Last week, we talked about Jesus’ last week here on earth. He was sentenced to die on a cross, which He did, at 3 pm in the afternoon on that Friday.
As I was hiking today ( Saturday) I wondered about that Saturday. What would it have been like for the disciples and believers in Jesus. I bet their faith was tried. Some were sad. Disappointed. Mad. Hopeful?
“He died. He’s buried in that tomb over there. The soldiers are guarding it. All is lost, or is it? What was Jesus trying to tell us, about raising from the dead? What do we do now?” I’m sure they were in hiding, mourning the loss of their leader and Savior.
What was Jesus doing down in Hell that Saturday? Waiting. Trusting. He’d taken all of sin for all time with Him down there. I’m sure Satan was pretty pleased with himself. “Lookiy here. I have the Savior of the world down here with me. All mankind is doomed to hell forever. Hehehahah ( evil laugh 😈 ). “
Sunday! The wait is over! Once the 3 days were over, the Father God said, “ That’s enough! No more of this!” With His Mighty Powerful arm, God raised Jesus from the dead. Out of Hell He came, leading captives away free. He took the keys of death, hell and the grave from the devil and rose up out of the devil’s lair. The devil was totally defeated that day- terribly humiliated, I’m sure. He was stripped of power and defeated for all time! Jesus took it all away from him and gave the Church the authority to use His Name over anything the devil tries.
He still tries to deceive and make people think he’s something, when he’s not. The Bible says he roams around like a lion, seeking whom he may devour. He’s like a lion with no teeth. He looks for those who give him permission and open up the door to him. But you can keep that door shut to Him by listening to the Lord and being obedient to His Word. If you are God’s child, you are no longer the devil’s.
Jesus Christ is now seated at the right hand of the Father. He’s praying for us. He sent the Holy Spirit to the earth now to live in our hearts when one accepts Jesus Christ as Lord. We are now His children, born fresh and new, once we’ve surrendered our lived to the living Savior. For He is alive and well!
He did it all for you!
One of my favorite Easter Hymns:
“ Up from the grave, He arose!
N yWith a mighty triumph over His foes.
He arose a Victor from the dark domain
And He lives forever with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah “. Christ arose!”
📕 This is the greatest story, because it’s true. It’s the Good News! I hope you read all about it! It’s in the Gospels clearly, but the story unfolds before and after, so get into the Book.
God isn’t done yet! God continues to work in mankind and will continue to, until the end of the age.
I hope you share the good news of what God has done in your life today.
It won’t be long until my epic adventure of my 2026 AT hike begins!
I’ll be starting near Roan Mountain, just south of the Virginia border in TN. I have 4 ladies joining me at different times as I hike north across the state. God willing, I will arrive in Harper’s Ferry, WV in early June.
I’ll be attempting to blog on the weekends or when I’m at a hostel, each week. I am beginning my hike the middle of April, so it is coming right up!
The Helene year, 2024 and the Maine hike of 2025 AT section hikes I will have to wait and share about, after my 2026 trip, as I’m running out of time to put them together before I go.
2024, just before Helene, on the ATMaine. Oh what a place! 2025
If you have any questions about my trip, please let me know!
AT bag tag awarded me by the ranger in Monson Maine. Yes! Section hikers can have them too.
Thanks for your prayer support and interest in my endeavor! It’s my desire to keep you informed and share the journey with you!
The Smokies were the hardest thing I’d ever done but yet the most rewarding, so far. It was worth it to climb those difficult but amazing mountains, to see the grandeur and majesty, and to experience the wonder of this beautiful place.
Carla, my daughter -in-law and my grandson, Kenaniah came to pick us all up from Clingmans Dome at the parking lot. We walked down the paved trail and loaded into her Expedition. We all went to enjoy pizza in Cherokee, the nearest town, about 17 miles away. Then she dropped Suzie and I off at the hotel we had reserved. It was a much needed rest, but we had some regrouping to do. Kris, my weatherman, noted it was to get extremely cold the next few days in the Smokies- down in the teens. Suzie and I were not equipped to handle such weather. It was our intention originally to go back up there and finish. We stayed an extra day in the hotel as the worst of the weather came through. There was a strip mall near by and we walked uptown to explore the casino shops.
We went for a walk in Cherokee, TN, just to keep from getting board
With Kris’ help, we planned a new route, while Suzie and I hunkered down in the hotel in Cherokee. In the mountains up in the Smokies the nights were as low as 13 degrees and they’d had a few inches of snow. Suzie and I were not prepared to do that extreme of cold, nor did we have our ice spikes.
So we changed our plans. One has to be ready to switch it up when things don’t go exactly as planned. So it is with backpacking! Gotta roll with the punches.
We decided to start back at a lower elevation. We would get on the trail at the underpass of I-40 and go up the stairs to head towards Snowbird mountain and Max Patch Bald. With the elevation being a couple of thousand less, it should be more tolerable temperatures.
Resident cat in our hotel
We grew impatient to get back on trail . We couldn’t find a shuttle or even a Uber driver who would take us. Finally, we called our trail angel, Carla, and she drove over 3 hours to get us and put us back on the AT. Kris and Kenaniah joined us too, to see us off.
She dropped us off at the I- 40 underpass. It was pretty late in the day. Suzie and I were headed to Painter branch, a camping area not too far, about 3.5 miles. However, it was getting dark and we were getting nervous about finding camp. Down at the road where the hostel turn off was, a couple of miles back, there was a sign warning about bears in the area. We wanted to get settled in and find a good branch for a food hang before dark. We came upon a place near a creek we thought would work, but the campsites were very sloped. We took it anyway. We slid down in our sleeping bags all night. I woke up with my mattress half way up the side of my tent! I did get some sleep tho. The moon was bright and it was a quiet night.
My sleeping bag slid up my tent, the ground was so sloped!
The next morning I checked our food bear hang. It made it through the night untouched! It was not a good hang- we could easily touch our bags, they were so low. I prayed over it that night and asked the Lord to keep it safe.
I walked up the trail a little ways to find a good bathroom place, and lo and behold! Not 100 feet from our camp was the Painter’s branch! Flat spots to camp for several tents! 🤷🏻♀️
We hiked on that day through beautiful fall colors. The leaves were turning on the vegetation, bringing in the glory of autumn. Reds, yellows oranges and purples were on display.
One of many green tunnels Suzie, on our way up Smowbird Mt
Up and up we went. From 2865 feet to 4263 feet we climbed in 2.4 miles. We arrived around noon st Snowbird Mountain. The first thing one noticed was this odd white building. It is an FAA tower. One can walk all the way around it and get a 360 degree view. We could look to the south and see the Smokies and Clingman’s Dome. We noticed storm clouds brewing, so after lunch, we headed down to the shelter.
FAA tower on Smowbird MtFabulous views from Snowbird
1800 feet descent in 2.5 miles later, we arrived at Groundhog Creek Shelter. It was mid afternoon, but we decided since it looked like rain and was forecasted, we would spend the night here an enjoy the protection of a shelter instead of our tents.
We made a fire. An older man “Just Lonnie” came hiking in. He was a sobo hiker. He’d lost his wife to cancer and decided that hiking the AT was what he wanted to do. He was in his 70s. He’d hiked several miles that day. We enjoyed his company and got a good night’s sleep in the shelter. It did rain some in the evening and the night, but no rain on the morning.
Our home for the night. Ground Hog Creek Shelter
The next day, we hiked 8 miles to one of my favorite views so far of the AT, up Max Patch Bald. Wow! What a view. I cried when I reached the top and looked around at all the majesty of those mountains. Oh God, how great you are! Thank you for creating all this. You said in your Word, you create all things to enjoy! Thank you Lord, for allowing me to enjoy this majestic beauty!
Fantastic views at Max Patch Bald. Suzie walking in the grandeur of it all.More Max Patch.
I got word the night before that a good friend and sister in the Lord has passed away. I wanted to be at her funeral. I knew it was time to go home. On our way down from Max Patch, while we had good signal, we attempted to call shuttlers. We finally found one who would come to get us for $150 and take us to Suzie’s car. We decided to call our angel again! Carla and Kenaniah would come to the rescue the next day, to meet us at Lemon Gap.
Our last night, we camped at Roaring Fork shelter. This was a busy place. It was just a few miles from Max Patch. We arrived about 7 pm. All the tent sites were full, so we stayed in the shelter. There was a guy who slept in it too, on the other end, but he was nice. We hung our food bags on the bear cable. It was a cooler night, probably was in the low 40s by morning.
Bear cables the last night
We hiked down a beautiful trail along a creek to Lemon Fap, about 4 miles. Suzie had not fallen the entire time until she hit a patch of mud and fell face first. She was ok though! We made it to Lemon Gap about 11am.
On our way to Lemon Gap
The road Carla traveled up to Max Patch was no joke. No wonder Reuter wanted $150! It took Carla awhile to get to us. There was no signal so we couldn’t reach her. We said we’d meet at 11am. At 12 pm Carla and Kenaniah pulled in. We headed back down that arduous road and drove on to Hot Springs, where Suzie had her car parked. Originally, we thought we’d make it that far, but plans always change, especially the farther one goes. We found a restaurant open- Rocky Mountain Diner was closed. We were told due to COVID, the restaurants take turns who’s open when, because they don’t have enough workers.
Finally, about 3pm, Suzie and I part from our trail angels Carla and grandson Kenaniah, and we head for home. It was a long night, but we had lots of laughs sharing and reminiscing about our trail experiences and life in general. I met up with Kenneth at Culver’s in Columbus, IN around 11 pm. We still had 2 hours to go. It was 1:30 am when we got back.
Oh what a time I had, but so good to be back with my best trail angels and hiking buddy husband.
I came home to a house full of balloonsKenneth grows a beard while I’m on trail.
Total mileage for this year 2023- I hiked 130.8 miles.
AT miles so far hiked, counting the Approach Trail: 291.3 miles! It’s worth every step.
I’m reflecting on the day the scriptures say Jesus came into Jerusalem, riding on a donkey. The crowds lined the streets waving palm branches and shouting “ Hosanna!” Meaning “Save us, please!”
They thought he was coming, as it was said in the Old Testament, as a king to override the Roman government, who ruled over them. Instead, He was coming to destroy another ruler, Satan, who long ago put himself over mankind when Adam and Eve sinned in the garden. Jesus Christ came to take back mankind from Satan’s rule, and get us back into fellowship with God, the Father, as it was in the beginning, before there was sin.
The entry of Jesus coming into Jerusalem was the doorway. The next few days, Jesus would experience what He was born to do. He knew through the scriptures that He would have to give up His life so that those who He came for, you and me, could live free from sin and eternally with God. Without His sacrifice, no one could ever enter heaven. No one would ever be free from sin. All were destined for hell, because of the fall of Adam. Jesus willingly went through the next few days, so He could win us back.
Thursday would be his final day with his followers. He ate His last meal, the Passover.
Passover was a time of remembering in Moses’ time, the Jews were delivered from the death angel that came over the land of Egypt to destroy their firstborn. It was the final blow on the Egyptians. The Jews were instructed by the Lord to sacrifice a lamb for each family and paint its blood above their doors. The death angel “ passed over” when he saw the blood. That blood of those innocent, spotless lambs was setting the stage for the One spotless Lamb who would pay the price for the sin of all mankind.
Friday, known as good Friday, is only seen as good when one looks ahead past the torture of this Man, and what He would accomplish by giving up His life. He was brought to trial, beaten, whipped, stripped and finally nailed to a cross. He took willingly upon Himself all that was wrong, all the hurt, the evil, the heartache, the misery, the mistakes, the sin, all bad upon himself to pay for us and buy us back from hell, where we were destined to go without a Savior. At 3 pm on that Friday, being on the cross for 6 hours dying between two thieves, Jesus cried out “ It is finished!” And he bowed His head and died.
His body was buried in a borrowed tomb. His soul and spirit were in hell. Satan thought he had won- killing the Son of God and locking him up for ever. He thought he had beat God and there was now no chance for ever for mankind to come back in right relationship with the Holy Father God. Mankind, he thought, was cursed forever and would live in hell forever with his evil self.
But wait. There’s more! Sunday, the third day, was the most powerful day that ever has been, or ever will be! Satan had met his match. He would soon lose his keys to death, hell and the grave!
For the rest of the story, watch for the Sunday Evening Post- Resurrection Day!
Take time this week, to think about what Jesus Christ did for you. Don’t let what He did for you be in vain. You have the power to make the decision to accept Him as Your Lord and Savior. All you have to do is ask Him. Believe that He died for you, because He did.
Antioch Faith Outreach Church, in Paris Il. If you don’t have a church, find one that preaches the Gospel. You can also watch us on Facebook or you-tube. God bless you!
Kathy and I headed down the tremendous descent from our shelter to Fontana Dam Marina. It was an arduous descent- took us most of the day. It was over 11 miles until we finally arrived. We would see the Fontana Lake and think we were close, only to hike away from it. The trail was a series of very long downward switch backs. There were some large and cool fungi growing there though, near the trail that was interesting to see.
Fungus among us
Kathy also saw a bear. 🧸She was ahead of me a few hundred yards and yelled frantically and loudly
GINGER !!!!!! 🐻 Bear!!!!
I tried to quickly get to her. She was afraid of the bear, but it quickly ran away.
Once we finally reached the marina area, we were beat. There was a less than 2 mile stretch to the “Fontana Hilton” and the parking lot to where Kathy’s truck was parked. However, we were so tired, Kathy hitched a ride with a guy that worked there to her truck. She drove back to get me.
Kathy and I went to the lodge. I had a room reserved for 2 nights. We cleaned up, then went to eat in the restaurant. Kathy then drove to her friend’s house, which wasn’t far away, where she had her camper. I enjoyed javing Kathy with me! Also, it was wonderful to have a real bed and a shower! I did a great deal of sleeping the next couple of days! I will miss my great hiking partner, though. Thanks Kathy! Hope we can do it again.
The next day, while waiting for my next hiker buddies to arrive, I went down into the village and did my laundry and visited the camp store. Suzie, Kris, Carla, Kenaniah and Louis came. We had dinner together that evening, then the guys, including Kenaniah, my grandson, stayed in the Fontana Hilton. The “Hilton” as it is nicknamed, is one of the nicer shelters. It has a real shower house close by. Also has power stations one can character electronics. There’s a grill there and picnic tables. We girls stayed in the lodge.
Fontana Dam- my new hiking company
The following day, we headed for the Smoky Mountain National Park southern terminus, which was just across the Fontana Dam. We said goodbye to my daughter-in-law Carla and my grandson, Kenaniah, who was sad about leaving his Dad. One day, he will be hiking with us! He’s just not quite ready yet- he was only 7 years old at the time.
The Smokies were hard! Even with my trail legs, I found it challenging to hike the less than 6 miles to the camping area. (We climbed from 1862 ft elevation to 3736 ft elevation in under 6 miles). It was straight up from the get- go and still climbing.
View from Shuckstack Fire towerClimbing Shuckstack firetower
We climbed up the Shuckstack firetower and enjoyed the spectacular views. Onward we went. Finally, we reached the campground at Birch Spring Gap. We had difficulty finding enough room for our tents. Suzie, Kris and I made it work- all 3 tents in one tenting area, overlapping some of our lines. Louis had a hammock.
We met some interesting folk in the Smokies. One couple was from Switzerland, section hiking the GSNP. There were several others there too. We sat around a campfire and talked while we ate our evening meal. Afterwards, we hung our food on the bear cables.
We were on top each other! But at least we made it to camp
We had no rain at all in the Smokies. It was pretty warm and very dry. We were able to cool off at night. The next day, we stopped at Mollie’s Ridge shelter to rest. ( elevation 4585 ft) Then on to the next shelter, Russel Field, where we tanked up on water. We were now headed up, up, and yes up to our final destination of the day, Spence Field Shelter at 4917 ft elevation.
Are we there yet?!
What a strenuous, most difficult climb! It really worked on us mentally. Beautiful, yes, but many rocks and roots, and precarious areas of trail one couldn’t avoid. This was my hardest section to hike, ever!
My heart tree💜
One of the coolest things though about doing something hard, and you are pressing in for inner strength to do it, God always comes through. I saw this tree:
I was reminded how much God loves me and I really can do all things through Christ who gives me strength, even when I think I can’t go on. He helped me to do that last mile and boy! Was I glad to see that shelter!
The Smoky shelters were large with fire places
The next day was better! We hiked to Rocky Top with excellent views at 5440 ft elevation.
We ate lunch out there and enjoyed one another’s company. Some other women hikers joined us up there. It was an outstanding, moving experience, seemingly being on top of the world with friends and family.
Rocky Top
More Rocky Top
Ah, Rocky Top
We drug ourselves away from there to a technically difficult part of the trail descending to Derrick Knob Shelter. We had a nice evening, enjoying other hikers as they came into camp. We only hiked 6 miles but a rewarding day, and a needed break from the tough miles.
The next day, we hiked on to have lunch at Silers Bald Shelter. This shelter was investigated by Louis and Kris. Its frame seemed like it was giving way- was very old and was leaning in places. Being carpenters, they made some observations about the cabin’s current condition.
Some of these shelters have been here awhile! Nevertheless, it was a place of refuge in these mountains , and am sure of it could talk had stories to tell of the vagabond hikers who stayed there.
Siler’s Bald shelter
Onward! Since we were behind in our mileage due to the difficulty of the trail, we turned off at mile 200.2. Yes! 200 miles! We headed to Clingman’s Dome ( now called Kuwohi), because Kris and Louis were on a time limit and had to get back home.
The forest the last few miles was absolutely stunning. It was like you entered into another world. It was full of moss and oddly shaped trees bent and twisted from years of wind and weather. Beauty all around!
Headed to the DomeLouis with his victory pose! We made it!On top of the Observation TowerHere’s our Smoky Mt crew going to enjoy pizza, celebrating our accomplishments.
But wait, there’s more! Stay tuned to part 3 of this wonderful AT section hike 2023! My next blog will take you on with Suzie and I as we adventure on.
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/mat.11.28.NKJV
This was a fabulous year! I’m so excited to share with you my journey. Here it goes!
Kenneth and I at Mountain Crossings
Kenneth, my hubby and best trail angel, drove me from Spencer, IN where we lived to Blood Mt. Cabins at Neels Gap, GA. We spent the night there in the Bear cabin. Each cabin has its own animal theme. I hiked the next day the section from Jarrard Gap, where we got off trail last year to Neel’s Gap. There was a 5 mile section over Blood Mountain, that we missed, I wanted to see.
Blood Mountain
That section was beautiful! Blood Mountain is worth a day hike, if nothing else. It was a good warm up for the trail ahead. I hiked on into the cabin where we were staying, just a 1/4 mile from Neel’s Gap and Mountain Crossings.
Kenneth and I spent our last night together before I ventured off solo this time. Diane had planned to come, but couldn’t make it. I looked forward to others joining me later. I knew God was with me and I’d be just fine.
Kenneth dropped me off at Dicks Creek Gap. I took off up the mountain excited to be back on the AT. It was a pretty tough climb up those 9 miles with these Hoosiers legs, but I made it late afternoon to the GA/ VA border! Just a little farther was the cool gnarly tree and the camping area. A nice spring ran through the valley there. The camping area was up on the hill, of course.
The Bly Gap tree
God is sooo good! There were two ladies setting up their tents for the night. They were part of a Minnesota hiking group. One of them was the leader. We shared our evening together and enjoyed a gorgeous sunset. Thank you Lord, for giving me someone in the camp the first night.
My camp companions from MN my first night. Bly Gap
The three of us had breakfast together, then parted ways. They were heading south and I north. The climb was pretty steep and rugged. I hiked through a beautiful field of touch-me-nots as I made my way to the shelter for lunch. The privy was memorable in not a good way- it was so small you could barely shut the door. The shelter was very old.
I hiked on to my place for the night, enjoying the views. The reward of hiking up mountains is there is often a break along the way that shows a spectacular window of those majestic Appalachian mountains. It is inspiring, to say the least.
Usually, I met someone on the trail each day, but almost all were heading south. I do have the exception of a guy from Costa Rica. He was doing a section hike for a few days. He knew very little English and I knew very little Spanish! He was very nice though, and we got along well. He hiked much faster than me, but I would catch up to him at lunch or the shelter for the evening. We would eat at the shelter for our evening meals and tent camped close by. This happened for a couple of days.
My Costa Rica hiking buddyThis was the best shelter this stretch on trail! My Costa Rica friend was there too that night.
Shelters- I didn’t have a liking for staying in shelters yet. They were hard for my mind to wrap around- They were 3 sided. Everyone around sees you lying there. Bugs. Potential bears and possible weird people. Don’t forget the Mice!🐁.
My tent was my private, hiding place.
My tent this section, a Marmot Tungsten 2UL
When he no longer was on trail with me, I hiked on. It always seemed like I was going uphill. On one of those treks I was starting my day as usual, with what was my theme song for the year.
The song, Abide” by Aaron Williams, helped me hike with a knowing purpose, and relax, in His Presence. As I trudged up another mountain, I saw myself doing a video presentation to a group of interested people about this AT trip. I thought that was cool, but had no idea how to do it. Once I was home, I told my daughter. She told me to try the I- movie App on my phone. About that same time, I received a call from an old friend. She asked me to do a presentation of my hike for her women’s Bible Study group’s retreat. Wow God! I knew to say yes! This was a God set up. But, that’s another story.
No one else was there at the next shelter. Oh, but what beauty was around me! The stars were brilliant. I had no rain! The barred owls sing and the whipporwills on the distance were whipporwilling! No bears. Cool nights and warm days. It was calm and peaceful each night, as I allowed myself to be still.
On top of Fire tower at Albert Mountain. 100 miles!
Verse for the day: Jeremiah 29:11-13 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/jer.29.11-13.NKJV
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Kris hiking with me! In the Shenandoahs on the AT
Part 1: We started off celebrating 10 years of Kris’ AT thru hike of 2012 with the first 600 miles with his Dad. Their trail names were Joshua and Caleb. (They have a Facebook page, that is still up, if interested: Joshua and Caleb on the AT.)
Grandson practicing for an AT hike log crossing someday. At Spacious Skies Campground. Luray VA.
Kenneth and I drove up to Luray, VA and met Kris, Carla and grandson Kenaniah, who was soon to turn 4 at Spacious Skies Campground. We rented a cabin for 5 days. Kenneth and Carla corralled the grandson while Kris and I hiked 22 more miles of the Shenandoah section of the AT. It was a beautiful time together as a family, and a special time hiking with my son. We had breathtaking views of the northern section of the SNP.
Part 2
In the fall, I had the privilege of joining some of my hiking buddies from Women’s Hoosier Hiker Backpackers. (I will share more about WHHB in another post).
Liz C wanted to celebrate being 25 years cancer free by hiking a portion of the AT! And she wanted to start at Springer Mountain. On one of our earlier group hikes with WHHB, I heard them planning and asked if I could tag along. Suzie had the same idea. They graciously allowed us to crash their party!
So when fall came, we had it all planned out. I was going down early, with Diane. Diane wanted to hike too (another party crasher). She has a brother who lives in Georgia, near the trail. Together, she and I traveled down, visited some sights with her brother and sister in law, and enjoyed their hospitality.
Diane and I at the Arch of the Approach Trail.On the Approach Trial. Amicalola Falls.
I was eager to join up with the rest of the girls, however and let this epic journey begin! Diane’s brother drove her and me to the Approach Trail arch. The building was under construction, so we had to sign in at a make shift trailer. Then we hit the trail. Amicalola Falls- fabulous. Such a beautiful majestic fall, but over 600 + steps to climb it! Approximately 8.5 miles and 600+ steps later, we made it to the top. After resting a bit there at a nice bathroom and picnic area, we continued on, hiking to the first white blaze of the trail and the AT plaque. Onward we went to the springer mountain camping area for the night.
Diane and I at the official southern terminus of the AT.
I should mention, the AT approach trail is really not a good idea for first time backpackers. I recommend you figure out your gear and get some practice in first! We met a dad and a son half way up this extremely challenging approach trail. The dad was already nursing his feet. They had lots of heavy gear. The son was probably in his early 20s and Dad, early 40s. We talked to them a bit and gave them some sock and shoe advice. They told us this was their first backpacking experience. They had 4 days and wanted to do something together. The Dad said he googled and you- tubed everything and bought the gear. They were food to go ( so they thought.)
A few miles later, we refilled our water, using our filters. Along came the guys. It was hot. They had no water left in their water bottles. But, they had a life straw. They would try that now, they said. We went on with questions on our faces- is that going to work? Are they going to make it? Diane and I had our doubts.
After we’d been to camp awhile, had tents set up and working on camp chores, along came the Dad- Son combo. They were tired, hot and thirsty! The Dad said the life filter wasn’t working – not enough water! We shared ours with them and filtered more near a stream at camp. Dad decided to call a shuttler to pick them up the next morning, but they said they would tough it out tonight. Good for them!
Diane and her duplex. My tent is behind hers. She is going to get water.
It started raining about 6 am early the next morning, with winds and thunder and lighting. When I ventured out of the tent, the guys were almost completely packed up. They’d gotten wet- the tent design didn’t work so well. He also had a cpap machine and 8 batteries he was carrying. He thanked us for our help. He gave me a mountain house breakfast he wasn’t going to fix and a whole role of toilet paper. We said our goodbyes. Diane and I hoped the father- son duo didn’t throw in the backpacking towel, so to speak.
We were to meet up the next morning with the rest of the group, the 2 Liz’s and Suzie, at the top of Springer Mountain at the first white blaze, so they too could experience the exhilarating moment of reaching the iconic southern terminus of the AT.
It was still raining- had been all morning. Diane and I hiked back about 1/2 mile to the blaze and waited. They were supposed to meet us at 10am. We waited and waited in the rain. Finally, we found out they didn’t get dropped off until 11:00am from the parking lot. We headed out and met them half way, took them to the starting blaze on Springer, then headed back on to Hawk Mt shelter.
4 of the 5 of us who hiked the first few miles of the southernmost portion of the AT. Diane not included – probably the photographer! Left to right Ginger, Suzie, Liz L, and Liz C.
The rain did not let up. By the time we finally got to the shelter, we had been walking through a trail flooded with cold water. It was like being in a trough that you couldn’t get out of. There were others in the shelter. Diane, and the 2 Liz’s stayed on the main floor with a couple of guys. Suzie and I opted for the loft, where there was a couple from Chattanooga. We took off our wet clothes and got in our sleeping bags to get warm.
The next morning, some of the girls wanted to get off trail and get dry. They were discouraged. We decided to get a ride into into Blairsville to a hotel. Diane called her brother and went home to Hiawasee with him. The 4 of us ordered pizza and washed clothes, hung out wet gear all over the room, warmed up and rested.
Laundered money? No, just trying to dry out everything.
That evening I shared with the girls what I believe the Lord gave me to help us stay focused and overcome the circumstances, in this case, the rain! I got this motto :
“Persevere. Do not fear. I AM here!”
Bandanas for breast cancer awareness One of our very nice shuttle drivers
That motto has stuck with me, because I know if I don’t quit, I’m gonna make it, because the Lord is my Helper!
The girls and I prayed that night and re-committed our lives to the One Who would help us, because He is here with us! Jesus Christ.
The next day, 4 of us shuttled back to the trail. Diane would join us again in a few days. We hiked on to Gooch Shelter.
Gooch shelter was a nice area. Good campsites, a shelter with a loft and covered picnic table and 2 bear vaults to put your food bags in. And don’t forget the privy! Water wasn’t far away either. We had a fairly good nights sleep, although it was windy. I heard a big crash not far away in the middle of the night. I thought maybe it was deer running through the forest . The next morning, we talked with a couple there while we all gathered around under the shelter to have breakfast and coffee. The couple said a large branch fell out of a tree right next to where their hammocks were! Also at the shelter was a couple who were finishing up a section hike. He was a fireman and she was an oncologist, from Arizona, I believe. That perked up mine and Liz C ‘s ears. Liz was the one who had won the fight against breast cancer. They talked and talked.
For the trip, I had bought special breast cancer awareness bandanas and had given to each of our hiking group. I had a couple left. I gave one to the oncologist. She was thrilled! Who knew Liz would get to share her experience and her faith that brought her through her ordeal right there on the trail? That was a God set up! Both ladies were encouraged and helped and maybe others listening in also.
Liz L felt like she was done. ☹️😥
Her Achilles tendons were acting up. She thought she was getting tendinitis. She hiked with us to Woody Gap and shuttled back to her car.
Liz C leading the way to our next camp.
Liz C, Suzie and I carried on.
It was a beautiful day, as we hiked up a mountain and saw Preacher’s rock. As we enjoyed the view on the cliff where we stood, a head popped up before us- some guy was climbing up from below the cliff. He asked us if we wanted to go see a nest of baby copperheads. There was a rattlesnake down there too. We said no thanks! He went ahead down the trail. Soon we caught up with him. He was poking at a big copperhead when we arrived, just off the trail with a big stick. We quickly made a wide birth around. This guy was snake 🐍 crazy!

Suzie and Liz C at ledge where snake boy appeared
We had a nice hike and no rain to Lance Creek campsite. No one else was there. We hung our food bags after supper on the bear cables and got some sleep.
The next morning, we were planning to hike up and over Blood Mountain into Neels Gap. We quickly changed our plans, however, when Liz C felt nauseous when she got up and started vomiting. We called a shuttle to meet us at the next trailhead, which was 3.4 miles away. Liz had trouble. She became disoriented. Liz couldn’t move very fast and had to rest. We’d been flooding her with electrolyte supplements since she’d been awake. We decided to split up. Suzie stayed with her while they rested and I took off for the trailhead where our shuttle driver was patiently waiting. I told Suzie if she got any worse to call 911. Then I lost signal. I had a mile an a half to get to the shuttler and he was on a time limit. Once I arrived, I gave him my pack and told him what was going on. He said he’d wait. Thank you, Mr Anderson!
I came back for the other two. Meanwhile Liz began to feel better. They left her pack on the trail and Suzie and she made it finally to the trailhead. I went back for Liz’ pack. The shuttler, Mr Anderson drove us to Neel’s Gap. I had called Liz L to come pick up Liz C. She was already driving north but came back and got her. She was feeling much more herself by this time. I told her to get checked out at the emergency room. In spite of the challenges, Liz C was able to hike 25 miles with us for her 25th anniversary, and we were grateful. Liz L hiked just a few miles less. But, Suzie and I weren’t finished yet!
Lance Creek camp
Suzie and I stayed overnight at Blood Mt cabins and regrouped. They did our laundry for us but it wasn’t ready until 11am the next day, so got a late start. It was nice though, to rest up, take a shower and eat pizza! I had a resupply box there. We headed out and saw beautiful views, up and down the mountains. The views were breathtaking but our favorite was on the way to the shelter. We took a side journey, a blue blaze, to Whitney Gap shelter. It was 1.4 miles off the AT but we knew we couldn’t go the distance to the next shelter with the time remaining. We saw fresh bear scat for the first time! We were a bit scared. Once we arrived at the shelter, the Boy Scouts we had met at Nell’s Gap were bedded down for the night in the shelter. The leaders were up, tending the fire and attempting to dry the wet clothes over the fire with lines strung like a clothes line. They generously offered to fill our water, which we gladly accepted.
On our way to Whitney Gap
It was dark once we got tents up. It was way after 7 pm. We sat down at the picnic table near the fire and the line full of clothes. As usual, it rained on and off all day. I wanted something quick and easy, but warm for supper. I had a packet of powdered eggs and some spam. When I went to rehydrate the eggs, I saw I had bought the wrong thing. This was a packet that was equivalent to 24 eggs, 🥚 like you would add to other ingredients. I spooned out a couple of tablespoons and added water. Yuck! 🤢 They were horrible! Suzie offered her mustard. With that and the spam they were somewhat edible. It was the worst meal ever. 🚫 🥚 I have thankfully improved on my skill making backpacking meals since!😂
Suzie and I really begin to see some beautiful views nowOn our way to Whitney gap shelter. Stunning sunset! So worth it!
It stormed most of the night. We waited until 9 am to pack up, thinking that the rain was about over. However it rained all day. We were soaked most of the day. We hiked back up out of the gap and to the next shelter. We arrived about 2:30pm there, thinking we would just eat lunch and move on. However, I was ready to get out of the rain. I looked at Suzie, and she agreed. We were done for today! We enjoyed watching it rain and not being in it!
A group of younger Boy Scouts, Jr high age and younger, came to the shelter and the camping area- probably 20 in all. We got a kick out of watching them horse around, set up their tents and hammocks and fix and eat suppers, playing Star Wars, etc all in the rain. One older guy with a brace on his leg, a scout leader, stayed in the shelter with us, along with a section hiker.
Watching the “kids” while we were dry in the shelter
The next morning , I got my food bad down from the bear cables. It was drowned. One inch of water stood on the bottom of the bag. My lighter was in the bottom of the bag, floating. I had to borrow Suzie’s to light my stove.
We felt better and hiked more miles in mostly sunny skies, up to Blue Mountain Shelter. It was a long climb up but very rewarding. It has a nice tenting area and shelter. We were able to string up our food bag lines and makeshift a clothesline where we hung our tents for a couple of hours before we set them up.
The evening was amazing. It was a very meaningful and spiritual evening. Two thru -hikers came through and spent the night with us. The first came up while Suzie and I were eating our evening meal at the shelter. He was a doctor, southbound, finishing up his thru hike. He would meet his wife at Springer Mountain and hike down with her. He was a Christian and shared his testimony with us.
Gorgeous views on the way to Blue Mt shelter
Not long after, another sobo thru hiker came in, carrying a small guitar. We had church! We sang hymns and contemporary Christian worship songs. We even sang some original songs the guitarist, whose trail name was Wind song, composed and one of mine too. We prayed together and ended our night. The bear cables were broken and I saw no good trees to hang our food bags. The doctor volunteered to watch them for us, hanging them in the shelter.
🐁 The next morning, the Doc apologized. He said a mouse kept trying to get into my bag. He’d wack it with a broom, only for him to come back in a few minutes. Doc eventually fell asleep, and the mouse had a midnight snack, gnawing a hole in my food bag! 🐭 Doc felt bad, but it was ok. I knew better than to hang it in a shelter! It just gave me an excuse to buy a new bag next year-one that was waterproof and more rodent resistant!!
Trey Mountain sunset
Suzie and I headed out the next day to a large gap with parking and privys! Diane met up with us there with some trail magic- diet Cokes! We hiked together up Trey Mountain, which was quite an ascent! It was beautiful when we finally reached the top. On the way, Diane, who was in the lead, saw two cubs! Suzie and I missed them. We camped in an area where we could easily get out of our tents in the morning and watch the sun rise. Both sunset and sunrise are spectacular! There was a cool breeze that night but no rain! The stars were brilliant! It was a magnificent night.
Diane joins us once again
The next day, our final one, we hiked all the way down Trey Mountain, 11.5 miles to Dicks Creek Gap. We were picked up by Diane’s brother, who took us to the Hostel Around the Bend to check it out and get some souvenirs and pictures.
Iconic AT sign at hostel around the bend
This was the end of the trail for us for 2022. Suzie and I did 69 miles together. With the Approach trail too, I accomplished 77.5 miles! I was pleased. Time to go home. We may have feared but we persevered! He was there! Thank you, Lord! You were another to your Word. 💜 📖
WHHB came from of the Hoosier Hiker Backpacker’s Facebook page group. I like to think of us as their little sister. HHB was founded by Greg Ludlow,. This co-Ed group is a great bunch of hikers and backpackers who love to share their knowledge and advice. You will see some really cool stuff- gear hacks, hikes from all over the state and beyond. They are good with answering questions and getting you started with hiking and/ or backpacking.
This is where I got my start. I joined HHB in 2019 and did a lot of watching. I learned from them about trails- didn’t know there was a Tecumseh trail. I learned about Permethrin and ticks. I saw groups go hiking and some solo.
2019 was the year I did a lot of solo hiking and backpacking because I wasn’t brave enough to go with people I didn’t know and had never met. But I watched 👀 🏕️ 🥾 🥾
My camp on Indian Lake, first solo overnight!
After I completed my first ever Knobstone hike of the lower 46 miles, in September of 2019, I knew it was time to start a Womens group.
Really? I thought to myself. In praying about it, it seemed good to do. I wouldn’t have to hike alone anymore. I’d know some folks to hike with! If I started it as the Lord showed me to do, there would be like minded individuals who would come and enjoy the adventures together. Ok! I’ll do it.
Many great hikes with this group
In December, I messaged Greg Ludlow and told him I’d like to start a Womens group, and could I do it under HHB? Also, I would like to make it for 45 year old women and up. My reasoning was, who would like to hike with this 62,year old? Surely no young women would want to go slow and maybe do only6-8 miles a day? Greg said he’d get back to me after talking to his other administrators. He responded back, thatch could start the group, but don’t put an age limit on it. I said Ooooookkkkkk. Guess I won’t.
Our first group hike was January 2020. We began with our Turkey Run hike. This hike still remains a favorite today. I’ll share our Turkey Run State Park Ice Hikes:
2020 our first ice hike Not so icy 2021Ice hike 2022Some turn out! Turkey Run no ice hike 2023Super cold ice hike 2024Lots of ice 2025Very cold ice hike 2026
I set up hikes for each month. Brown Country State Park was in March. Just afterwards, COVID broke out and people had the need to get outdoors. Women of liked minded passions gathered together when we could, using wisdom concerning the pandemic, and hiked. We developed a great bond and continued to hike whenever we could. More and more came! We needed this! A chance to escape the responsibilities of home, even cities just for a few hours and enjoy the sounds and sights of nature and as a group of like-minded women. We’d start our hikes with prayer, and sometimes have devotions or testimonies, especially when we had our overnight backpacking trips.
This was a co-ed group hike at Brown County SP with HHB 2021
We found we loved to teach about backpacking. Soon we started having 101 backpacking events. State Parks and State Forests were enjoyed and explored together. We had 101 backpacking events at Bloodroot SF, Morgan Monroe State Forest and Yellowwood State Forest.
101 Backpacking event at Yellowwood State Forest
Each year we tried to hit up as many state parks as we could. We usually do the Tecumseh Trail in the spring then the Knobstone trail in the fall. We mix it up sometimes and add the Adventure Hiking Trail or the Adena Trace Trail.
Hiking the end before beginning 2021 Tecumseh Trail“Tent city“ at Yellowwood Youth Camp . Tecumseh hike
As the girls grew in their experiences and wanted to adventure out, some have hiked in other states and even Countries.
We decided to make our group a non- profit organization so we could do more. In 2021 we all started up our own Facebook page and became our own entity- little sister of HHB grew up. We still do events with HHB and work closely with Greg Ludlow on some events.
Fall picnic at Brown County 2023
Each fall we have an end of year picnic. We’ve been also honoring our veterans and fallen soldiers at that time with a special honor hike.
Every other year we have a special indoors winter 101 backpacking event where we pull out all the stops, have gear giveaways and prices.
101 backpacking seminar with “ Just Try” as special speaker 2025
We’ve had so many wonderful hikes and events together! It is so rewarding watching these ladies grow in their confidence and find new adventures.
If interested in becoming a fb member, please feel free to check out the Facebook page.
💜💜💜💜💜Thanks to all who have made this group so great. And most of all, to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, for making this possible.💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Because God saved me and let me find Him, I can’t help but share the Good News! This will be what my post is about on Sunday nights. I’ll start with a portion of my testimony:
A search for Truth
So who’s stating facts and who is stretching the truth? Who is making up stories. Is that a lie? Did that really happen?
Those are my thoughts nowadays, with the news media. AI, and society in general. It boils down to who can you trust?
🚗 If you are like me, you want to know the truth so you can make good decisions. When buying a used car, for instance, you want to know its history- has it been in any wrecks? Has the transmission been overhauled? How old is it? How many miles on it? Etc. You want truthful answers so you can make the decision whether to buy or not. Is the car dealer truthful or is he just trying to make a sale? Can you trust this person? 🤔
When I was a teen, I began to do what teens do- question authority. Basically, I was a good kid. I tried to stay out of trouble and obey my parents. Some of my friends though, seemed to be doing some “ activities” that were questionable, and were not in line with what my parents taught me.
There were other things popping up too. (It was the ‘70s). Questions about society and morals, what is right and wrong and who decides. These things I began to ponder. How do my parents know they are right? Why do they do what they do and hold to their beliefs?
In my early grade school years, we were brought up in church. When I turned 10, however, we left the church and didn’t go back. I had been given a Bible when I was baptized there, but never read it.
My big question- Who can I trust? How do they know they are right? What’s the perfect way to do things? I was sure there was a wrong way and a right way. I just didn’t know where to find the answers.
God? I saw Him as a divine Being who lived in Heaven. I believe He created the earth 🌍 and had set it all in motion. Then He just parked up there and watched us on the earth- you know- Like a Star Trek episode of aliens watching how earthlings performed through struggles with little or no interference from them.
I also saw Him as a terror. I was afraid of Him- that if I did do wrong- disobey my parents, He would intervene with a ⚡️ lightning bolt!
I got brave one day. We were traveling as a family back from a camping trip out west. It was cold and rainy so we’re driving all day, headed back home. I was in the top of the pickup camper. My little sister was asleep. Dad and Mom were in the cab. I decided to speak to God! 😱I said, “ God, if you are real, I want to know it. If not, I will turn another way.”
Immediately I sensed His Presence. I was not afraid but responded as I sensed He was an overwhelming, perfect, unconditional LOVE. ❤️ This God I’d been afraid of and ignoring, was real! I yielded that moment to the most powerful Force in all the Heavens and the Earth- the Love of God, manifested to me- He became real. I knew He loved me just the way I was. I accepted this love. This revelation of God changed my life from that moment. Even the grass looked greener! 💚His love was on me- I saw people and loved people like never before. I had the capacity to forgive people. Wow! This was a new me.
That was the start of a new life. He gave me an insatiable desire to read that Bible 📖 that was at home on the shelf. He taught me through His Word about who He was and who I was in Him. I saw in the Word that this was the TRUTH I was searching. His Word is TRUTH. Jesus Christ is the way, the TRUTH, and the life. The Holy Spirit is the Spirit of TRUTH!
💜If you want to know what is true, look to Him for the Answer. He has all the answers and He always tells the truth because He is TRUTH.
If you want to know God, this God of love who loves you so much He provided a way for you to have a real relationship with Him, you just need to ask Him. Ask Him to come into your heart. He can wash you and make you clean on the inside, just like you’ve never done anything wrong. He will fill you up with His Holy Spirit. By asking Jesus Christ to be Lord and Savior, you are allowing Him to come inside you and do what He came to earth to do. He came to save us from this world of sin and death, hell and destruction. He actually had to die and shed His blood to do that. He did it just for you. You may not understand it all in your head, but your heart. Your heart is where you believe. When you believe in your heart that’s Jesus is Lord and say with your mouth Christ is risen from the dead, you will be saved. You will know the Truth. The Truth will set you free!
For more information about making the Lord your Savior and next steps, please feel free to contact me at [email protected]. If you have a Pastor, you can talk to them. You can always talk to Jesus. He always tells the Truth and knows the right way to go.
“And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”” John 8:32 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/jhn.8.32.NKJV
In 2021 for my birthday, in August, I decided to “ try out” a section of the AT I thought I could handle. Two brave ladies came along for the ride- Jenny and Tricia. My hubby drove us over to Waynesboro, Virginia so that the next day we could hike the first 50 miles of the Shenandoah National Park. My son Kris encouraged the idea that this stretch would be a good one to start, since the mountains are a little less aggressive through this section as well as there are plenty of ways to get off trail easily if one has a problem. The SNP has waysides too where one can get a meal, resupply and blueberry milkshakes!
We started hiking from Rockfish Gap in the fog. It was extremely humid. We were drenched in sweat, even at 75 degrees- It might as well been 100 degrees. We made it to calf mountain shelter the first night, just a little over 10 miles. We were excited to meet a flip flop thru- hiker named “ Clementine”. She passed us going up a mountain. Later we learned that she completed her hike. We also met “One eyed Jack”. He was also doing a flip flop thru -hike and was waiting for a ride into Waynesboro. (“Flip flops” is a hiker term that means they hike one direction, north for example, then jump up to hike south from Katadhin to Harpers Ferry and finish wherever they left the trail to flip flop completing all 2000+ miles, just not consecutively.). 🩴 🩴
We were learning how to navigate the white blazes. We were using AllTrails and I had an AT Guide book. We thought the shelter should be right around the corner. Ha! It was another 0.7 miles. It seemed like 7 miles in this terrain. We were Hoosiers! We don’t have mountains! We arrived soaked in sweat, tired and hungry, but happy.
A hiker came into the shelter some time later. He was doing the Eastern Continental Divide trail! He started in the Florida Keys. The trail joins the AT and goes beyond into Canada. His trail name was “LAP”. Another hiker joined who asked us if we minded him setting up his hammock in the porch part of the shelter. It was late and rainy. He helped us put our food bags up on the bear pole. Before going to our tents, we read Psalms 91 together. All in all a good day. Wet but good.
The Thinker
The second day, it was raining and we packed up wet. We met “ Easy Does It” who was a sea captain. We saw LAP again, who is a psychologist. Easy Does It asked for prayer to finish safe and strong. He was a sobo thru- hiker ( sobo means southbound and nobo means northbound. We were hiking nobo.).
🐝Bees! Not Really- was some kind of yellow jackets were on the trail too, swarming around a log that we had to climb over in the trail. Jenny went first and didn’t even see them. Tricia went next and ouch! She got stung. I waited a minute and thought I was free and clear when suddenly ouch! Right in the butt. ⛑️ Oh well.
Sweat. Wet. Stings. What’s next?!
I found it challenging putting medicine on my back side I couldn’t see. 😑
There were lots of tough climbs and descents. We ate lunch around 7.5 miles. Finally the sun came out and there was a breeze! We got to camp around 6:30 pm – Rock Hut shelter, a total of 13 miles. Kris had texted a storm was coming in but we should make it before it hit. We were all beat. I fixed a quick supper and before I was finished it started to rain. Tricia was eating in the shelter and I don’t know what Jenny did. Maybe she ate in her hammock and didn’t tell. All I know is we crashed after that. The shelter did have a nice privy, as far as privy’s go. LAP was there at the shelter for the night.
Our third day started with serenades from barred owls and whippoorwills! What a cool way to begin our next day of adventure in the SNP. We decided to change up our plans and not push so hard today. Instead of doing another 13 miles we opted to head to Loft campground, just 6.7 miles away. We were tired, smelled bad and did I say WET??? It was still very muggy and humid.
Wet!
We took our time packing up. We’d been sleeping in our tents but were close to the shelter. We had a group in there we called the smoking pot group. So far, every time we were close to a shelter, even before we saw them, we smelled them.
One of our shelters
While we were talking to some of the hikers, we saw there was a lady back in the shelter under a bench we didn’t see. She was just stirring from her sleeping bag. She was section hiking the AT. Her trail name was I.C. She joined us in prayer for the day.
We met Captain Jack on the trail. He was 67 and heading sobo. He said he met Nimble Will, who later we found out summited Mt Katadhin as the oldest thru- hiker. He was 82 at the time and had done the entire AT 3 times.
Nimble Will at 82 years old
There was also a 71 year old woman he met doing all 2190 miles, according to Captain Jack.
The best views of the entire trip seemed to be today. Gorgeous Mountain View’s at the Black Rock Summit! Then, when we reached the Ampitheatre near the campground, we sat in awe at the majestic display.
At our camp site #20. What a view!
We made it to camp and enjoyed a nice evening at this highly recommended campsite. We had a campfire. I toasted my spam on a stick over the fire. Kris texted that a pretty bad storm was getting ready to pass through our area. About 7 pm we headed inside our tents and hammock for shelter. It was blowing pretty hard and began to pour down rain. It rained all night with big gusts of wind. I had to get out and put my stakes back in- my tent was trying to blow away. The next morning , Jenny said she got out several times to place her stakes in to hold down her hammock. When we got up, the power was out throughout the campground. We packed up and headed for the camp store and shower, which we hit up and enjoyed the night before. We tried to charge our phones, but they were running on generators.
Did I say we were WET! ? Drowned is more like it. This is at the store and shower building entryway at the camp.
We were thinking we were tired of playing in the rain. Over it! We found out they named that tropical storm we just went through Fred. Well Fred, we survived in spite of your attempts to drown us!
We hiked in the rain over to Rock Hut Wayside. It was about 11 am. They just got back on their power. They said they could open in a few minutes, but they wouldn’t open the grill today. It had finally stopped raining. We were glad to get inside, get some nice sub sandwiches and a Coke. We hiked on to Pine Hut shelter. We were happy to have the sun shining on our way there! Jenny realized she’d forgotten her hammock straps- left them at the last campsite. We Geri-rigged her hammock using my bear hang rope. The shelters had either poles or bear vaults to place food bags in so didn’t need the rope. We couldn’t reach the husbands tonight- there was no signal. I used my In-Reach for the first time, letting them know we were ok and safe at camp.
We sat around our camp behind the shelter- a nice grassy area with a nearby creek. We talked about Psalms 91 and Jenny shared Zach Williams devotional on Isaiah 40:31.
There was a dog with a hiker there at the shelter. The dog’s name was Cricket. His owner was hiking a sobo thru- hike. The dog was very playful- liked to play fetch. The next morning, we were trying to be quiet getting out of our tents but Cricket saw us and ran under Jenny’s hammock waking her up. Jenny was always the last one up. Cricket was a good alarm. I slept like a log and still smelled like a dog, even though we were able to clean up some from water from the stream. I woke up early with barred owls singing. It was a nice morning packing up- took our time. I gave away some of my food to the thru- hikers. I had too much and only had a couple of more days to go.
We also met there a gal who was doing a LASH. I asked her what that was. She said “ a long- ass section hike!” I asked how far. She said a little over 100 miles. Wow! I thought. Little did I know that in a few years, I would be doing them too.
We passed a guy who looked like Ulysses S Grant. He was carrying an old external frame pack. It had patches sewn on it to keep it together. He said he was doing trail maintenance. He was carrying a big specialized rake. He said in 2 weeks he was heads to hike in Vermont.
We saw several deer today. I added it to my list of creatures seen on this trip- besides Cricket, the dog, there were BEES, a baby snake, crazy caterpillars that got in our tents just before Fred, an orange salamander, little toads, owls , pileated woodpeckers and a harlequin beetle.
Our camp spot behind the shelter. The sun came out and dried up the landy- landy!
We hiked across a meadow and decided it was delightful. Ate our lunch there. We made it to Hightop Hut ( shelter) for the night. Weather alert- It was supposed to start raining in 5 minutes. Jenny and Tricia decided to stay in the shelter but I said no way. They are known for having mice and I didn’t want to sleep with strangers. In 5 minutes I had my tent set up. And it rained. After the rain , I went to the shelter to eat our evening meal. We met “Ferrell”. She’d just hiked 22 miles. She was a sobo and was hoping to complete her thru hike before November.
We also met a rather odd couple. The guy was a tall Swedish man with a very small lady who looked Japanese. He was carrying a pack. They came and sat down with us and opened the pack. Out popped a beautiful Main Coon cat! They said they were just out for a day hike. When they were ready to go, they let the cat lead up the trail, the tall man next, then the little short lady. 🐈⬛ 🐱
We decided it was our last night on the trail. We’d hike out tomorrow. It was a rainy night. Water started pooling under my tent. I got up early, packed up and went to the shelter. While there cooking breakfast, we talked with Ferrell about her hike. She was rather discouraged. She’d struggled on the trail. Before we left, we prayed with her, and she started to cry. Jenny shared Isaiah 40:31 with her. She said she had done a flip flop and had already hiked 105 days.
There was a couple there celebrating their anniversary. They have a camp school they run near Rockfish Gap. They offered Ferrell a place to stay and gave her information.
A funny story Jenny shared later about the shelter. You see, Jenny is afraid of 🐍 snakes but Tricia is afraid of 🐁 mice. During the night, Jenny felt a mouse crawling over her. The mouse was headed for Tricia, who was laying beside her. Like a good friend, Jenny took her arm with the mouse on it and swung her arm across her body. Whop! She heard the mouse hit the side of the shelter wall. She saved her friend from the creepy crawly mouse with one swoop of her arm!
Our last day, we hiked to Hightop but no view. We hiked to the Skykine Drive then headed down the road. Lo and behold! Here comes our rescue! Jenny’s husband Bryan was here to save the day! Jenny had warned Bryan of the tremendous odor we were emitting. He gave us each a car deodorizer to hang on us and a trash bag to put our backpacks in. We loaded into the truck and headed to Big Meadows. We got our rooms first and took a shower! It was heavenly! Then we had a delicious lunch at the Lodge. I had peanut soup for the first time and blackberry cobbler for dessert.
The humidity was gone. It was in the low 70s but we were freezing! It was good to be back in civilization.
Bryan, Jenny’s husband, to the rescue!Our view from the Big Meadows Lodge while we ate our lunch on the patio.
It was the beginning of many more adventures! Thanks to God and to all who helped us experience it. So grateful for friends and family! What a wonderful birthday experience.
