and go. then i do the reverse each night. i've slept in the occasional shelter but actually prefer my tent as I like having my own space. Just trying to take it one small stretch at a time. The biggest obstacle is really finding water. That has become my priority in deciding where to camp for the night. It is not as available as it would seem. And I'm very grateful for a good filter system because sometimes the water looks a bit sketchy. Before I move on any further, I have two big thank yous. I want to thank Christine Scaplen at Merrimack Hospice for all her hard work and support of this trek in honor of mom. It means a lot knowing your great organization has faith in me. And Phil T. at MPI, thank you for all your tech support. Laurie says she couldn't navigate the blog without your expertise - she especially appreciates your skill at turning pictures right side up. OK, onward and southward.
Day 16. Had a nice little respite in the Water Gap: dined at Hot Dog Johnny's, slept in a real bed, did my laundry by the REI approved shower method (turn on shower, soap up clothes while wearing them, take off, shower self, agitate clothes by stomping on them on bottom of shower floor, rinse and hang up to dry on any available rack. if not dry by early am, use motel hair dryer. ) Met up with Andrea and Rob Quincy and their two sweet daughters Annie and Ella. They drove up to the Gap to check on my progress and get a few quotes. Can't thank them enough for their encouragement and for the handwritten sign which i encountered the next morning written in the trail. Yesterday, I set out on what is probably the toughest stretch i've encountered so far. All i can say is PA is full of rocks, big ones. it takes much longer to walk over, around, in between, and i couldn't make the miles i had projected. It was also hot and humid. but the greatest obstacle remains finding enough water along the trail. yesterday, after i used up my supply, my choice was be thirsty or filter from a green scum covered puddle. obviously i chose the puddle. Gonna re think my priorities and walk from water supply to water supply rather than worrying about making a certain shelter. Looking forward to a visit from my buddy, B.T. and taking a day to fish. Surely I will find water then.
Water gap to Wind gap was a slap in the face. I wanted 20 miles today but fell far short of that. I was on the trail by 5:40 am but didn't get to wind gap til 5:40 pm. Dragged myself to the side of the road and waited for a ride to a crappy hotel. was praying the ride would come because i sure had no backup plan. I was dealing with the triple whammy: heat, rocks and no water. Felt pretty banged up. called laurie who was down in md cleaning out her parents' house & farm. She had her hands full with garbage bags and dumpsters but was v. sympathetic. Made it to hotel and crashed. It was a sobering moment: just because I want to be someplace, and just because I wrote it down, doesn't mean it will happen. Things fell into place when I realized there are things way out of my control. I woke up, plotted a new course, and was able to make a couple of 9-10 milers in the next few days; always on the look out for water. Took a zero day with my buddy, B.T. and fished the Lehigh River. Hooked a nice bow who broke my rod as I landed him. Napped by the river's edge. It was good for the soul. As I stood in the river looking up at the Apps, it gave me the chance to see the distance I had just covered. Now that I've had two 15 mile days, all of a sudden getting through PA is thinkable.
Laurie met me in Port Clinton yesterday eve and picked me up off the porch of the Union Hotel. Port Clinton is like an old time wild wild west town with little saloons dotting the road. I've been looking forward to seeing her for two weeks. We drove to Shartlesville (with the car windows well opened) checked into our trucker's hotel and after a much anticipated hot shower, headed for the Haag restaurant/bar. We walked smack into a "seniors dance night" where a 50's band was playing Elvis & Shake Rattle and Roll to name a few. After a beer or two, we hit the dance floor to Sugar Pie Honey Bunch. Note to self: don't dance in crocs. Up early this am, reorganized my pack and sent some gnarly looking clothes home with L. We had eggs & bacon at the Midway Diner (across from a very ripe dairy farm) and said our goodbye on the train tracks next to the Schuylkill River. Another week in PA, then god willing, on to Harper's Ferry by mid/late June.
Have had a great stretch walking between Port Clinton and Duncannon, PA. Was able to make miles and cover more ground which makes me very happy. Heard about a friendly oasis at Rock & Soul Hostel where there would be a hot shower, chemical toilet, a comfy bunk and a guy who shuttles you back and forth to the trail head. it was true. Definitely hit the jackpot there. met some good guys who were nobos (northbounders) and after some commiserating about life on the trail, they asked me what my trail name was. I said I didn't have one yet. Though I said I did have a nickname, affectionately dubbed by my son parker's WF friends. After a discussion about the movie, Stepbrothers, from whence it came, they said its official, you are the "old bull." Feeling rather bullish at the moment, I am pressing on and will soon be at the PA/MD border. Incredible views of the Susquehanna River as I make my descent. Plan to spend the night with John Ober & Jack Forestell in Lake Meade, PA. (Laurie's cousins) They have kindly offered to put me up. Looking forward to a lot of Ober/Hoff hospitality while in Md. Though I will miss seeing Hope Hollow Farm, the Ober family spirit is alive and well in the offspring and extended family.
6.11.16 - Reflections after 30 days
The eminent philosopher, Mike Tyson, once said that every fighter had a game plan until he got hit in the mouth. What has become painfully obvious is that it is one thing to plot out the hike from the comfort of an arm chair and it is quite a different thing to execute it.
On the negative side, I seem to have under allocated time for the first segment, Take It Easy (I named all three segments after Eagles' songs). This first one might have been slightly misnamed. The cold analytics are this: I have done about 50% of the miles but used about 60% of the days. Pennsylvania was tougher than I anticipated. In fact my first day in PA (Water Gap to Wind Gap) was a low point for me. Though I did about 16 miles that day, I had my eyes on 20. Just couldn't do it. Nothing left in the tank.
On the positive side, the relatively low cumulative mileage reflects the fact that one tends to start slowly with days in the 8s, 9s and tens. Lately, I have been able to get in the high teens and touch 20 once in a while. Two days ago, I went for 26 from Duncannon to Boiling Springs. That is not sustainable but I think a sweet spot might be 17 (8.5 hrs at 2mph).
So, I won't make Roanoke by June 30. I'll probably be 75 miles short (650 v. 725). But, I am encouraged that I can make up those VA short fall miles in segment three (Everything is Different Now).
For now, my immediate focus is to put the Keystone State in the rear view mirror. Then it's on to Harper's Ferry and then the great state of Virginia.
Segment two (Heart of the Matter) commences on July 6 from Baxter State Park in Maine. As I have done the first leg solo, I am really looking forward to sharing the adventure with my son, Parker. I think we will make a good team and put up some good numbers. After Eliza's wedding, I am looking forward to hiking with Shafe in the Whites and beyond. We will have some laughs no doubt.
Net, net, the Old Bull has found this to be the challenge of a life time. I thought it would be hard and it has exceeded expectations. But, it is growing on me and I am looking forward to getting up tomorrow and grinding out miles. There will be no talk of cutting it short or that I gave it a 'good try'. Absent injury or illness, I intend to see this through.
I am so incredibly grateful for all the support of friends and family. I have left everything on Laurie's shoulders and then I ask her for logistical and emotional support on top of it all. But as she wisely said, we're carrying it together.So the mood is good. I'm up for the fight and I have absorbed the first real right to the chin.
So last night, to celebrate my final day in PA, I walked into nearest town and had dinner in a restaurant.
Here is what I ate: two caesar salads, a large steak, garlicky green beans, mac and cheese, an ipa, a manhattan, a glass of malbec, brownie with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce and coffee.
A new state, a new day. So happy to be in Md.
Made it to Harper's Ferry, WVA on thursday. checked in with the AT conservancy and registered as an official through hiker. got my picture taken and put in a book at the AT center on High St. checked into very cool b & b, Stonehouse, in the historic part of town, run by young couple and baby George. Laurie joined me that eve after saying goodbye to the family farm in monkton, md. we were both entranced by this little town. It is literally a gorge. It sits at the intersection of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers and at the borders of WVA, VA and MD. We heard the train whistle off and on all night as it passed through town. All the houses are built into the hill, most made out of stone. Not a doily in sight and as our room had a small balcony overlooking the HF train station and potomac river, i could spread out my tent, stuff bags and sleeping bag to dry. The owners were very laid back, cooked us a terrific breakfast of sausage, home fries and eggs and gave us a little of the history of their house. The Stonehouse was built by slaves; we could see the wooden beams in the ceilings were held together with wooden pins numbered with Roman Numerals. It was considered 'risky' to teach slaves math/numbers so they taught them Roman Numerals. Sobering. After Laurie left, I sat down with my little notebook and pen and crunched some numbers.
Here are the stats I came up with.
Total nights out: 36, Where slept: shelters: 4, tent 12, hostels 3, b&b 7, hotel/motel 6, friends'home 3,
random garage 1
Average Full Day equiv. mileage: 14.9 (4 zero days/5 partials)
Average Full Day equiv. mileage (last 2 wks) 16.5
Pair of boots worn out: 1
Pair of trekking poles demolished : 2
Total miles logged: 432.7
Miles to go by 6/30: 210
Weight lost: 25 lbs
States hiked: NY, NJ, PA, MD, WV (VA tomorrow)
Rivers swam: Lehigh and Potomac
Longest hike: 25.6 Duncannon to boiling springs, pa
Special thanks to John and Jack, Chipper and Peggy for putting me up for two nights. Loved the home cooked meals, the swim in the lake, watching baseball and catching up. Tomorrow, my niece, Deenie and her husband Will are joining me on the trail between Blackburn and Snicker's Gap, VA. Deenie is starting to prep for her upcoming trek on Mont Blanc in Switzerland in July. Looking forward to having their company. On to VA!
6.27.16 Day 48
Apologies for the delay in blog. For some reason, my secretary/better half has been tied up with wedding priorities and hasn't been racing to type up my thoughts. Interestingly enough, she counts her days until Eliza and Richard's wedding as I count mine on the trail. Apparently wedding is at day 38. But I am at day 48. I have every confidence.
There are some unexpected outcomes that might occur when one chooses to do what should be done rather than what is expedient. Last night, I wanted to go to a 'Way Side' on the Skyline Drive (VA). Way Sides are convenience stores which are famous with AT hikers for cheeseburgers and blackberry milkshakes. Way Sides are also generally 'off' of the Trail. I got to the Loft Mt. Way Side at about 5pm and devoured aforementioned items. The remaining problem was where to spend the night. Instead of returning to the AT (backtracking a mile) , I hoofed it about 2 miles up the mt. to Nat'l Park Campsite. The campsite could have been accessed by the AT but at about double the distance.
This morning, instead of just heading southbound, I returned back to the point on the AT where I departed for the Way Side. It was about a 4 mile add-on and it took about 1 3/4 hrs. But, I saw my first rattlesnake on the 'make-up leg.' Full on rattle, he caused quite the traffic jam.
There is something fun about pushing it a little bit and just dealing with what comes at the end of the day. As one young hiker put it, "you'll always deal with whatever comes up, so why worry about it?"
My new math is this: 600 miles is about 27% of the AT. 48 days out is about 27% of the time allotted. As such, it is time to think of Take It Easy as a success and turn all attention to The Heart of The Matter. Can't wait. 26 more miles in Virginia and then it's on to Maine.
Following those white blazes. No shortcuts.
"Oh Virginia, whence I came, I'll see you when I'm younger....." (R.Cash)
All for now.
Oh and this: 9 bears, 2 ankle braces, 1 rattler.
7.9.16 Day 60
Left VA early morning 6.30.16. Flew out of Roanoke and spent several, restorative days at home in NJ. All three kids were home so it was kind of a stolen weekend. I was thrilled to fit into clothes I hadn't worn in years, binged watched Game of Thrones, ate my all time favorite pomegranate molasses chicken, thanks to Laurie and relieved REI of slightly more than half their inventory. Park and I got our gear organized and took off for Munson, Maine, 3 July, full of optimism and good spirits. We began our trek July 4 up a side trail to Katahdin called "Owl", 8 miles straight up. then on July 5, hit Roaring Brook, then Helon Taylor to Knife's Edge and headed back down Hunt Trail. Little known fact, if you are a southbounder, you actually have to climb up to the top of Mt. Katahdin in order to be ATC compliant, as the peak is the official end of the AT. Made it down to Abel Bridge and succumbed to cheeseburgers and beer. On 7.7, we entered the 100 mile wilderness. right away, we dealt with a huge deluge; these were not the warm, gentle rains of va. we were late getting out our rain gear, my bad, and definitely not my nols training, so were drenched and cold by the time we made camp that eve. but we persevered, put up our tents and a tarp, cooked some mad potato bombs, and slept for 12 hours. On 7.8, we continued on, drier and wiser. Oh and park experienced his first taste of trail magic, literally, with a pint of strawberries given to us by two passing truckers. Won't be communicating a lot in the next 6 days as very little cell service. but thanks to all of you who are my loyal readers and supporters.
7.15.16 day 66
Well, With Park's assistance, i just passed 700 miles. We did Katahdin the "hard way" so that GPC could get on the Knife Edge. We actually bagged some "bonus" miles on Katahdin which do not count as AT miles, but we felt 'em all the same.We are now turning our attention to the next 100.
There are some amazing people out here doing extraordinary things. It is hard not being intimidated by folks (men and women) who churn out 20 to 25 mile days when I can barely eke out 16 or so. The truth is that neither Park nor I can rush down the steep descents. Too many basketball induced sprained ankles between us! We're good on the ups (though that is tough,too) and flat out good on the moderate grades, especially if the terrain is cooperative. Unfortunately, that's a small % of the AT. The other thing is water. The big mileage folks go light on water (like a liter for every 8-10 miles). We're way way over that and watery is heavy.
We are going to be a little more realistic in our planning as we gauge our actual daily capabilities better. I and slowly learning what is meant by "hike your own hike".
It has been a blast to have Park as company and I hope he is having some fun. We are a good team and he has helped so much, most particularly in his willingness to go get water. Which is Huge.
The order of the day is to lighten the packs and carry the optimal amount of food. We won't be out for 8 straight nights again (hopefully) so that should help.
The mood is good on we're on to the NH line!
7.23.16 Day 74
Park has proven a skilled cook and water finder. He is the master of the dinner entree: mashed potatoes bombed with chili mac and cheese, washed down with ibuprofen and parkay. What would I do without him?We are a little beat up but eager to keep on trucking. Got our ankles and feet looked at by a doctor in Monson. Now taped & braced, we are moving on. Claudia King, my brave & adventurous stepsister, joined us for part of a day on the Kennebec River. After driving several hours from Falmouth, ME, she picked us up friday at a trailhead by the road and drove us to Flagstaff Lake where we had lunch. She decided to camp overnight by the lake so we helped her set up her tent. We are pressing on to Stratton which is about 10 miles away. Think this will be our toughest day yet. We got a good look at Sugarloaf today. Funny seeing it from such a different perspective.
Well, July 30th marked the end of the hiking time together for Park and me. After consideration of the facts on the ground (we are pretty dinged up, the logistics of getting to the NH line and out in a timely fashion are iffy -- not good when we need to be home for Eliza's wedding! -- and we wanted to leave a little bit of Maine for Shafe) we decided to hit Andover (Me) clean up and head home to the Rock.
Park and I travelled 246.1 miles from Katahdin on July 6th to Andover. Hardly a world besting pace, but it gave me all I wanted! If you listen to crappy sports radio (like we do), you will be familiar with the "Mt Rushmore" list. Essentially, to fill dead air, the radio personalities come up lists of the top four of any topic.
Here is my Mt Rushmore of bad moments in Maine:
> Having to tell Park on the summit of Barren that I misread the map and that our "easy" 10 mile walk out for the next day was actually 19 miles (I really can read and there is a little more to the story, but you get the gist). We were out of food, by the way;
> Hiking the first two days in the Wilderness in a monsoon. A new definition of wet and cold. Team morale was poor;
> The water on Old Bemis. We filtered it, bombed it with iodine and boiled it. We still wouldn't drink it; and
> The dinner time squall at Safford Notch which led to the existential question "how do you get into the tent without getting everything wet"?
And the Mt Rushmore of great moments in Maine:
> Parker's birthday celebrated on the Ssddlebacks and in Rangeley. Dinner at the Rangeley Tavern with Journey, Breezy, Book It, and Hook;
> The moose who dropped by at the pond just as we were finishing dinner;
> The ice packs on the feet and ankles while drinking beers and watching the British Open on a zero day in Greenvile; and
> The blue berries on Old Bemis. We were coming in late and had just completed a pretty good uphill pull. We were still about 1.3 miles from the shelter when Park spotted a huge blue berry patch. "What should we do"?
"Let's take off our packs and eat 'em all". And we did.
I cannot possibly thank Park enough. There are a lot of things he could've done with the month of July, but he chose to hike with me in Maine. Maine is tough and I couldn't have done it without him. Though I didn't include it in the Mt Rushmore list, I will have the enduring memory of father and son emptying all the contents of wet back packs on the summit of White Cap (total yard sale) eating lunch, taking in the view and knowing that for one day, everything would be dry!
When I return to Maine in about 10 days, I will be joined by my friend Steve Shaffer. Incredibly, Shafe will get to reprise the hike we did 25 years ago through the Mahoosuc Notch. This time, we'll continue on through the Whites. In the mean time, I am really looking forward to spending some time at home and seeing my daughter Eliza get married.
All for now.
8.14.16 Day 96
Well, I'm sitting in a hotel room in Gorham, NH eating Doritos and having a beer before shuttling the truck to Grafton Notch, which is 31.1 miles up the AT. Tomorrow morning (in a new twist), Shafe and I will hike north to Gentian Pond, Full Goose Shelter and then thru the Mahoosuc Notch and out at Grafton. That will finish Maine (finally) and then we can turn our attention to the Whites.
Since the last entry at the end of July, I spent about 10 wonderful days at home. The drive home was highlighted by Parker's karaoke performance ( "Take it Easy") at a Ramada Inn outside of Portland. I was tempted to try my hand at the "Summer of '69" but one really should know all the words to a song before taking the leap.
When Park and I got home, we saw that Laurie and crew had been working harder preparing for Eliza's wedding than we had been hiking. We tried to make ourselves useful but the days leading up to August 6th were a whirlwind. We had a family dinner at our favorite place -- 153 -- in Rocky Hill, NJ; I snuck in a
round of golf with buddies Mike O'Connor and Ron Riemann; had a surprise birthday for Laurie; the rehearsal dinner; and, of course, Eliza's wedding which was such a success, that it drew a visit from the constables for violation of noise ordinances. Go Eliza and Richard! But seriously, the wedding was the highlight of my summer; lots of dancing, laughing, and swimming. Eliza was the most serene, happy bride. Their friends were terrific and, I think it's safe to say, everyone had a blast.
On Monday August 8th, Shafe and I headed north and were hosted by my sister Claudia (of Kennebec River fame). We then set off for Andover, Maine to start up where Park and I had left off on July 30th. We hiked 2 days, about 10 miles each day. Each day had several "ups" of 1,000 to 1500 feet with the corresponding descents. After the second day, looking at dire weather forecasts, we decided it was advantageous to deploy out of Gorham. Which is why we are heading north to finish the last (southbound) section of Maine.
Leaving home this time was really difficult. "But ain't any use in complaining, when you've got a job to do" (B Adams) Shafe wants to particularly thank Parker for leaving him the Mahoosuc Notch.
On to New Hampshire.
25 August 2016 Day 107
Thoughts from my spot near the summit of Mt Madison today.
Here are some random thoughts about hiking in Southern Maine and New Hampshire. What was extremely challenging 25 years ago was just down right brutal. Shafe and I logged 82 miles together (from Andover,Me to Osgood Campsite, NH) and I would estimate that about 8 of those miles were easy. These 82 miles encompassed Baldpate, the Mahoosuc Notch, Old Speck, Goose Eye, Mt Carlo, Moriah, Hight, the Carters and the Wildcats. As he aptly put it, it wasn't a walk in the woods but rather a series of sharp ascents and descents marked by scrambling and rock climbing, for lack of a better description. Shafe gave up over 2 weeks of vacation, of which 12 were actual hiking days, to join me and it is accurate to say that I couldn't have made it to Pinkham Notch without him. I will always have the image of passing my pack up to Shafe to get through a small hole in the rocks in the Mahoosuc Notch. Shafe didn't really want a "trail name" but I think he has earned one. I like "Nails" as in Shafe had no toe nails left or, he is as tough as nails. Either one works.
Today, I continued up Mt Madison on the AT which includes the Presidential Range. For the first time since late June, I am on my on. That is as it should be. But, I was particularly apprehensive of Maine and with a lot of help from Parker and Shafe, I am now on to Hanover!
5 September 2016 Day 118
Continue to make my way through NH. Had some solo days after Shafe left, then met a fellow through hiker, Skip, who's been navigating the presidentials with me. Skip began his hike in mid July. He's good company; smart and funny. We've had some good talks and more than a few laughs. Am about 20 miles north of Hanover and really pushing to get there by the end of this week. Hanover is significant because it marks the last major trail head in NH. Then I tackle Vermont and the Green Mountains. But before that, am planning to take a few days off. Really looking forward to spending them with Laurie. We haven't seen much of each other since the wedding. She was busy at the rock 'undecorating' and then drove up to Boston to bring Eliza and Richard some of their wedding loot. Think she also helped unpack a box or two as they moved into their new house. In addition to the usual provisions, she is bringing my third pair of Oboz boots and golf clubs. Ah. that will be a treat. Until then, will keep my eyes on the white blazes and one foot in front of the other. I feel everyone's encouragement around me.
6 September 2016
Guest Blog Post by G. Parker Curtis: GPC Takes A Hike
Egged on by my father, I picked up a microphone on stage at Seasons Grille and Bar, just off 95 South on the outskirts of Portland, and prepared to wow the masses assembled for karaoke night with a stirring rendition of “Take It Easy” by The Eagles. A timely choice, perhaps, since our journey through Maine from Katahdin down to Andover was in fact quite challenging. Furthermore, we had some important milestones of a different nature to celebrate when we got back to New Jersey, including a significant birthday and a wedding, so we were certainly excited to get home.
As we were running down the road the next morning, loads decidedly loosened, I couldn’t help but laugh about how easily the miles stack up on the highway. Our 366-mile drive home to The Rock was over with some daylight left to spare, but having spent the last 4 weeks on the AT with my dad, covering about 247 miles, I had a deeper appreciation for the true distance of 5,280 feet. Like snowflakes, no two miles are alike. There’s the infamously interminable last mile before the campsite, which clearly is due to some miscalculation by whoever repainted that last sign. Or there are the “bonus” miles, which require one to divert from the trail for minor details such as drinking water or a place to sleep, and shockingly these never feel shorter than advertised either. Not to mention the miles that are strictly uphill or strictly downhill, and all the challenges and creative vocabulary words they inspire!
All this is to say that the trail is hard work. When I promised my Dad a month on the trail, I knew that it would be a physically challenging adventure. I didn’t know how much mental discipline it would take to keep putting one foot in front of the other every day, even when the terrain is tough, ankles have rolled and callouses have warped themselves into exciting and painful new configurations. I have the utmost respect for all who have hiked the entire trail, and for all who are currently striving to complete it.
Most of all I’m incredibly proud of my Dad. The Old Bull is relentless – his mental toughness and dogged determination are undeniable. We covered a lot of difficult terrain together, and were rewarded with some spectacular views. I’ll never forget crossing Katahdin’s Knife Edge and looking down at Chimney Pond, or the Ledges on Barren Mountain, at the end of the 100 Mile Wilderness, which provided us with a wind whipped and stunning vista of Maine’s lakes and forests. Whitecap mountain boasted a 360-degree panorama of the Wilderness’ beauty – its second most appealing feature, behind its industrial strength clothes drying service in the form of a pack-emptying yard sale under the midday sun.
After the wilderness we were graced with the presence of my Godmother, Claudia King, who not only did some hiking with us, but also picked us up at multiple trailheads, met us for a great lunch at Flagstaff Lake, and crossed the Kennebec river with us. The Bigelow mountains challenged us with fog and steep ups and downs, but also showed us a great view of Sugarloaf Mountain, whose backside we camped on a few nights later to weather a sudden afternoon storm. On my birthday we were lucky to get a beautiful day as we went over the Saddlebacks, with a clear look at Mooselookmeguntic Lake and the town of Rangeley.
I’m so grateful to have been able to join my Dad for this time on the trail, and will always fondly remember the memories we made on the trail, and on those precious zero days. The Lake Shore House in Monson, ME was a godsend after our first 10 days out. Moosehead Lake may as well have been Lake Tahoe when we spent our first zero day there, and Stratton, Maine – aka Stratt-vegas – not only boasted the White Wolf Inn and its notorious Wolfburger, but was also home to the prestigious Harbor Club. Come to think of it, a map of Maine will never look the same to me after this summer – there are distinct memories for each mountain, forest, lake, stream, highway crossing and campsite we came across. Every mile has its own story to tell. GPC
20 September 2016 Day 133
Hello from the Green Mts. of Vt. Got a text message from my good buddy, Mike O'Connor, reminding me that I hadn't posted anything recently. He was curious as to my progress and was concerned that I may have forgotten that Tom Brady was suspended.
On September 8th, I walked out of the woods of New Hampshire onto the ball fields of Dartmouth College around 2:30 pm. With no real plan, I walked into the Hanover Inn and was given a "hiker's rate", negotiated by my Presidential Range-to-Hanover comrade in arms, "Skip". Skip is a 73 year old Massachusetts native who started south from Katahdin in July. Through the Whites, we covered such topics as Social Security, veterans benefits, compulsory national service, and the benefits of loading up on water for late afternoon climbs versus stealth camping. I am on the record for greatly favoring the latter.
The time in Hanover was heavenly. Dartmouth was just starting classes so the joint was jumping. In addition to a couple of pints and some fine dining, I brought some hiking amigos to the Theta Delta Chi house for some late night beer pong with the lax bros. Quite a scene. I'll try to a post a picture, which is clearly worth a 1,000 words.
After some down time in Hanover, I got shuttled out to Woodstock, VT for a 2 night trip back to Hanover, to ensure I could watch the Bradyless Patriots play the Cardinals. The hike from Woodstock was relatively easy and beautiful. I ran into large blackberry patches, apple trees, and a black bear. The bear was the second one I saw north of Virginia, the other one being at the foot of Mt Moosilauke.
So, with New Hampshire in the books, and a down payment made on Vermont, it was time to look forward to a trip off of the trail with Laurie. Laurie and I had not seen each other since Eliza and Richard's wedding so we booked 3 nights at the Equinox Inn in Manchester, VT. Non-hiking activities included steam rooms, a massage , 2 rounds of golf on the perfectly manicured Equinox course, waffles with vt. applesmoked sausage, a couple of pops and a visit to Laurie's Aunt Reggie Parker who lives in Manchester. She very sweetly greeted us for an impromptu visit.
After all that indulgence, on the morning of the 16th, Laurie dropped me off at the trail head for Bromley and I started back north to Woodstock. I am 3 days into that adventure and in a stroke of great good fortune ran into the Inn at Long Trail. After a sleepless night on top of Kiliington (Cooper Lodge Shelter leaks like a sieve), a couple of Long Trail Ales and Guiness stew hit the spot.
So, about 20 miles to Woodstock, i will find a ride back to Manchester and then it's on to Massachusetts (home of the 2-0 Patriots and the first place Boston Red Sox).