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Monday, April 21, 2014

Trail Updates: Smoky Mountains to Hot Springs


The best way to see America is on foot. If you can, get outside and walk. It is awesome.

I have completed 275 miles of my journey. I've met many amazing people and seen so many incredible things. There is no way to capture and share the magnitude of this adventure here or on my video blog.

This week's goal is 70 miles to Erwin, Tennessee by Friday evening. Here's a quick recap before I get out of the Hot Springs Public Library and back up the mountain:

Spring is trying so hard to burst through the forest floor.


High up on Rocky Top in the Smokies.

Stunning vistas from Mt. Buckley in the Smokies.

Hanging with fellow hikers at Newfound Gap, where I was met by Mom and Dad.

My parents drove in to sponsor Smurf, Smokey the Beard, and me in Gatlinburg!

A late blast of winter added made for some spectacular scenery.

Trail magic after a 20 mile day. Thanks Cackles and the Sunshine Gang for the good times!
R to L: Hat Trick, Beans, Smurf, Cackles, me (Fitty Shrimp), Easy Rider, and Smokey the Beard.

Several of us cooked up Easter brunch at the Laughing Heart Hostel in Hot Springs.

An Easter lunch of pork BBQ was provided for about 45 hikers in Hot Springs.

So true!


Happy trails, everyone!

"Fitty Shrimp"

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Wow, what a magical ride!


For about 2 weeks, I was slowed by some painful shin splints. That has passed, and it seems that the trail legs have arrived in time to crush out some bigger days, 10-15 miles or more.

Lately, a new twist has been calling me off the trail - the unlikely run of my beloved Kentucky Wildcats to the championship game. Yesterday, I was on a mission to hike 21 miles to Fontana Dam in hopes of finding a TV in time for the semi-final game against the Wisconsin Badgers. Just before noon, with 14 miles to go, I stopped at the highway at Stecoah Gap to study my map. About that time, a kayak enthusiast named Matt parked his car and approached the table for a quick lunch of salmon and crackers. He was meeting some buddies to kayak the Stecoah Creek, as the dam was being released. When I explained my dilemma, Matt offered to drive me 8 miles to Robbinsville where there were a couple motels. Figuring it was fate, I agreed to this plan, bailing out of a perfect hiking day to watch the 'Cats play. I watched somewhat nervously as Matt opened a can of salmon with a hatchet. Then we proceeded into town. Matt was familiar with my hometown of Danville and had gone to college in nearby Berea... Great guy. Thanks for the lift, Matt!

So glad I got to watch that epic game, a 1-point win by U.K.! I guess I'll try to book a room near Fontana for the championship game Monday. We're expecting lots of rain that day anyway.

When my brother Steve dropped me off in the Georgia mountains last month, he gave me a "Go 'Cats" towel, which I told him I would take with me to Maine. We are now convinced the towel holds some kind of magical powers that have propelled U.K. to the brink of a 9th title. It's crazy, I know. But each time I post a picture with the towel, the 'Cats have won, so I don't intend to leave it to chance.

On a sad note, more people are dropping off the trail. I met LoJack about a week ago. Initially, I was turned off by his boisterous Boston accent, but then I found him to be a genuinely good person. He has overcome many obstacles in his life, not the least of which is a reattached arm in which he has no feeling. LoJack was out here chasing a dream when he was notified that his terminally ill brother had taken a turn for the worse. Maybe LoJack will be back this year or try again next year. I've found that the trail is a microcosm of life in that people enter your world for an unspecified period of time, and then they are gone. You like to think you will get together or keep in touch, but there are no guarantees. If you do, then it is a joyous reunion. Thoughts with you and your family, LoJack.

I'm looking forward to hiking through the Great Smokey Mountains over the next week. Feeling healthy and having fun!

Happy trails!
-Fitty Shrimp






Tuesday, April 1, 2014

It's The Smiles, Not The Miles

Good times in Franklin, North Carolina

Today is Tuesday April 1st, day 20 of my hike. Yesterday, after finishing at the coin laundry and picking up a care package from Mom and Dad at the Franklin NC post office, my friends pulled me into my second "zero day." My leg is still pretty tender after battling shin splints for the past 10 days, so it was probably smart to rest it.

I fully expected to be much further along by now. But I have to remind myself that I have no deadlines except to summit Mt. Katahdin, Maine by October 15th, the day it is closed for the season. Former successful thru-hikers will advise us to take it easy the first few weeks until we get our "trail legs."

Yesterday's, I met Isaac, a hiker from Portland, Oregon. He started a full week before me but has come off the trail twice after rolling his ankle. He was ready to quit and get a flight home. But the rule on the trail is, never make the decision to throw in the towel when it's a bad day. After a couple days in town and words of encouragement from fellow hikers, he told us last night at a Mexican restaurant that he is ready to give it another shot. His travel mates are now well ahead of him, but it doesn't matter. There is no easier place to make friends than here on the trail, where everyone is battling the same obstacles.

When I start back at Rock Gap today, my crew will be dropped off about 20 miles behind me after coming off on Friday to meet family and significant others who had traveled to Franklin. They have assured me they will catch up, but it will feel strange going at it without the rest of the "Highway Shrimp," as we've come to be known.

There have been many great times with so many new friends. The hiking has kind of been secondary. But it might be time to pick up the pace and get more focused. We'll see what happens.

Cheers!

"Fitty Shrimp"








Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Trail Family and a Much Needed Zero Day

A box of dehydrated shrimp and rice at the trailhead changed everything

Today is Day 13 on the Appalachian Trail, and my first "Zero Day." A zero is when a hiker chooses to not make any forward progress on the trail. I started getting shinsplints in my right leg on about Day 9, and the last two days were pretty brutal. When I suggested a zero to my travel partners, it was a pretty easy sell, since the temps are forecast to be in the teens overnight with strong winds. We got checked into the Holiday Inn around noon, and beat the rush of hikers who will try to get off the trail as the temperature plummets this afternoon. We've had a few nice days, but overall, the weather has not been so great.

Day 3 was one of the few nice days

People thought I was crazy for hiking the Appalachian Trail solo, but I assured them that I would meet cool people along the way. I had no idea that my trail family would consist of the very first groups I met on the approach trail up to Springer Mountain on Day 1. I stumbled upon Josh and his sister Alex, along with their friend Joe just long enough to say "hello." Joe would only be joining them the first few days and then heading home to Athens, Georgia. At Springer, I asked Morgan and Adam, from Charleston, SC, to snap my picture at the official start of the A.T. 

A couple days later, we all ended up camping near Gooch Mountain Shelter. Someone delivered word of a St. Patty's party at Gooch Gap, a mile and a half away. Both groups I had met came and asked if I wanted to go. The prospect of hiking down the mountain in the dark for free beer and then back up again did not excite me near as much as it did these twenty-somethings. I asked Adam and Morgan to bring me back one beer.  Half hour later, I had pretty much the same conversation with Josh, Alex, and Joe. I went to sleep around 9pm, wondering what shenanigans would be in store for later that night.

Sometime after 11pm, the whole bunch of them, plus a few other folks, made a very noisy arrival at my tent, after mistakenly going to the wrong tent. I came out with my head lamp, and gazed at six beers lined up. Then I listened to everyone's account of what they went through to find this party and then smuggle beers out on my account... they were "on a mission." It was a great feeling. These folks have been my trail family ever since, and it's been a long time since I laughed this hard for this long.

Late-night beer party in front of my tent


On most days, we've literally been hiking in the clouds


Hanging with Alex

My boys, Josh, Morgan, and Adam

As we came down Blue Mountain into Unicoy Gap last week, we noticed a box near the highway. It was full of food provisions left by a hiker who obviously packed way to much food weight, or possibly whose dream of hiking the A.T. came to a crushing end after underestimating the toll it would take. We helped ourselves to pretty much all of the food. One item was a bag of a dehydrated shrimp and rice concoction. We tried to prepare it and eat it, but it was too disgusting. A guy who camped with us that evening named Tony labeled us the "Highway Shrimp Gang," and the name has stuck. We've been leaving our mark on the shelter log books along the trail, and we've been taking on shrimp related rap names; I'm "Fitty Shrimp," Morgan is "Shrimp Bizkit," Alex is "Lil Shrim," and so on.

Our group is known on the trail as the "Highway Shrimp"

Morgan is quite the sketch artist and leaves our mark on the shelter logs.

"Get Shrimp or Die Tryin'"

The "Rooster Gang" and Barefoot Jake enjoying dinner at Big Gap Shelter

Thanks to John and Mary Leigh for the delicious meals!

I'm hoping the pain in my shin is okay for tomorrow. We want to make it to Franklin, NC by Friday for the Kentucky hoops game in the Sweet 16, but it's about 40 miles away. The pace has been slow, by design, and nobody in my group is in any kind of hurry. We have seen a lot of the quick starters who thought this was a race already hobbled by injuries and having to take several days off the trail. 

Overall, I'm having a truly great experience out here! Thanks for all of your cheers and well wishes, it really helps a lot!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Mud, Snot Rockets, and Such

The first week on the trail has been about adjusting. Not just to the rigors of walking up and down mountains for many hours a day, but also to becoming comfortable living in one's own filth. There have been 2 nice but cold days, 1 perfect day, and the last 3 days have been mostly cold, rainy, and miserable. Everything is wet, muddy, and stinky. I've managed to grab 2 showers so far on nights when the weather was so bad that my posse decided to pay for a bunk in a hiker hostel, and even did laundry once (wore the exact same clothes for 4 days). Putting on the same muddy shoes and pants every day is becoming routine.

I used to be completely disgusted when someone would blow a snot rocket. Lately, I find myself doing it at least a couple dozen times a day, the chilly mountain air working it's magic. But it takes time to perfect this skill, and there have been some epic fails. I have a very fun group of hiking mates, and we were commiserating about this earlier today while summiting Blood Mountain.

With each passing day, the mountains become a little less difficult to conquer, as lungs, joints, and muscles gradually adapt. But already, word spreads along the trail about hikers dropping out, Tyler back to Massachusetts, Sonya home to Indiana. It's sad, kind of like reading the obituaries. But my mindset is good, I'm meeting some amazing people, and laughing harder than I can remember. Physically, it' harder than I had imagined, like the hardest workouts I've ever tried, several times a day, every day. But I have no blisters, no injuries or chronic aches, and finally catching my breath. By this weekend, we should be crossing into North Carolina.

I need to write about our St. Patty's festivities, our bear canister experience, the kindness and generosity of total strangers, and the fellowship between all of us hiking the trail. But that will have to wait for later, because it's 9pm - hiker bed time.

Until next time, happy trails!




Tuesday, March 11, 2014

All About Family

After leaving Baltimore on Friday, I drove to Kentucky to spend a few days visiting with my folks and my family before beginning my hike. We had a nice get together on Sunday, a "send-off" as my mother called it, a "wake" as my brother Steve called it. Whatever, it was great to have this group together for the first time in WAY TOO LONG.
My AWESOME family in Kentucky
The adventure begins on Thursday of this week.  Steve, being the great brother he is, has volunteered to drive me five hours to Amicalola Falls State Park, Georgia. From there, I will hike eight miles up the approach trail to Springer Mountain, which is where the Appalachian Trail actually begins.  Why they cannot just move the official starting point to the spot where the approach trail begins, I'll never know.

Mom's panic level has been downgraded to Code Orange after reading at least three books written by former Appalachian Trail hikers who for some very odd reason did not die during their hikes. Also, I got her this huge map to hang on the door so she can follow my progress via post cards and snail mail. Dare we tell her about the internet?... hmmm.



I cannot overstate my level of appreciation for how fortunate I am to have the good health required to be able to attempt this feat. I have a cousin in Ohio who would love to do something like this, but due to a multitude of health issues, it's not possible.

Richard Jeanette is awaiting a kidney and pancreas transplant. He has continued to work and has remained positive and upbeat, an inspiration to all who know him. Rich's wide network of friends have been busy organizing fund raising events to assist him financially with his mounting out-of-pocket medical expenses and anticipated lost wages. So I have decided to join in their efforts and hike on behalf of Rich.

For all of you who have said, "Kurt, how can I help you on your adventure?", well, here's how... 
Rich Jeanette
Please take a quick moment to click on my sponsorship page. Just a penny per mile will jack up my level of motivation on those really bad days, and if 100 people help out, we'll have raised over $2,000 to help Rich.

A Kidney for my Cousin


Rich's Dad, Bob Jeanette (right) and my Grandpa Joe Jeanette (left) were brothers from Bettsville, Ohio
The weather on the trail will be pretty chilly for the first few days. I don't expect to have access to wifi for updates until sometime next week. Until then, Happy Trails!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Maryland Section Hike: I-70 to Raven Rock

The Appalachian Trail passes through 14 states. Before leaving for Georgia next month, I plan to have Maryland knocked out. That way, I can take a break from the trail in a few months to come home and check on my house, do some yard work, and maybe take in an Orioles game, before jumping back on the trail at the Mason-Dixon Line. To test all the new gear I've been acquiring, I'm doing some "section hikes" through the 41 miles of the A.T. that meander along the ridge of South Mountain from the Potomac River at Harper's Ferry north through Maryland.

It's always a good idea to leave an itinerary behind...


I taped my itinerary to the fridge. While I was away, my neighbor found a sharpie and added some commentary, most of which was spot on... Very funny, Eric!
After the second "polar vortex" of the season, and another bout with cabin fever, the weather forecast for the last weekend of January called for temps climbing into the 50's. So off to the mountains I went! The plan? Start from the I-70 trail head at Route 40 on Friday morning, hike 14 miles, and camp at Raven Rock Shelter. Wake up early Saturday, hike 5 miles to the Pennsylvania state line, and then 10 more miles back southbound to Ensign Cowell Shelter. On Sunday, hike nine miles back to the car and drive home in time for the Superbowl. 38 miles in three days? Maybe a little bit aggressive.





I was surprised to find a lot of snow on the mountain from the prior week's storm. Instead of bailing out, I decided it would be good practice to hike in cold and snowy conditions. Probably not my smartest decision, but most good stories actually arise from bad decisions.



Hiking in the snow makes for some slow going. What the F was I thinking? Fortunately, I was testing out a pair of Leki Corklite trekking poles for the first time, and I'm not sure it would have been possible to safely navigate some of the slippery slopes without them. I made it nine miles to Ensign Cowell shelter, five miles short of my day one goal. But with only a couple hours of daylight remaining, and rapidly dropping temps, I decided to stay put.

The next challenge would be finding dry wood to get a fire started.  My feet were wet (trail runner shoes), and they were getting cold once the hiking stopped.  Luckily, I got a fire going and dried out my socks and shoes.  And I had an extra pair of wool socks in my backpack... good call! After a couple hours of stoking the fire, watching the stars, and ripping off a few songs on the uke, I called it a night.  It might have been only 8pm, who knows?


I boiled two pots of snow, one for cooking a pasta dish and hot chocolate, and the other to fill a hot water bottle for the foot of my sleeping bag. Trail runner shoes, like these from The North Face, are maybe not the greatest for hiking in snow, but many hikers prefer them because they dry quickly.
This was my first night ever sleeping in a shelter rather than a tent. Pitching a tent on top of snow just seemed silly. But the shelter is basically just a roof and does nothing to keep the cold out. My sleeping bag is rated to 20 degrees Fahrenheit. On this night, it would be tested, as the temps on the mountain dipped to 22 degrees. I wore a microfleece wrap and my winter hat while in my sack, and I stayed warm and cozy, except for my nose and one cheek. The sleeping bag with body heat can serve as a makeshift dryer; put damp socks, gloves, and any other articles in there, and they'll be dry and warm in the morning time!
Sleeping outside in the dead of winter sucks, unless of course you have a Kelty Ignite 20 DriDown sleeping bag and a Therm-a-Rest NeoAir X Therm sleeping pad!

After a delicious breakfast of hot chocolate and some trail mix, and warding off those thoughts of heading back south to my car, I began day two of my weekend adventure. The revised plan? Push northward to the Raven Rock Shelter for lunch, and then decide what to do from there. I stopped along the way to get some water out of a spring. After an hour or so, I met a southbound thru-hiker known as "ManCub." He is hiking from Canada/Vermont to his home state of Georgia during the coldest winter in anyone's memory. Crazy kid. But he has a pretty cool blog that I checked out, called Walk Outside. I hope to run into him again later on in Georgia or North Carolina.




I arrived at the Raven Rock shelter for lunch and fired up some oatmeal with sunflower kernels and dried cranberries. I talked to a trail volunteer named Chris, who was checking on some damage where somebody charred the three year old shelter's floor with what appeared to be a spilled alcohol-burning stove. I also chatted with Ben, who was trail name "Stretch" during his thru-hike a dozen or so years ago, now just out for a nice Saturday afternoon on the mountain away from the family. It got to be after 2pm, and I was still five miles south of the state line. With nowhere to camp up there, and a solid five hour hike there and back, and with the highest point on the A.T. in Maryland in between, I decided to head back south, saving that northernmost section for another day. I would spend a second night in the Ensign Cowell shelter and then have plenty of time to get to my car and home for Superbowl.

It was during the hike back to the shelter that I realized that (1) I was already starving just 90 minutes after lunch (hiking burns lots and lots of calories!), and (2) the backpack I was using, on loan from my neighbor (thanks Craig!), did not fit me properly, was too heavy, and was causing muscle aches in my shoulders. I had to stop every 45 minutes or so to stretch and readjust. Yep, I would have to pony up for a new pack soon. Cha-ching!

Arriving at the shelter just before dark, I chatted with its only occupant, a Navy guy named Matt from California, now living in Severna Park, Maryland. I fixed some mashed potatoes with tuna, and crawled into my sack, feeling cold and exhausted. Matt had hung a hammock, and he did the same. It was lights out at 7:30 pm. So goes the life of a thru-hiker, and now we see why 9pm is known as "hiker's midnight."

Matt and I had both parked at the Route 40 trail head, so we hiked the nine miles back toward our cars on Sunday. The warm weather that had been promised finally arrived, and the snow on the trail turned into a muddy slop. Still, we were making pretty good time, so we made a brief lunch stop at Annapolis Rocks to enjoy the views. Matt wanted to stay another night at the Pine Knob shelter near I-70. The forecast was calling for rain that night changing to snow, maybe five inches, and he wanted to camp in the storm. This did not interest me nearly as much as drinking beer and watching football from my couch. But I stopped to check out the shelter, where we met Earl, the volunteer caretaker of the shelter who does a great job. We thanked Earl for keeping things nice for hikers, and then we all parted ways.

Now, I had been eating granola bars all day, but I had on my mind that McDonald's in Myersville right before the interstate. Hiker food just does not satisfy hiker appetite, so I pulled into the drive-thru and plowed through three McDoubles and a large Coke in no time. Then it was back to Baltimore, with plenty of time to spare before kickoff!
Annapolis Rocks on Superbowl Sunday, with a brand new set of Leki Corklite trekking poles.



Saturday, February 15, 2014

"Selfie" Sketch

My hike will be old school. There will be no electronics or gadgets, except my phone, which will be turned on once in a while to check for important messages. So for entertainment, I'm taking a ukulele (thanks Scott!) and a journal book and pencils to chronicle my adventures and to doodle in. Here's my "selfie" sketch. Trying to figure out how to draw a bear next!

Preparing for a 2,185 mile hike...


Last summer, I somehow got the idea in my head to hike the Appalachian Trail, all 2,185 miles of it, from the North Georgia mountains to Maine. I'm not quite sure how or why this thought came to me. Since then, I have gone on a number of "practice hikes," once a week or so, in all kinds of weather, usually between 8 and 14 miles, just to see if this would be physically possible.

This is a video created from footage of a day hike at Gambrill State Park just west of Frederick, Maryland. A passion for nature and the outdoors seems to be one of the driving forces leading me to want to live outside in the wilderness for about six months beginning sometime in March.


Shelter on the Appalachian Trail

With the incredible amount of energy expended while hiking up and down mountains for ten or twenty miles a day with thirty pounds on one’s back, a good night’s sleep is very important for a successful long-distance backpacking adventure. Hikers on the Appalachian Trail have a number of options for overnight accommodations, with varying levels of cost and comfort. The decision on where to stay is based on a number of factors, including budget, convenience, weather forecasts, resupply requirements, laundry concerns, and medical situations, just to name a few.

Most nights are spent in or near one of the free shelters built every ten to fifteen miles along the trail. These are somewhat rough, cabin-like structures built by the various volunteer groups who maintain sections of the trail. Some shelters are newer and nicer than others, but a typical shelter has three walls and a roof and can accommodate anywhere from four to twelve hikers on a “first come” basis. Savvy hikers will be prepared with a supply of ear plugs to guard against chatty shelter mates and heavy snorers. One of a hiker’s greatest adjustments is to get comfortable sleeping shoulder to shoulder alongside people who you perhaps just met and who also haven’t bathed in a number of days or even weeks.

I spent a couple very cold nights in this Maryland shelter recently during a 28-mile Superbowl weekend hike through the snow.  There are six very well maintained shelters along the 41-mile Maryland section of the trail.

Each shelter has a privy nearby, where one can take care of business without having to dig a hole in the woods.


In the Great Smokey Mountains National Park and in a few other areas, hikers are required to use the shelter houses, as opposed to pitching a tent and possibly disturbing the land, unless the shelter is full. But either by choice or necessity, hikers will spend many nights in a small and lightweight backpacking tent, usually designed to sleep just one person. Tent pads are laid out near the shelter houses, so campers can still enjoy the comradery and benefits the shelter offers, such use of the campfire, picnic table, and the “privy,” while having some of the privacy lacking in the group sleeping arrangement of the shelter house. The downside of tent camping is the time and energy required to set up camp after a long day of hiking, and the breakdown of the camp the following morning.   Gaining in popularity, hammock camping is a sleeping system strung between two trees and covered by a tarp hung over a guideline, which provides the hiker with the flexibility of camping almost anywhere even when there is no flat and smooth surface.

For my trip, I have invested in the Hubba 1, a one-man tent made by MSR. It weighs a little over three pounds, including the mesh enclosure with waterproof basin, rain fly that covers the mesh compartment, six aluminum stakes, and an aluminum pole assembly inter-connected by an elastic band. It takes less the five minutes to set up and break down. It has just enough room inside for my sleeping pad and sleeping bag, with a bit of space at the foot and head for storage, and more space outside the zipped area under the rain fly for storage of muddy shoes and the like. It’s tight, but cozy.
"Home, sweet home?"

Most thru-hikers on the A.T. find it necessary to come out of the woods once in a while to sleep in an actual bed and rediscover modern conveniences. Some residents of the trail towns have converted their homes into hostels. For a nominal fee, usually between fifteen and thirty dollars a night, hikers can get a ride into town, a shower, dinner, access to computer and internet, a bed or cot, laundry, breakfast, transportation to the store for resupply, and a ride back to the trail head. Hostel owners are said to be some of the friendliest and most helpful people hikers will meet during their adventure, and many hostel operators were also thru-hikers at one time.

The most expensive option is a motel room. To minimize costs, hikers will often share the expenses of a room between three or four people. Inn operators in the towns near the trail understand the needs of the hikers, who comprise a significant amount of their business during the hiking season. So a room full of gear strung out to dry, tents, sleeping bags, muddy shoes, etc., is to be expected. After getting situated and showered, a group of famished hikers will typically find a place where they can binge on huge amounts of food at reasonable prices, with pizza and all-you-can-eat buffets being the top choices.

Shelters and hostels are the places where friendships are forged and trail families are created. A northbound A.T. thru-hiker becomes part of what is known as a “hiker bubble,” the dozens of adventurers who depart from Springer Mountain, Georgia within a few days before or after one another. Familiar faces, most becoming scruffier and more drawn along the way, will surface from time to time as hikers “leapfrog” one another over the weeks and months onward to Maine.
After surviving a rainy night in mid-January on this ridge above the Rocky Run shelter, I decided to build a fire and stay a second night.