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July
16, 1983 Saturday (1006 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
The
trail dipped into the valley between Sharp Mountain and Second Mountain,
crossing the later in a gap along the ridge, and then descended
toward a small grocery store in a spread out, small town called
Green Point. We had only traveled four miles this morning before
arriving at the store, but since it was there
. We all stopped
and bought something. I ate a pint of Tin Roof ice cream, a flavor
I had never experienced before. I described the taste as "real
good." While we were at the store I experienced why this group
had been traveling together for a long time, they were nuts - but
sure knew how to have a good time. Everyone broke out their cameras
and began taking pictures of each other - It was "Camera Wars!"
I drank an A&W rootbeer before continuing on toward Swatara
Gap, where the Swatara Creek cuts through Blue Mountain. After crossing
under interstate 81, the trail crossed the creek on an old iron
bridge before beginning the nearly 1000 foot ascent of Blue Mountain.
The ascent lasts for about two miles and then levels off and follows
the crest for the remainder of the day. The Pennsylvanian rocks
encountered here I would describe as numerous, covering the trail
almost everywhere, either as large rocky piles of boulders, or beds
of loose, small flat slabs ready to slide from under your feet,
or at times protruding from the ground at an angle of about 45 -
90 degrees with their edges ready to cut into the side of your boots.
The trail seemed to be poorly maintained today. The rocks were one
thing, but the vegetation posed another threat - the threat of having
your exposed thighs and lower legs cut and scraped by the numerous
briers that were growing over the footpath and had not been cleared.
My legs experienced the sting of the initial contact and then again
as the salt in my sweat ran down my legs during the heat of the
afternoon. This seemed like the longest and hardest day yet. Hot
and muggy. After twenty-one miles I arrived at an intensely cold,
spring fed pond at Schubert's Gap, where I washed my sore legs and
soaked my feet in the freezing water. There was a rope suspended
over the water that people, apparently mostly locals, were swinging
out over the water and jumping in. Upon entering the water, their
immediate reaction was to exit as fast as they could. The water
was just that cold. I set up camp a little below the dam, and was
comforted by a cool breeze that came off the pond and over the dam
to the "hollow" where I was located. I believe today was
the day that I met "The Three Doberman's," a pair of hiking
female nurses that were accompanied by their Doberman Pincer. There
was no way that these women could be approached along the trail
without being detected by their dog. It did not discriminate. Anyone
getting near would set off a volley of barking that would alert
them of any potential threat.
*Just a note for those who have their monitors set to 800 x 600
- you are missing almost one third of the image at the top using
your current setting. Changing to 1024 x 768 will reveal Fuzzy Jim
in true character on this page and other things on other days pages.
To change, go to start > settings > control panel > display
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Gonzo!
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983
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