Journal - Woman on Her Way

Day 20: (July 5) David Logan Shelter

Jane calling her mother from near Bloodroot Mountain

During the night the rain pelted the shelter’s tin roof and kept me awake until about 4 AM. It is so dark in the woods, especially on a rainy night. You can’t see your hand in front of your face.

I was looking forward to seeing the Vermont stars, but the clouds and tree-cover have prevented me from star gazing. It’s hard to believe that tomorrow we will have been on the trail for three weeks.

Dennis has lost a lot of weight. I, on the other hand, have not lost as much. Though loosing weight was not a goal, it is an outcome to walking up and down mountains for eight or more hours a day while carrying around thirty pounds. So are the sore feet and legs, the insect bites, scratches and bruises, but these are to be expected. We both have been taking Advil at night, and Dennis moans in his sleep. We both move like old people in the morning as we set off on the trail.

I usually start off first because it takes me a good fifteen minutes to get warmed up and into a rhythm. Dennis eventually catches up, he is so much faster than I, especially downhill.

Today is my birthday, the second that I spend in the hills. The first was a five-day hike in the White Mountains of NH when I turned thirty. I did not want to celebrate, dreading the big “Three-O.” At that time, the young culture could not trust anyone over 30. At the same time, if you hadn’t “made it” by 30 your chances for success were slim. Being childless also complicated the conflicting emotions.

This time I rejoice turning 65. I’m old, grey-haired, and in good heath. I have had a great life and a wonderful partner to share it with. And, I no longer have to pay unrealistically high premiums for health care. Medicare at last!

Since we only had 8 miles to hike to the David Logan Shelter, we enjoyed a relaxing morning, leaving the shelter at 9:30 AM. This morning I added a packet of Romano cheese to my coffee instead of sugar. The taste was not all that bad, once I sweetened it, but the smell was not appealing. Guess I should put my glasses on before opening packets.

Near Bloodroot Mountain I had phone connections and called my mother. Phone coverage has been almost nonexistent in the Green Mountains, especially for T-Mobile. Aftwards we snacked on Luna bars. The chocolate coconut is yummy!

Trying to cross a cluster of fallen trees, I was paying attention to placing my foot and hit my head on a protruding limb. I cut my forehead and it bleed profusely. There are so many things in the woods to look out for, especially for someone who does not have good peripheral vision.

We arrived at the shelter around 4:15. It took us six hours and forty-five minutes (including breaks) to hike 8.1 miles. Dennis said we must be getting old.

Gate for "Mr. Prickles" at David Logan Shelter — Gate for “Mr. Prickles” at David Logan Shelter

This shelter has a porcupine gate to keep “Mr. Prickles” out. Porcupines love salt and will chew shoes and anything the contains human sweat. They even chew the sweat off the steps where many hikers sit. “Hummingbird,” the twelve-year-old hiker, was afraid they would lick her hair. I’m not sure where she got that idea.

For a change, I was able to gather firewood, get water for shower and supper, and tried putting the tent in the shelter, but it was to large for the allotted space. It felt wonderful to clean up and put on the camp clothes. Warm weather makes such a big difference: 68° F at 5:30 PM.

Olive, stopped by but decided to hike on. Later, Hornet arrived. Nice to have others around.

Day 19: (July 4) Rolston Rest Shelter

After two days rest in Rutland, it was difficult getting back on the trail. We just missed the bus to the trailhead and had to wait an hour before the next one arrived. We started walking until late morning when the weather became overcast and cool (55° F). We’re jinxed!

With two days of sunshine (while we were in town), the path is drier and the leaves crunch beneath our feet. Though there are some muddy spots, we don’t have to avoid boot-sucking glop and ankle-deep puddles, making the walking almost relaxing.

After about a mile, we came to Willard Gap, where the LT and AT split. From now on, there will be fewer hikers. I look forward to reading the shelter registers and seeing what the LT hikers have to say.

When we arrived at Rolston Rest Shelter, we threw down our bedrolls and took a nap. Even though it was not very cold, I awoke shivering. Dennis held me until a warmed up, and then we lit a fire and I was able to help with the evening chores. It was wonderful to be able to participate and share the workload.

Jane drying clothes at the Rolston Rest Shelter

Since we were the only ones there, we set up the tent in the shelter. It’s about ten degrees warmer in the tent than outside of it.

Dennis on amateur radio at Rolston Rest Shelter

After supper, we sat around the campfire. I read and Dennis got on the ham radio, making lots of contacts. After the sun went down, we could hear the fireworks from Rutland. It was the best camping experience in nineteen days.

Day 17 & 18: (July 2 -3) Rutland

After all the cold nights, it felt warm sleeping in 70° F. I threw off all the blankets except for the sheet. Not complaining, though.

After breakfast, I went to a self-serve laundry mat, the first time in about 40 years. The attendant was very helpful and explained how to operate the coin-free machines. It cost $10 to wash and dry everything we had.

Once all the clothes was stored in the hotel, Dennis and I went to the Yellow Deli for lunch. There is an adjoining outfitters and I bought a pair of mittens there. Afterwards we went to EMS and I bought a warm sleeping shirt. Dennis replaced a pair of pants. We also bought a fuel canister and freeze-dried package of Katmandu Curry. Hope it’s a delicious as it sounds. We also bought cheap bathing suits for the hot tub. As you can imagine, sitting in the spa was heavenly.

On July 3, we worked on the computer, went to post office to post items home (about 4 lbs) and to send the package we had shipped to Rutland forward. As long as the package is unopened, there is not additional charge for mailing it ahead.

We are all set to get to the trail. I hope the good weather we’ve had the past two days continues and has dried out the paths. We could use a break.

Day 16: (July 1) Killington Peak and Cooper Lodge

Its the first of July and cold and rainy, just as it has been since we started the hike more than two weeks ago. Dennis used to brag that it did not rain on him.Nature decided to change his good fortune and make up for all those years of sunshine.

Dennis was the first up in the shelter and rekindled the fire. We all sat around it eating breakfast and preparing to climb Killington with an elevation of more than 4000 ft. Just as were were ready to leave, it started lightening and thundering, so we waited for a break.

Today, I wore rain pants and jacket, and dirty socks for mittens. I have nothing left that is dry and look forward to getting to Rutland, about a 12 mile walk over the mountain.

Last night I wrapped my lower torso in a black contractor bag, hoping to keep warm. Unfortunately, the plastic retained my sweat and soaked my bag. Perhaps putting under me will have a more favorable affect.

I don’t mind walking in a light rain, but the torrential downpour makes it difficult to walk, adds unwanted water weight, and makes the trail slippery. Dennis was dragging. I think the cold, lack of sleep, and the dreary day was taking its toll. He was looking forward to staying at Cooper Lodge, taking a nap, and then getting on the amateur radio.

We we disappointed when we got to the lodge on Killington Peak. It is dilapidated. The fireplace has been walled in, the windows are broken, and the door does not latch. It was dank and dark. I changed out of my wet clothes into my sleepware, the only dry clothes left. Dennis boiled water for Ramen Noodle soup. We don’t usually have a warm meal at noon, but we needed it to warm us. It also provided Dennis with the electrolytes he needed to energize him.

Climbing down from Killington was equivalent to an obstacle course. Overflowing rivers, slick rocks, down trees, and fallen rocks impeded our way to Route 4.

At Rt 4, we took off our muddy outerwear and donned our camp shoes. We feared no one would give us a ride if we were caked in mud. We managed to get the last Diamond Express bus (6:30 PM) into Rutland. The fare: $2.00 each.

The driver, Michael, was very informative and listed our options. We choose to stay at the Holiday Inn. It is on the city bus line and for 50 cents (25 cents for Seniors) we could get into downtown. What a deal!

Hot shower, king-size bed, and warmth await us.

Day 15: (June 30) Governor Clement Shelter

As we lay comfortably in the tent, Dennis mentioned how difficult it was for hikers to be intimate. Too cold, too tired, too stinky. We both have a mummy bag, which makes cuddling difficult. Looking forward to our next “zero” (rest) day in Rutland.

The 3.7 miles to the Clarendon Shelter were difficult. Coming into Clarendon Gorge, I slipped on the granite slate and banged my elbow. It was my 11th fall and the first to draw blood. Dennis helped me bandage it up because I could not see the cut.

Crossing the Bob Brugmann Bridge wasn’t scary as long I as I didn’t look down. It bounced a little, but the sides helped me feel secure as I trod over the gorge.

After crossing the road, we had a gruesome 600 ft vertical climb. We must be getting stronger because it only took us half and hour to scale.

We stopped at the shelter for lunch. For the first time in several days, the sun shone and we took advantage by basking in it for about an hour.

We are getting accustomed to hiking. Everything has a place and is easy to find. Our legs are getting stronger, and we are increasing our daily mileage. Dennis is faster so he usually goes first, especially down hill. He has been hiking in the woods since he was a child and has developed a rhythmic technique for hopping down a slope. I favor my right leg (so ankle and torn meniscus). I am very cautious. Dennis says that at my rate it will take us all summer to complete the LT. My response? What’s the rush?

Unfortunately, we should have noticed the approaching clouds. We still had 5.8 miles to the Governor Clement Shelter where we planned to stay for the night. The temperatures dropped with the rainfall. The rivers overflowed and we had to take off our shoes twice to ford the icy waters. Doing so takes time and cools us off.

Hiking in the rainHiking in the rain — Hiking in the rain.

My foot stuck in the mud and I fell into the pigsty-like mush. Unhurt but covered with sludge, I was unable to get up without Dennis’ help. I would have looked comical to an outsider to see me trying to extricate myself from the mire.

Jane warming by the fireplace at the Governor Clement Shelter

What a treat it was to arrive at the shelter and find that other hikers had started a raging fire. Shivering, Unembarrassed, I took off my sodden clothes in front of the warming flames and put on my simi-dry sleepwear. Everyone was welcoming and made room for us to put out our bedrolls and dry our clothes by the hearth, the first I have seen in a shelter.

One of the hikers, “Hummingbird,” is 12-years-old. She is walking with her father “Goose,” whose trail name comes from the wingman in the movie Top Gun. He was his daughter’s wingman. Other hikers include “Bits,” and “Bacon”—all LT hikers. “5-0-Three” was also there. She is walking the AT to raise money for Christopher Reeve Foundation.

We were all asleep by 8:30 pm.

Day 14: (June 29) Minerva Hinchey Shelter

We left the shelter and headed for Wallingford. The trail crossed a raging river. Dennis walked up a found a place that we could hop stones to get across. He helped me a “Quaker” cross. While I was waiting for Dennis to find a suitable crossing, a couple with a young puppy tried crossing the river. The woman fell in. The puppy, managed well and bounded up to Dennis and back. It was surely enjoying being in the woods.

As we entered town, we saw the Victorian Inn Dining and Lodging. On our way out we stopped to see if there was an available room. The proprietor told us that the inn has been only a restaurant for more that twenty-five years. I wonder why they never revised the sign.

It took us a long time to hitch a ride into town. After dropping her husband and son at the trailhead, Elisa offered to take us into town (six miles away).

After distributing the food pickup between the two of us, we decided to have lunch at Sal’s Pizza before returning to the trail. We had to wait outside twenty minutes for the pizzeria to open. Of course, it rained.

As we were leaving, a patron overheard us talking about getting a ride back to the trailhead. He offered to take us while his pizza cooked. Vermonters are very generous with their time.

Today’s walk was our easiest and shortest. We set up the tent at Minerva Hinchey Shelter and enjoyed a turkey dinner made of Stove Top Stuffing and deli turkey. Missed the cranberry sauce, though.

Day 13: (June 28) Greenwall Shelter

"Quaker" at Greenwall Shelter — “Quaker” at Greenwall Shelter

Cold with high winds. A tree fell just as I was walking by. Yes, when a tree falls in the woods, it makes a noise. Scared the daylights out of me.

Since there was only one other hiker, “Quaker” in the shelter, we set the tent up in it to stay warm and, hopefully, dry it enough for Dennis to patch the leak with duct tape. Glad we did because it rained all night.

Shared a coffee with “Quaker.” Nothing like a Starbucks Coffee to start the day.

It will be another tough day on the trail.

Day 12: (June 27) Big Branch Shelter

It was very cold last night and I was glad we used the tent instead of the shelter. The tent adds about ten degrees; it was 57º F inside it this morning. Even Dennis was cold last night!

We are slowing down at bit—not because of my ankle, but because the Post Office in Wallingford, VT, will be closed on Sunday and there is no lodging in town. We want to get the food box mailed there, and back on the trail.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA — Dennis toasting bagels over campfire

We stopped at Lost Pond Shelter for lunch. Dennis started a fire and toasted bagels. What a treat! “Chicago” came along, and where shared our lunch with her.

We met “What’s the Rush” carrying a huge backpack. His philosophy is to walk until you need to rest, and then rest until you can walk. Sounds about right for these two sexagenarians.

Jane climbing Baker Peak

It was almost a vertical climb up to Baker Peak—a terrifying 0.1 mile climb on slate. I shortened my hiking poles and used them to grab and pull my way up. Afraid of heights, I would not look down until I reached the top. I must admit that the view was worth the effort, but I did not spend a lot of time looking around. I think I should have been “Baker Acted” just for attempting the climb.

We arrived at Big Branch Shelter early enough to set up the tent before it rained. We piled leaves to raise the tent off the ground and let the rain water flow through without soaking into the tent. It also cushioned the sleeping pads and provided warmth. I think we will continue to use this technique in the future.

There was a Boy Scout troop at the shelter. Several of the leaders and scouts were interested in Dennis’ amateur radio setup. Of course, he was more than happy to answer questions.

Lisa (mother) and Moira (daughter) stayed in the shelter. They are attempting to hike the LT. Lisa has severe blisters, so she will take a few days off, but Moira will continue on. Hope to meet up with them soon.

Jane navigating path

With all the rain, walking is difficult. The mud “stiction” pulls on the boots, the rain-soaked clothes is heavy, and negotiating the rocks and tree roots is difficult. Did someone say hiking was fun?

It poured all night and the tent leaked. Everything is damp or wet. The stream which bubbled yesterday is roaring this morning. The rain makes it difficult to get back to hiking; but walking helps keep me warm, so off we go.

Day 11: (June 26) Peru Peak Shelter

We sat at Ms. Murphy’s eating an egg sandwich and listening to the locals chatter. Two old codgers kept everyone entertained. After breakfast we hitched a ride to the trail head with Miles, a painter and building restorer.

My new shoes are comfortable. I appreciated all the time Vincent at EMS in Manchester Center, VT spent to get me a good fit. My other shoes did not provide much support and I sprained my right ankle. I had to wrap my ankle with an Ace bandage to continue. That and the new shoes seem to help, but I am mindful of how I place my foot. Being constantly vigilant slows my pace. But, what’s the rush? I will get there when I do, and without harm, hopefully.

We stopped at Bromley Shelter for lunch and met “Proud Foot” and “McGyver.” The trail is up and down to Mad Tom Notch at 2,446 ft.

After climbing Peru Peak, I no longer have climbing Machu Picchu in Peru on my bucket list. My lungs were gasping for air at 3000 ft. elevation; I can’t imagine climbing to almost 8000 ft.

Without Dennis, I don’t think I could make this hike. He is my personal Sherpa. He carries the tent and stove. What I appreciate the most is his getting and filtering the icy cold mountain water. I have Renaud’s Syndrome, a disorder that affects blood vessels in my fingers, turning them white and painful with the cold.

Additionally, it is cold for almost July. When I stop walking, I start shivering. Even changing into dry camp clothes does not stop my quivering. Tada! Dennis to the rescue. As tired as he might be, he boils the water for our supper and cleans up the dishes, as I sit warming myself in my sleeping bag in the tent

Everyone discouraged me from bringing my sleeping bag liner and gloves, saying that I would be hiking in July. If only I had known that the evening temperatures would fall into the 40’s—way too cold for this Floridian—I would have sacrificed something else to carry the warmer objects.

We set up our tent on a platform at Peru Peak Shelter. Though others tented there that evening, they did not share the platform.

Day 10: (25 June) Sutton’s Place

Jeff from Green Mountain House dropped us off at the post office where we forwarded a couple of packaged to upcoming towns. From there, we stopped at EMS to see if the driver had returned our poles. No luck.

As we were leaving, Dennis started talking with “Proud Foot,” who was thrilled to meet the author of Three Hundred Zeroes. Since Dennis couldn’t sign his book, he signed a card for him and I took photos of the two of them.

After getting settled into our room at Sutton’s Place, we went to the Northshire Bookstore. Not only do they sell books and gifts, but they have an attached coffee shop/bakery. Dennis just had to try the maple-bacon raised doughnut. Once he sampled it, he decided it would be a one-time event.

We returned to the country inn. Dennis napped while I caught up on the blog.

Frank, the proprietor recommended Ye Old Tavern for the Early Bird Special. Lots of food for around $18. Neither of us was disappointed. Afterwards, we returned for shower an bed.

We’ll be back in the hills in the AM.