On My Own

The second half of my journey started out foggy and wet. I'm being drizzled on by the leftovers from last night's rain getting blown off the leaves above me.

I wonder what the next three months will be like. What will I see and do? Who will I meet? It will undoubtably be different than the previous three months, because I've come to realize the experience of hiking the AT isn't formed by the wilderness or the seemingly endless miles of trail, but by the people you meet. I'm incredibly sad that my friends are gone, but also excited by the unknowns ahead.

Thumper Going Home

Due to lack of funds, Thumper has decided to go back home to Kentucky.  She didn't leave unhappy though. She got on the bus excited that she'd soon be seeing her family again after three long months in the Appalachian mountains.  I met her and her sister (Sixgun Wild) on day two of my trip, so it's hard to imagine the AT without them.  I've never been closer to people I've only known for three months. We had a hell of a time and a lot of laughs. They were a huge part in making this trip the best time of my life.  I don't even want to think about how this trip would have been different if our paths didn't meet.

I will miss you both so much!  I know we'll see each other again. You are family now.  Please don't forget to call or send me the occasional text.




  
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Trailside Zoo

We saw our first bears today, at the Trailside Zoo. Thumper showed no fear and even found the courage to taunt them (pictured). "S'up brah? Whatcha gonna do?" she said fearlessly, even as they sniffed the air at our food bags from inside their spiked iron cage.

The zoo on the AT had fewer exhibits than I imagined, but it was much nicer than expected and beautifully maintained. As was the whole Bear Mountain State Park. As beautiful as this area is, it seems a bit like wilderness for people that don't really like real wilderness. The graded trail of meticulously carved stone steps took us to the Bear Mountain summit where vending machines kept soda and water at just the right temperature to quench your thirst, without having to rely on streams like some wild animal. You can still see wildlife of course, properly caged for easy viewing and safety.

Anyway, we climbed to the top of the tower on the summit where we are sleeping for the night. Sssh, don't tell anyone. I'm quite sure this isn't allowed.

From Bear Mountain Bridge

This picture was taken yesterday from Bear Mountain bridge. Just passed the bridge, the AT goes through the Trailside Museum and Zoo. It's a small zoo with only native species, but I've been kind of excited about it for days. We spend so much time in the woods that I look forward to anything out of the ordinary.

The night before this we hiked until 11 PM just for the promise of a 24-hour convenience store with soda and junk food. I would say we were drawn to this gas station paradise like our own kind of Mecca, but as I told Thumper, "Actually no, this will be so much better than Mecca. They have soda." I couldn't have been more right. They sold a damn-fine Philly cheesesteak sandwich and had the nicest gas station restroom in the state, hands down.

Since the zoo was about to close, we decided to go into town and see it in the morning. Plus town had beds and a shower, and as much as I love living in the woods, I was really looking forward to not smelling like a corn chip's foot anymore. That required two showers.

Dover Oak Tree

This is the largest tree on the trail at 20' 4" around. It is estimated to be over 300 years old... In other news, poor Sixgun got the Giardia. She was feeling really sick for days and decided to go back home. Who can blame her, Giardia does not make for a fun time in the woods. We decided to meet at the AT train station on Saturday and take the 2 hour train to Grand Central Station in NYC. We hung out in the city all night, slept for 30 minutes the next morning in Battery Park near some hobos, then said our goodbyes at the port authority bus terminal. I'll admit it.. there wasn't a dry eye between us. We will miss her so much. Thumper and I are back on the trail now, nearing Stormville, NY, going for a 20 mile day in the rain.

Hope you are feeling better Sixgun!

Great Falls

This crappy cell phone camera will never do the falls justice. It's hard to tell from the picture that I'm standing maybe 60-70 feet over it. I didn't know this would be here until I heard it. That, as much as anything, is what makes a long distance thru-hike better than a typical weekend or week-long getaway. You don't set out to see a waterfall, you just unknowingly happen upon them and so appreciate them so much more. Life is better unplanned. You wake with a sense of wonder every morning.

A Dry Spot To Blog Out of the Rain

My shelter from the rain. Nothing blog worthy has happened for a couple days, but not a day goes by that I don't at least learn something new. Example: Bees, if they so choose, can be real assholes. Sure I've seen My Girl, but always gave them the benefit of the doubt. I swatted at one for getting all up in my fig newtons. He went away, but must have been letting that fester in his tiny asshole brain cause he got angry and came back. He went for my neck. As I instinctivly protected my jugular by swatting again, the asshole stings my finger. I thought, at least I'll have the last laugh cause don't they die shortly after. "I hope it was worth it asshole!" I yelled. You know what that asshole did next? He got some friends. I didn't stick around for them to sync into a giant arrow like on cartoons and chase me into a lake. I grabbed my pack, then got stung in the thigh and under my arm, then ran off swatting like that crazy sprinkler in Peewee Herman's front yard. You know the one.

Home Sweet Home

That is my home from last night. If I can constantly hike away from cold weather this is all I'd ever need. It's a nice thought. I'm heading toward Great Barrington this morning. I may go into town for a little while and get into CT tomorrow instead of tonight. Mostly because you never really know what will happen when you wander into an unfamiliar town. Maybe I'll meet Kenny Rogers at an all you can eat Chinese buffet. Shut up, you don't know. It could happen and it could be life changing.

Full Moon 2

I heard it was tradition to moon the traffic from the US 20 bridge. If I heard that wrong, I just started the tradition tonight. There is a full moon tonight, but I'm pretty sure to the dozen cars that passed under the bridge with their headlights on, my white ass was the brightest thing in the sky tonight.