The hike to Carlisle was pretty straight forward with farmers fields, lowlands, and one small hill that just popped up outta nowhere. We passed a few highways, streets, and the PA Turnpike later we arrived at Hwy 11. Turn left, walk a short distance and there was Bobbie waiting for us at the John Deer dealer. There are “Trail Angels” and there are real Angels. Bobbie is one of these and so is her husband Bob aka Buckle Bob. Bob and Bobbie have a pre-war farm and by that I mean it was built in 1743. These wonderful people have been friends of Ray and Charlene since Ray had brown hair (Bob and Bobbie used to own Bob’s Saddle Shop on Rte 206). We settled in had a great dinner and a fabulous nights sleep. The next day both Charlene and Ray were taken by Bobbie an hour into Urgent Care, seems my hiking partners had developed respiratory infections. Our Angels Bob and Bobbie feed us, put a roof over our heads, gave us tours and lessons on the Amish and Mennonites, and were just plain old good friends for 5 days before everyone was well and they took us back to the trail. The good Lord puts Angels in places you least expect. This time they moved from Springfield to Blain, PA and I am glad I had the opportunity to get to know them.
Charlene is the queen of FB pages and over our travels has learned to hook up with the “spouses” pages on the various bases we have stayed at or near us. Knowing we were headed into Carlisle, PA she reached out to the spouses at Carlisle Barracks and found a “Trail Angel”… Sue aka Momma Q. Since we decided to take a Nero Charlene reached out and Sue was available to take us almost anywhere locally but would be a little while since she was at work. No Problem for us, time to eat, find a hotel (since the local places are no longer hiker friendly-Hampton In here we come) and hit the outfitters. First … FOOD!!!! Headed over to Cafe 101 to get on our grub. On the way we passed TCO Outfitters and decided drop in sine Charlene needed to get her trekking pole fixed. Did I tell you she lost her footing, slipped down the hill a little and got her leg caught under a log? Thankfully the log caught her, but she bent her tracking pole. Don to the rescue… yep my knight in shining armor moment… to lift the log off her leg. Back to TCO, Charlene found out they are a Leki dealer and they would try and fix it. Leaving the pole we parked our packs on their bench and continued to the cafe. Reviewing the restaurant:
Free drink refills
Cons: No Waitress Service
No electric plugs for hikers
Eating to much and a full tummy it was time to head back to the outfitters. The pole was fixed. Cost? ZERO, NADA, NOTHING, FREE!!! They replaced a part calling it warranty and we purchased a few more items. Done at TCO we headed over to the ATC office to sit and wait for sue, she gets off at 4p. We grabbed a seat, opened our sodas, and relaxed. Just then Sue called and was on her way. Color me surprised when we found out she locked the doors to come get us. Sue gave us a quick history lesson and got us to the Hampton. Dropping us off we arranged with her for the return ride and offered to pay her. She not only refused any payment but told us she was here for us any time. We got checked in, free water, hot cookies and Italian delivery to close out the day. I think we were all asleep by 7pm. 6am breakfast, pack the bags, grab a couple bananas for the day and Sue arrived. Time to hike to Carlisle and head to Bob and Bobbie’s. Write more soon….
The past couple weeks have been a mix of highs and lows, and I don’t just mean hills and valleys. One day we were walking near Antietam Shelter needing a break and Dad “Moses” gets waived over to a tarped lean-to by a couple guys. We follow him over and to our surprise it was pure “Trail Magic”. We had wondered across what is known as the “Leap Frog Cafe” run by “Fresh Ground”. He has preparing all hikers that came by a meal. We had omelets, banana pancakes, juice, and grabbed Little Debbie’s to go. What a great treat!!!
As we came into Fayetteville, PA we stayed at the Hope Hostel. Junker, a previous through-hiker and ridge-runner and his wife are great people who will do anything for you; including a ride into town to resupply at Walmart. Now I have never stayed in a hostel before and if i have a choice will never again. The place was clean, beds were okay if you are comfortable in a high bunk (I’m not… kept waiting to go ahhhhhhhhh all the way to the floor… lol) and the bathroom was clean. Maybe I’m a prude in my old age but sharing a bathroom and shower with 10-12 other people felt too much like basic training, but with a door.
Dinner and breakfast were at the Timbers diner and Wanda served good food and is your instant friend. But then a step climb awaits. It’s a tough couple miles mixed with a tunnel of rhododendrons that just took our breath away and a shelter on a stream that is so nice it feels like a Caribbean resort.
The next few days saw 90 degree days with the sun beating down on us the whole time since the leaves are late this year, so much for the “green tunnel”. We pulled into Boiling Springs and called a “Nero” day…. to be continued
Let’s just say we spent way more than we should have and have more food than we could ever use. The Cobblestone Hotel In Waynesboro, PA’s hiker box just received some extra love from us (picture shows the extra). It was a lesson learned.
What did we do wrong? #1 We went shopping together. #2 We did not buy in bulk to break down. #3 We did not have a pre-defined grocery list
The trail will shape you, define you and sometimes lighten your wallet to help remind you…….
How to describe our first five days on the Appalachian Trail. Starting out of Harpers Ferry gives you a chance to enjoy a smooth “on ramp” to the trial. Start by crossing the Potomac and level walk along its banks. A couple miles in a tight left turn, of course it starts to rain, and the road heads up. I read that the trail always goes UP headed north and it sure seems so. The beauty and majesty of this land is immediately apparent and will slow you down because you want to stop and stare at EVERYTHING.
Charlene (I’ve started calling her “The Saint”) and I have worked on the road for the past almost 2 years and logged about 1600 Fitbit miles walking gas lines. After five days walking up and down dirt, crushed leaves, roots and ROCKS with 25ish pounds strapped to our backs, those 1600 miles mean exactly d$&k. I am finding leg muscles that Haven’t been used like this since I had brown hair. Moses did some test hikes and spent some gym time for a few months before our start and he has aches and pains forgotten about since his youth. I have to give him credit however; pushing 80 and just finishing radiation treatment he is a little slower but trusting right along. And his knowledge of wildlife is a never ending source of information.
We decided to dodge some upcoming weather and grabbed a room at the Cobblestone Hotel and Suites In Waynesboro, PA. Nice hotel with FREE breakfast, bar, and right next door to a Walmart for resupply. It’s funny, I’m tired and the rest is good but I long to put more ground under my feet.
Day 3 on the trail was tough. You know how it feels a few days after you go back to the gym? Yeah, that’s it… pain…. lots of pain. So after a day of aching muscles and more hills , and this is the easy part?!? We get to the shelter area to settle down early. We forgot that this is the weekend. And that Boy Scouts camp on weekends. Great kids, loud and rambunctious but great kids. They even asked Moses if he’d like to share their Oreos. They gave him the first one!!! Me I spent time chatting with the adults and some of the kids. Heck, what Eagle Scout wouldn’t. I’ll share a couple picks of the action. Earlier today we said farewell to Mr. Soap (Mark “Post Card” Hughes’s Cousin) and had a nice chat with a couple section hikers (Laces and Pops). Hopefully we’ll get some sleep tonight and be ready to tackle the trail tomorrow. Yeah I know we will.
We are all checked in and the photo has been taken. While at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy we also spoke with Laurie who made sure we knew how to dig a “cat hole” or “poop hole” and how to hang a bear bag. She made sure to discuss hydration and looked at our packs. Looks like we are all near the 25lbs mark with food and water. Tomorrow will be an early rise, return the rental car, get a ride to the trail and head across the Potomac River to Maryland. We hope to make 10 Miles a day to start and look forward to a few cold nights but overall weather looks good for the first week. More later.
It’s been a whirlwind last week finalizing gear ( https://youtu.be/r2rSZTeIoxs ), seeing family, and of course second guessing ourselves. We leave today and as the song says our bags are packed and we’re ready to go. But I wonder if we are truly ready. Here I go second guessing again… Do I really need to carry 2.6 ounces of butt wipes? Do I really need a 9 ounce down jacket? If I didn’t have to eat that would save me from carrying food, AND, why does water weigh 4.4 pounds per liter… WHY!?!? (lol) We’ve talked to mentors, people that have hiked the trail not once but multiple times (go see Mark aka Post Card at REI Marlton, NJ… THANKS POSTCARD!!!!) and they say not only are we ready but “Why are you still HERE?!?!?” Only
your hairdresser The Appalachian Trail and it’s 2180+ miles knows this answer. <enter cliché here> If all is well and the creek don’t rise we’ll see you all in 5-6 months. We’ll be checking in and sending updates and thoughts along the trail so keep checking back here (and http://www.trailjournals.com/escapingnewjersey and even the escapingnewjersey FB page). Time to play my last video game for a while and turn off the computer. Mother nature we are on our way. Don “Captain Obvious” and Char “TBD”.
Grey Hair and the Appalachian Trail
I never thought I was vain…..until I had grey hair. Why does this happen, why? You lose your eye sight (I need readers for every damn thing), you skin looks like it came off of a chicken and sadly the menopause weight gain (just shoot me now lol).
So, I signed myself up to walk the Appalachian Trail and I dye my hair every 4 weeks – give or take. So how am I going to do that while walking on the trail? What the hell was I thinking, seriously. I need my head examined, I am too old for this shit…..grumble, grumble…..
Then it hits me…..why don’t you finally go grey. You know…..grow your hair out to grey. Mmmmm……I have been on the fence about doing this for years – YEARS. Now is the time, now or never, you got this, you can do this……..no I can’t, where is the nearest AVEDA Salon, who had the bright idea of walking this freakin trail…….calm down you got this, you can do this, don’t shave your head, stay away from the cliff….for the love of God there is no salon within a 30 mile walking distance. Deep breathes…..deep breathes.
Honestly, I have no choice and now is a good time to start letting it go grey. I could rent a car or get an Uber…..no let it go grey, it will look hot on you……now that I am thinking of it…..I won’t have my 20x mirror to do my eyebrows……NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Just got in my new 8.2oz Enlightened Equipment Torrid Apex synthetic jacket. These are made to order with your choice of colors. Mine was a ready made so not my first choice of colors but when you have a time crunch choosy is not an option. Charlene likes it enough we ordered her one and the guys at Enlightened Equipment are working to meet our deadline for the AT.