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Fitty Shrimp on the Trail

Thru-hikes & wild stories from the long path

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Central Kentucky Wildlife Refuge - Boyle County


It's been a long and brutally uncomfortable winter, much of which was spent indoors visiting family in Central Kentucky. This also provided the opportunity to follow my nephew's high school basketball team, which happens to be my alma mater. Congratulations to the Boyle County Rebels on 28 victories and advancing all the way to Kentucky's Final Four in Rupp Arena, best basketball team in our school history!

But springtime in the Bluegrass means it's time to get back outside. The hiking fix has been satisfied to some extent at a place called Central Kentucky Wildlife Refuge. The "Bluegrass" region of Kentucky refers to the rolling hills surrounding the Lexington area. On the peripheral of the Bluegrass is a range of small mountains known as "the knobs." The knobs extend from the Ohio River in Northeast Kentucky in a U-shaped line through the Daniel Boone National Forest, South Central Kentucky, and then northwesterly to the Ohio River near Louisville.

The CKWR is located in the area of the knobs that extends through Southwest Boyle County. Several miles of well-marked trails meander through meadows, past ponds, and along the banks of the North Rolling Fork. There is only one moderately strenuous trail, the Ridge Trail, which climbs a few hundred feet to the Huckleberry Ridge and then traverses three peaks. The park is lightly utilized and seems to be a bit of a hidden gem, located near the sparsely populated Forkland community. It's proven to be a nice find and I've spent several days there as of late.

After the creeks and streams recede a bit, the Sheltowee Trace through Daniel Boone National Forest awaits.














Trying this new app for my next hike to see if it works:
Where Fitty At???

Thursday, December 11, 2014

"Fitty Shrimp on the Appalachian Trail" - the Movie


I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Henry David Thoreau



So it's been a very lazy two months since returning to civilization. I've been fortunate to spend lots of time visiting with family and helping my folks celebrate their 60th anniversary.





There were thousands of hiking photos and video clips to pick through, which kept me occupied while I loafed around, allowing my worn out body to rest and recuperate. The result is a 58-minute movie, the story of my 205-day adventure on the Appalachian Trail. It was great fun piecing this together, picking the perfect background song for each segment and seeing all those faces again. No matter how many times I watch this, I'll still get a bit choked up. I'm not sure how to top the year I've just had, but I have a few ideas.. stay tuned!

Enjoy the movie!



If the embedded player does not work, here is a link to the movie...
Fitty Shrimp and Friends 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

The End of the Trail

Mission Accomplished!


Well, I did it. On Friday, October 3rd, along with a big group of hiker buddies, I reached the summit of Mt. Katahdin. Backpacking nearly 2,200 miles through 14 states in 204 days, this has been simply the most amazing experience of my life. I hope that through my blog, photos, and videos, I have inspired others to get outside... you don't have to hike 2,000 miles, but just get out there and walk. It is awesome!

A beautiful day atop Katahdin with many friends


It was not an easy climb, a 4,000 foot gain over five miles

The views surpassed anything that we had experienced

Here are some video clips strung together from the last couple hundred miles and to the conclusion:


The last few weeks of the journey featured some beautiful scenery, and for those of us who chose to not rush to finish the trail in record time, we were rewarded by spectacular colors during the peak of fall foliage in Maine.







Life after the trail... for me, it's been several weeks of doing nothing, allowing overused joints and tendons to heal. I'm not sure my achilles tendons will ever be quite the same or if the numbness in the big toes will subside. It is still strange to be back in the city, to wake up in the morning and not have to hike anywhere. But I miss my trail family, and I will always treasure the very special experiences and all the struggles we shared.

I am forever grateful to all the wonderful people who helped and supported me along the way. Without the help of friends, family, and complete strangers, it would not be possible to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. My faith in mankind is restored! And thanks to all the generous donors, we were able to meet my fundraising goal to help out my cousin.

I'm working on one last video upload, a compilation of my favorite clips and photos, to be posted in the next few weeks, while I figure out what the next adventure will be... Stay tuned!

Much love,
Fitty Shrimp

Friday, September 19, 2014

Of Moose and Maine


It's so hard to believe I've finally made it to Maine, and there are just 188 miles to the summit of Mount Katahdin! It has truly been an unbelievable journey, and I would not trade this experience for anything.

Saw my first moose the other day...

That's the mom, on the right, just coming out of the pond.
I came to the realization a couple weeks ago that I am tired, and my knees and feet hurt every day. It takes ten to twelve hours of sleep every night just to be able to get up and hike again the next day. In short, I believe I am ready for this to be over. I guess six months of living in the wilderness is enough.


The White Mountains of New Hampshire, while stunningly beautiful, were very hard on these old legs.
A Presidential Traverse from Mt. Washington
over Jefferson, Adams, and Madison

Looking back at Mt. Garfield... just, Wow!

Lakes of the Clouds Hut, one mile south of the Mt. Washington summit.

And then, once crossing into Maine, the terrain there is no more forgiving than in the Whites.

Mahoosuc Notch, one full mile of crawling over,
under, and between scrambled boulders.
Quick rest break by Ethan Pond.
Many of my fellow hikers have been skipping sections of the trail (yellow blazing), and some have determined that they cannot make it to the end of the trail before the closure of Baxter State Park on October 15th, so they've gone to Mt. Katahdin and are now hiking southbound to the point they left off (flip-flopping). Another common practice is "slackpacking," where the hiker's belongings are shuttled to a point forward on the trail to be picked up, or the hiker is shuttled to a point forward on the trail and hikes back to the point where the backpack was left. Sure, this makes things much easier, but I decided early on that I am BACKPACKING to Katahdin, carrying my 35-pound pack all the way, no matter if it takes a bit longer, a purist. I'm proud to say I have remained true to my hike!

At this point, it looks like I'll get to summit Katahdin during the first week of October with many good friends I've met along the way, which will be very special to me.

Knights of the Order of the White Blaze
I'm not sure what emotions I'll feel when I finally reach the conclusion of this journey; I'm sure there will be many. In a few days, the trail will take me into what is known as the 100-mile wilderness, a stretch just before the end where there are no towns or even road crossings. So this is likely my last update here until I get home. Thanks again to everyone who has supported me along the way and offered words of encouragement.

One thing the trail has taught me is that no goal is too great. If you have a crazy dream, just go make it happen! Here are some links to my most recent two video updates (there will be one or two more at the end of the hike!).

Video #18 - Killington, Moosilauke


Video #19 - Presidential Traverse



And, finally, a few more pictures of the amazing scenery. Happy trails, everyone!

Fitty Shrimp





Saturday, September 6, 2014

Some Hometown Love


Thanks to Kendra Peek at my hometown newspaper in Danville, Kentucky, for writing an excellent article about my journey along the Appalachian Trail. I survived the White Mountains of New Hampshire and will be crossing into Maine tomorrow for the final 300 miles.

Boyle High School grad Bramel working to complete 2,000-mile Appalachian Trail trek

By KENDRA PEEK kpeek@amnews.com | Posted: Tuesday, September 2, 2014 5:08 am
SOMEWHERE IN NEW HAMPSHIRE — A Boyle County High School graduate is working his way through the wilderness of the United States as he completes the more than 2,000 miles that make up the Appalachian Trail.
As of Tuesday, 50-year-old Kurt Bramel was in the White Mountains in New Hampshire. In his last leg of the journey, he hopes to reach the end at Mount Katahdin, Maine, this month — the ultimate deadline being Oct. 15, when Baxter State Park, the home of Mount Katahdin, closes for the season.
“In all, they say about 3,000 hikers this year have started out to do what I started out to do. Only about 20 percent will make it to the end at Mount Katahdin. I plan to be in that 20 percent,” Bramel said in a phone interview. At the time, he was in Hanover, New Hampshire, near Dartmouth College. While he had traveled about 1,700 miles at that time, the last 440 were some of the toughest terrain of the 2,185 mile hike.
“There’s so many things that can go badly,” he said. “The mountains coming up are very steep and difficult terrain.”
A 1981 Boyle graduate, Bramel has lived in Baltimore for the last 25 years or so. His interest in hiking is a relatively recent phenomenon.
“I did take up hiking around Maryland, maybe in the last couple of years. Not anything extreme, day hikes, maybe three to five miles down at the state park,” Bramel said. “Then I started doing longer hikes. Then all-day hikes, with a backpack.”
He began doing research for longer trails and discovered the Appalachian Trail passes through Maryland and that people would hike the entire trail, from one end to the other, “which seemed kind of crazy.”
“The more I started thinking about it, the more I wanted to give it a try,” Bramel said.
He started out doing weekend trips in Maryland, to see if he could handle the camping aspect, something he hadn’t done since he was a Boy Scout.
“It was completely different to me. It was kind of spooky the first couple of nights,” he said. “Now, I’ve gotten to the point where I sleep better out in my tent in the woods than I do when I’m in town — even if I’ve gotten a hotel room, I can’t sleep. I feel like I need to be out in my tent in the woods to get a good night’s rest.
“It will be a strange readjustment when this all ends, to get back to the normal routine.”
He went on a few experimental weekends in the fall and winter months.
“It was pretty cold. One of the weekends that I chose to try an experimental backpacking trip, there was actually about four inches of snow on the trail throughout the mountain. I did OK with it,” he said. “I figured if I could be OK in those extreme conditions, that I could probably handle anything the trail would throw at me.”
When Bramel committed to do the trail, he went in February and spent the weekend hiking the portion closest to him, to prepare and to give himself a break later on.
“It takes about six months for the average person to complete this. I thought there would be no better time than this year to do it. So, at age 50, I drove down to Danville and met up with my family,” Bramel said. 
From there, his brother Steve took him to Amicalola State Park in Georgia. The Appalachian Trail actually begins at Springer Mountain, but there’s an eight-mile approach trail that starts at Amicalola State Park.
“A lot of hikers will drop out before they even reach (Springer) Mountain, because they haven’t prepared well enough,” he said.
The culture on the trail is different, Bramel explained. Although most hikers start out on their own, as he did, they don’t stay that way for long. With everyone working toward the same goal and facing the same struggles, it’s easy to become part of a group of hikers. Bramel has joined up with others, and the pack has become known as the Highway Shrimp Gang. In the same nature, “out here, we really don’t know anybody’s real name.” He has become known as Fitty Shrimp and others in the group have taken on similar, shrimp-related names.
For those who started in a group, Bramel said, it was common to see the numbers slowly dwindling down over time.
“At this time, you don’t see more than three or four people in a group,” he said.
“I’ve kind of been with the same people on and off since way back, the first of April. I still from time to time see people who I met way back in March, even. They just kind of show up on the trail and it’s like, kind of shocking, ‘I haven’t seen you for three months or four months.’ It’s great to see people out here, because you just don’t know who got hurt or who gave up and went home until you bump into them again.”
It isn’t uncommon to face injuries on the trail. Bramel himself suffered from shin splints early on, which can be difficult for someone attempting to walk all day. It was then that he and his group decided to take a “zero day,” which is a day that they stop and rest — a good decision, Bramel explained in his blog, kurtshikingadventures.blogspot.com.
They’ve learned along the way, he said.
“Early on in the hike, everything is a challenge, and there are a lot of mistakes that are made. I’ve learned you kind of figure it out as you go,” Bramel said. “You just make mistakes, learn from them, make adjustments. After a month or two of everything, it was so odd at first, it just becomes second nature.”
Encounters with bears, rattlesnakes and rodents have all become normal parts of the hike.
“Things that would really freak you out if you’ve never been exposed to it — it’s not a big deal anymore; you come to expect anything,” he said.
“I guess being out and doing this on foot, you really see how beautiful this country is. I’ll never forget all the sights that I’ve come across,” Bramel said. “Every day, the trail brings some amazing views and features.
“I’ll never take that for granted. If it’s a quarter of a mile to go to a scenic overlook off a trail, I’ll always go and look at it. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the opportunity to do this again, so I’m not going to let those chances go by.”
Bramel also has learned how wonderful people can be. The Appalachian Trail, which runs through 14 states, is cared for largely by volunteers.
“It’s quite an operation.
“Even for people who really aren’t able to come out and do critical work on the trail, a lot of people will just come out and support hikers — set up a tailgate party with burgers and hotdogs, or they’ll leave an anonymous cooler of cold soft drinks at a trailhead somewhere. We call it trail magic when we come into a situation like that,” he said.
“It’s really quite the scene out here. One thing that this has taught me, it’s made me realize that most people are really, really good. A few people are really extraordinary. I’ve just been really lucky to meet so many of them.”
Besides the supporters on the trail, Bramel is incredibly grateful for the support of friends and family. His motivation for hiking the Appalachian Trail wasn’t just to satisfy his curiosity. Bramel is also using it to raise money for his cousin, Rich Jeanette, who is waiting for a kidney transplant.
“I saw that some of his friends in Fremont, Ohio, had been doing fundraisers fro him to help support him when he has this procedure,” he said. “It just hit me, this was a way that I could help.”
So, Bramel created a GoFundMe page, called “A Kidney for my Cousin.”
“Whenever I would update my blog or make a Facebook update, I would try to mention that I’m trying to help my cousin with some upcoming expenses,” he said. “People just started donating — people who don’t even know Rich. There were a lot of generous people who kicked in.”
Out of everyone, Bramel said, his parents have probably been his greatest fans.
“My mom was pretty skeptical at first about this. Then I think her skepticism turned to panic when she realized that I was really going to do this,” he said. 
Bramel has enlisted the help of his mother, Sharon, sending her gear when the weather became too warm for it and having her send the gear back when it turned cold again. “I just got five pounds of gear from my mom yesterday, along with some peanut butter cookies. That was pretty awesome.
“She has been my No. 1 trail angel.”
To keep up with Bramel’s travels, his mom uses a 48-inch map of the Appalachian Trail, which she dates when he calls.
“She might not admit it,” Bramel said, “but I believe if I didn’t make it to the end of this, she would be as disappointed as I would be about it.”
As he nears the end of his journey on what Bramel calls “an American jewel,” he shared that his perspective has changed while on the trail.
“Things that used to seem important are not as important as figuring out where you’re going to get your next food supply and where the drinking water is going to come from — if a spring is safe for drinking or not.”
While spending about six months hiking part of the American Wilderness might seem crazy, Bramel said he doesn’t regret the decision at all.
“If I’m crazy, there’s a whole lot of crazies out here with me,” he said.

Follow Kendra Peek on Twitter, @knpeek.

SO YOU KNOW
 
To follow the rest of
Kurt Bramel’s hike, visit
kurtshikingadventures.blogspot.com. 

Information about the Appalachian Trail can be found at:

Thursday, August 14, 2014

In The Homestretch!

"Winner, winner, pizza dinner!"

Last night, I spent a rainy evening in a Rutland, Vermont hiker hostel. As the day progressed, more and more hikers came off the trail, hitched the nine miles into town and checked in. In all, about 40 of us stayed, way too many to get a good night's sleep. But many familiar faces appeared, making it all well worth while. I had not seen Smurf and Smokey the Beard since Kent, CT. And others friends I lost touch with over three months ago, Sloth, Southbound, and Marathon, finally caught up after apparently having been on my heels for several weeks. It would be great to summit Mt. Katahdin with these folks in a few weeks, but it's tough to predict who will be there when that magical day arrives.
View from Baker Peak
     
My best sleep happens in my tent in the still of the forest, and I love finding a secluded spot with a scenic overlook or a rushing brook nearby. A couple nights ago,I set up camp late near a stream and elected to keep my food bag in my tent. It was getting dark and I was feeling tired and lazy. I went right to sleep. An hour later, I awoke startled as something scurried across my face. I found my headlamp and shined it on a mouse running all about the inside of my tent in a panic. I unzipped the mesh opening and chased the critter out. Then I found the hole chewed through the mesh. As a light sleeper, I normally would have heard this going on, but the sound of the rushing water allowed the mouse to do its work without being noticed. I found the patch kit I'd bought for just this occasion and affixed the clear adhesive over the hole on the inside and outside and went back to sleep, no big deal. 

My hiking experience, for the most part, is unplugged and disconnected, just me and the mountains. But many of the younger hikers like to listen to IPod tunes and even watch downloaded movies and programming on smart phones at camp. I have noticed that upon reaching a spot with a stunning view high on a mountain, some of us older coots just stop to take it all in, while the twenty-somethings check to see if they have a phone signal, 3G or 4G or whatever G. Such is the case with a young lady named Simba. She and Bluebird have been hiking together for a while now, and both have been in my "hiker bubble" since the Smokey Mountains. When I reached the summit of Killington Peak this week, Simba was fiddling around on her phone. I offered up, and she accepted, the "Simba No-Tech Challenge." For one week, she will put all of her gadgets away and hike like it's 1980. In exchange, if she succeeds, she wins a pizza party on her 20th birthday next week in Lincoln, NH. It will be fun to see how she deals with this and whether or not she can do it. I personally like it this way, but I am from a much different era.
Bluebird and Simba
 
With less than 500 miles remaining on this incredible journey, many of us are struggling with the reality that we will soon be thrown back into civilization. But there is still plenty of time for many more memories to be made, and the most amazing parts of the Appalchian Trail still await us.

Thanks again to everybody who has been following along. Your words of encouragement are much appreciated!

Happy Trails!

Fitty Shrimp

P.S. A few pics. Enjoy!

  Beautiful pond by Mt. Greylock
     

Loving Vermont!
     

Mosquito-chusetts
       

Hiker break