Northbound A.T. backpackers are nearing the New England wilds and, with it, evenings around the campfire as the nightly chill sets in. What’s more appropriate than a ghostly tale well told!
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Y’all come sit by the fire now…it’s story time! (Tales, Poems, and Songs for the Appalachian Trail Hiker)
In our age of distraction it’s more important than ever to slow down and pay attention — especially to where we’re going!
If I had kept my eyes lifted and looked straight ahead of me, I would never have become lost. But since the sweltering blaze of a blistering midsummer afternoon in August on the A.T. in Pennsylvania kept my head down — literally — I must have missed the turn.
Time has wilted with my motivation. A long roadwork through a dusty valley seemed at first an easy endeavor. An early start to beat the rising sun, to outrun its zenith, was the intention. Never made it. Lots of “cameling up” kept me alive, but pouring sweat and drenching humidity did their evil best to sap my energy. Despite many stops to rest in what shade I could find, I ended up in a late afternoon slog. The white blazes had directed me through some newly sown fields and alongside a two-lane asphalt road, now redolent with the smell of cooked…
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Instants have come and gone, though I think Trader Joe’s Columbian instant would do in a pinch. I’ve tried funnels and gadgets of various sorts. I will not take an espresso maker; too much to fidget with.
A few years ago I found a lightweight, convenient method of taking fresh-ground coffee on the trail and brewing it with as little fanfare and difficulty as possible.
Enter – the coffee sock. No, it’s not a “recycled” tube sock (ack!) It’s a wooden handled gadget with a muslin “basket” which holds grounds through which hot water if poured. Quick on the brew, good on the palate. I can amp the coffee with as many grounds as I like and cleanup is a simple rinse. Occasionally I will use some soap and water to wash out the oils which accumulate.
Viola! Easy, fast, and most of all – effective!
I just couldn’t resist dicing up your hiking Halloween without revisiting the chilling tale of this most unwelcome trail denizen! Trick or Treat!
Consider this the “Halloween” post for Write In Front of Me. It’s not my intent to fuel undue anxiety or alarm but I would be less than upfront if this side of backpacking the Appalachian Trail wasn’t addressed. Specifically, I’m talking about safety in dealing with other hikers and people you will meet.
First a tale…a true tale.
Cold Spring Shelter along the Appalachian Trail was home for the night for myself and a handful of other backpackers. We’d left Springer Mountain mid-April and were among the rear guard bound for Katahdin. Most of us were getting our “trail legs” and starting to feel we were managing the tests the trail set before us pretty well.
What we weren’t prepared for was “Night Hatchet.”
“Night Hatchet” was a young local man, about his early twenties, who was hitching from trailhead to trailhead, hiking in to shelters…
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Steve Zigler unveils the wonder of the Great Smoky Mountains at the turn of the season!
It finally happened! It doesn’t feel like it, it doesn’t look like it, but Autumn finally began today. The autumnal equinox in technical parlance. My favorite season in Steve parlance. And just this week, the first traces of autumn began to appear in my back yard. Not much yet really, but a few leaves bear the signs of seasonal change.
Not finding much Autumn in my back yard, I went looking for signs of my favorite season with my buddies Richard and Brian at the Foothills Parkway this morning. We didn’t find it there either. It was warm, downright balmy even. No Autumn at Foothills. Rats! However, on a more positive note, we found a nice layer of fog blanketing the valley. It was like Summer had pulled the covers up to its neck in an effort to keep out the change of season. Nice try, Summer!
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Sound nutritional advice from the Bostonblogger on how to fuel your hiking and backpacking adventures!
If your boat (or life!) has no anchor – you’ll drift! Likewise, if you’re backpacking the Appalachian Trail intending to reach Katahdin, you’ll need your own unique anchors to avoid “trail drift.” We review what they are on this Flashback Friday. Enjoy!
Photo courtesy talksrealfast at FlickrWill you anchor hold in the storms of life,
An anchor is defined as “a person or thing on which something else is based that can be relied upon for chief support, stability, or security; a mainstay.
The greatest anchor is Katahdin, whose looming summit entices when you first see it. If the spirit of this summit doesn’t burn within you from the time you leave Springer Mountain your chances of becoming a thru-hiker diminish. This is the “grail anchor,” and its majesty is compelling. But Katahdin is many footfalls distant. One needs other anchors — other goals — to guarantee a successful hike. Let’s look at other anchors you can use to propel you to Maine
Towns. Whether it’s to resupply for the next stretch of trail, or to find that all-you-can-eat restaurant you’ve been reading about in the trail registers, towns are significant…
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