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June
11, 1983 Saturday(1692.4 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
The
room we had chosen was on the second floor of "the Place"
and came complete with one old mattress and a couple of three-inch
thick foam pads. I don't remember exactly what we paid to stay there,
but I am sure it was somewhere around five to seven dollars at most.
It also had a kitchen and refrigerator that could be used by all,
so if you kept anything in the refrigerator, you had better mark
it with your name. I had turned off the alarm and slept in this
morning. I awoke naturally at six-thirty, got up and ate the second
half of a box of Life cereal that I had started last night before
going to bed. I love cold cereal and milk when I get into town!
Wrote a letter to a friend, and around ten o'clock I placed a call
to my Uncle Delray. Told him to tell my sister in law to send a
package to Afton, Virginia and to fill up the fluids in my MGB which
had a slow leak. After that I went to the pharmacy and bought a
sympathy card to send to the Grotefendt's, and a sample of a muscle
relaxant named Percagesic that someone had told me about along the
trail during the last few days. Bopped over to the post office and
sent all the post cards and letters, and on the way back to "The
Place" I stopped to see if my boots were ready. The cobbler
said no, but that they would be ready at noon. Back at the hostile,
I talked with a couple of people from Holland who were just out
hitchin' around. Studying the data book for a while, I decided that
we should pass up stopping at the post office in Atkins, so about
eleven o'clock I made another trip to the post office to send a
letter to the post master in Atkins telling him to please forward
to Bland, Va any mail I received there. Stopped and picked up my
boots, packed up my stuff, and tried out the new foam insoles that
I had gotten from Dennis the day before, and headed out of town.
There were two long climbs, one just out of Damascus up Feathercamp
Ridge, and the other, a 1000 foot ascent in 1.5 miles up Straight
Mountain. Jim really got pissed at his pack today because of a rash
that was developing on his hips. We made the 11.8 miles to the edge
of a man-made pond in an "open" field listed in the guidebook
as a good campsite. I had planned on eating some of the bullfrogs
that were bellowing at the ponds edge, but some weekenders with
their kids decided to camp nearby on the ponds shoreline. These
people were from Ohio. Took a little dip upon arriving at the pond,
and set up for the night. Brian, Kay, Graham and Molly kept us company
with their many questions about the strange bearded hikers that
they found beside them. We began telling our stories and hoped to
become masters at weaving the trail story necessary to entertain
and persuade folks to exchange this entertainment for part of their
meal. In this case we were treated to hot dogs, orange juice and
pickles. We settled in and dozed off as the bullfrogs serenaded
us with great vigor for the remainder of the evening as if they
had sensed their lives were spared by the party from Ohio.
Gonzo!
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983
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