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mile becomes a long way, 2 miles literally considerable, ten miles
whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you
realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community
of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.
At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside
three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this
fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you
don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen
mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying
but not actually part of the body below.
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way, and then from the original spot hear who or
whatever was there take off into the woods. There’s
no way I am giving chase, so I return to the campsite.
I tell my girlfriend about what happened and I end
up sitting guard outside the tent, in the darkness
until daybreak.
In the morning, I looked around a bit for signs of
who or whatever it was and I discovered a bootprint
in some soft moist dirt not far from our tent. It wasn’t
mine and it wasn’t my girl’s. This freaked me out as
it confirmed that someone, perhaps more than one,
was skulking around our tent in the dark. I kept it
to myself because I didn’t want to freak my girl out
anymore than she already was. At this point we were
pretty deep in and still had 2 days left. That day we
walked a little faster than normal and covered as
much ground as possible.
When it came time to setup camp, I found a spot near a cliff where we could
place the tent in a small overhang and prevent anyone from coming up behind
us. The whole day up to this point I had a feeling we were being followed. I had
no confirmation of this as I hadn’t seen or heard anyone else, but it was just a
gut feeling. We set up camp and made some food, then retreated to the tent.
I gave my girl the 1911 and I kept the Judge right next to me and I assured her
that IF I slept at all it would be with one eye open. After a while, she drifted off
to sleep and I stayed awake listening to the sounds of the woods at night.
I was awake for a few hours, just waiting to see if anything was going to happen.
At some point I guess my exhaustion caught up with me and I drifted off. I
awoke sometime later to what sounded like someone going through our stuff
outside the tent. I grabbed my gun and woke my girlfriend shushing her to be
quite. From the faint glow of the fire I could see someones silhouette against
the tent. There was really someone out there. I yelled out to them something
along the lines of “WE ARE ARMED, GET OUT OF HERE!” They dropped what
they were doing and bolted. I came out of the tent, gun drawn and ready to
shoot someone. Our stuff was strewn all about. They had rummaged through
quite a bit of our stuff. I walked to the edge of the woods in the direction who-
ever was out there had fled. There was a creek nearby and i walked to the edge,
where there was a small trail running along side it. Down the creek I could see
a light, it looked like a lantern the way it flickered. Then I saw 3 more emerge
from the other side of the woods.
I told my girlfriend to start packing up whatever she could and that we were
leaving, now. We packed up everything of value. Left the tent and a few other
items and headed back onto the trail, in the middle of the night. I kept hearing
people talking off in the woods and hearing branches snap for quite some ways.
I kept looking behind us every few seconds to make sure nobody was coming
up on us. It was completely nerve wracking. If something happened, we were
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Tips for the Trail
Hiking even just a portion of the Appalachian Trail is the adventure of the a
lifetime, but you’ll enjoy that adventure even more if you’re prepared. Differ-
ent hikes require planning for different contingencies, but all AT hikers should
keep in mind some basics as they prepare for the Trail: How to hike responsibly
(Leave No Trace), Camping, Equipment, and how to handle essential issues
such as Food, Water, and Sanitation.
Leave No Trace
The future of wilderness camping, hikes, and other sustainable outdoor recre-
ation depends on more people adopting what’s known as “Leave No Trace”
principles. These 7 principles are the golden rules of outdoor recreation. Simply
put: Leave the wild places you visit the way you would like to find them.
1. Plan ahead and prepare.
Evaluate the risks associated with your outing, identify campsites and destina-
tions in advance, use maps and guides, and be ready for bad weather.
2. Travel and camp on durable surfaces.
Stay on trails, and don’t bushwhack short-cuts across switchbacks or other
bends in the path. Keep off fragile trailside areas, such as bogs or alpine zones.
Camp in designated spots, such as shelters and existing campsites, so that
unspoiled areas aren’t trampled and denuded.
3. Dispose of waste properly.
Also known as “Pack it In, Pack It Out.” Bury or pack out excrement not de-
posited in privies, including pet droppings. Pack out all trash and food waste,
including that left behind by others. Don’t bury trash or food, and don’t try to
burn packaging materials in campfires.
4. Leave what you find.
Don’t take flowers or other sensitive natural resources. Don’t disturb artifacts
such as native American arrowheads or the stone walls and cellar holes of his-
torical woodland homesteads.
5. Minimize campfire impacts.
Campfires are enjoyable, but they also create the worst visual & ecological im-
pact of any backcountry camping practice. If possible, cook on a backpacking
stove instead of a fire. Where fires are permitted, build them only in established
fire rings, & don’t add rocks to an existing ring. Keep fires small. Burn only dead
and downed wood that can be broken by hand—leave axes and saws at home.
Never leave your campfire unattended, and drown it when you leave.
6. Respect wildlife.
Don’t feed or disturb wildlife. Store food properly to avoid attracting bears,
varmints, and rodents. If you bring a pet, keep it leashed.
7. Be considerate of other visitors.
Limit overnight groups to 10 or fewer; 25 on day trips. Minimize noise and
intrusive behavior. Share shelters and other facilities. Be considerate of Trail
neighbors. Carry and use cell phones out of sight and sound of other visitors.
Camping
If you’ve planned something longer than a day-hike, anticipate where you might
spend the night once you’re on the Trail. On most sections, you have 2 basic
choices: a shelter or pitching a tent. More than 270 backcountry shelters are
located along the AT at varying intervals. A typical AT shelter, sometimes called
a “lean-to,” has an overhanging roof, a wooden door, 3 walls and is open to the
elements on one side. Most shelters are available on a first-come, first-served
basis. You should always carry a tent or tarp in case the shelters are full or you
find yourself behind schedule and can’t make it to the shelter before dusk.
Motels, B&Bs, and hostels tend to be clustered in towns near the Trail. Those
towns may be up to 50 Trail miles apart at the northern and southern ends of
the Trail, but are closer together in the middle regions. The best opportunities
for “inn-to-inn” hiking on the AT can be found in Shenandoah National Park.
A system of full-service huts can be found in the exceptionally rugged White
Mountains of New Hampshire, but most are open only in summer.
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Hiking the Appalachian Trail Paralyzed…Are you crazy?!
by Stacey “Iron Will” Kozel
“Are you crazy?!!” This
is a question that is
probably common for
many thru hikers that are
about to trek 2,200 miles
on the Appalachian Trail.
In my case, being par-
alyzed might not help
when trying to get peo-
ple to understand why I
want to hike the AT, but
I do not mind trying to
explain it to them.
People hike the Appala-
chian Trail for many dif-
ferent reasons. For me,
it is difficult to explain in
a quick simple answer.
First, I love the outdoors!
I have always wanted to
hike the AT, but when
I became paralyzed
in March 2014 I think I
wanted it even more. I
remember laying in my
hospital bed looking out
the window and wondering if I was going to be able to walk down the street or
even sit up on my own. It is really amazing how much can go through your mind
when you are laying there. When I left the hospital I needed a power wheelchair
to get around and had limited mobility in my left arm only (tetraplegia). I was not
able to maneuver myself out of my house (or bed for that matter!), let alone think
about hiking the AT. Life became exhausting just trying to sit up, get dressed or
do any basic daily living activities.
When I was finally released from the hospital it did not take long for me to start
researching ways to get on my feet. I remember propping myself up in bed using
my only working (well, sorta working!) limb to type on my laptop. I came across
this high tech brace, called the C-brace. At the time, I knew I was a long way from
qualifying for this brace because I still needed core and upper body strength
(and I could barely hold my head up!). I just continued to focus on my rehabil-
itation with my physical and occupational therapist, but kept the brace in the
back of my mind at all times. In an attempt to keep the story short, months later
I eventually gained strength in my upper body and core, while figuring out ways
to compensate for parts of my body that would not cooperate. It was not always
pretty (still isn’t!) but I started to compensate enough to find other ways to get
18 Stories From the Trail
around and regain some independence. It started giving me hope. After getting
through all the tests (to make sure I was a good candidate for the C-brace) and
loads of paperwork that my physician, orthotist, physical therapist and occupa-
tional therapist needed to do…the major road block was getting it approved
by my insurance company. This process took over a year because my insurance
deemed the claim “not necessary.” FINALLY, after many prayers, appeals, phone
calls, more paper work, etc…it was approved! My goal is to bring awareness to
these braces and hopefully get more people out of wheelchairs and have the
ability to be out exploring the world. When insurance companies deny people
due to “it is not necessary,” I hope my story will prove the opposite.
I don’t think there’s anything more painful than regret. On the tough days hiking I
remember my days in the hospital…The worst day on the trail is alway better than
even the best day in the hospital…I don’t ever want to take the fact that I am able
to push myself in my wheelchair or balance on my braces for granted.
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Summiting Mt. Katahdin
by Katherine “Ringleader” Imp
“We got this, B! We got this! Katahdin!!!!!!!!!!!!!” There are 9 miles between the
AT’s entry into Baxter State Park and The Birches (a campground for north-
bound thru-hikers at the bottom of Mt. Katahdin). I don’t remember any of
those miles. As soon as we set foot in the park, we saw Mt. Katahdin in the
distance, and the emotions came flooding in. We made it. We did it. We are
summiting Mt. Katahdin. After spending a few hours next to a waterfall, Bran-
don and I put our packs on and ran to The Birches. Everything hurt, but it didn’t
matter. Katahdin!!! Katahdin!!! We got this!!! Katahdin!!!! We laughed, we cried,
we ran. It was one of the best days of my life.
The next day, August 12th, 2010, Brandon and I summited Mt. Katahdin.
We began the hike with our parents, who drove all the way up from New Jersey
to root us on. About 2 miles in, we left them to sprint up the mountain. The
climb up Katahdin is only 5 miles, but it involves some serious rock climbing.
It was hard to get back into that meditative hiking rhythm we had so enjoyed
during the 100-mile wilderness leading up to Katahdin. There was just too
much going on—parents, boulders, and a mind-blowing number of tourists. It
made us anxious. This is our day!
As we neared the summit, I tried to bring back the emotions from the day
before but I felt nothing. I was tired, hungry, and annoyed with all the ‘back-
ground’ noise. When we got to the top, we pushed our way through 40 tourists
and touched the sign together. Before we could finish our sighs of relief, the
questions came: You came all the way from Georgia? How long did it take? How
many miles do you do each day? What do you eat? What was your favorite part?
Normally I love answering these questions, but not on the summit. This is my
day. Bran and I fled to a corner of the mountaintop, away from all the people
and sat down. We didn’t speak for a few minutes. We just sat and looked at the
view. Then we looked at each other and smiled. We did it.
Equipment
What you carry depends on how far you’re going, where, and when. If you’re
backpacking, we suggest you consult a good book for details about what to
carry, or talk to an experienced hiker. Renting gear or buying used equipment
are low-cost options when you’re first starting out. Hope for the best weather;
pack for the worst. Clothing to protect you from cold and rain is a must—even
in midsummer and especially at higher elevations. Avoid cotton clothes, partic-
ularly in chilly, rainy weather, which can strike the mountains at any time of year.
Wet cotton can be worse than nothing and can contribute to hypothermia, a
potentially fatal threat. Shoes should fit well and be broken-in. Nothing spoils
the fun or ends a hike quicker than blistered feet. On a day-hike, broken-in
tennis shoes can be a better choice than brand-new boots. When carrying a
backpack or hiking on rocky terrain, more substantial hiking boots may be de-
sirable, but some hikers walk the entire AT in running shoes or cross-trainers.
Backpackers can expect their feet to swell; long-distance hikers should buy
boots half a size too big to allow room for this.
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Dogs On The AT
by Maija “Two Dogs” DeSalvo
Earlier this spring I hiked over 500 miles of the Appalachian Trail with my two
dogs, Griffin and Little Bear, known on the trail as Mooch and Diva. Taking my
dogs with me on my hike, especially both dogs, was a huge undertaking but
the decision was easy. I knew I wanted an adventure, I didn’t want to leave
the dogs behind, and backpacking was something we loved to do together
already. It was a no brainer. I knew also that hiking with them would be incred-
ibly different than choosing to go solo, I just believed whole heartedly that the
ways they would enhance the experience for me would far outweigh the extra
work involved. I spent hours, days, months, looking for information from people
who had done the same thing, but I found very little. The few resources I found
were good, so I studied them, met with my vet multiple times, and talked to
other canine professionals. I also solidified sponsorships and relationships with
canine outdoor-gear companies, and used my knowledge in the dog-training
world and my understanding of my own dogs and the bond I have with them to
be sure that we were capable of what lay ahead.
On the trail, there were days that we were all on the same page, but there were
many days we weren’t. Sometimes the heat was hard on them, and we stopped
what seemed like constantly to cool off in the shade or a stream. Sometimes
we didn’t make it as far because of this, and the amount of water we needed
to carry was ridiculous. We needed a maildrop once a week to resupply dog
food, which proved to be a pain at times. There were times coming into towns I
couldn’t find a vacancy for a dog-friendly room, or it would be more expensive
than anticipated. Many nights I crawled into a tent with soaking wet and muddy
dogs, on occasion giving up my sleeping bag liner or an extra piece of clothing
to wrap their shivering, wet bodies. We dealt with poison ivy, ticks, and hot
spots as well as sore paws and muscle aches. These were regular occurrences
& I find the fact that we didn’t deal with more severe injury and illness to be a
blessing.
Trail life isn’t easy and
trail life with two fur
children is full of its own
challenges. Ultimately I
sacrificed hiking my own
hike as I was constantly
focused on the care of
the dogs. I knew them
well enough to notice if
something went awry,
but I had to be paying
attention to them very
closely. Dealing with so
many aches and pains
myself, pushing myself
through challenges, I
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had to remember to check in with them as well. They are two dogs that would
follow me to the ends of the earth if I asked them to, and in a way that’s exactly
what I did. It was my job to keep them safe, healthy and happy on the trail. In
return I was given the most amazing hiking partners I could have ever asked
for. They were there with me to listen to my ramblings, to share in the joy of
our victories and support each other when we felt defeated, to share physical
warmth when mother nature chose to bring the rain and cold, to bring even
momentary happiness to those who had left their four legged companions back
home, and we were there to look out for one another.
In everyday life Griffin and Little Bear are my constant reminders to live life to the
fullest with their exuberance for every moment. Out on the trail they reminded
me constantly of the amazing journey I was on, how lucky we were to be spending
weeks out in such an incredible place, and to absolutely soak up each and every
moment. One of my biggest goals for hiking the AT was to be more present in
my life. The most significant time I accomplished this was laying on the trail, my
legs a tangle of leashes, frustrated with our lack of synchronicity. Almost imme-
diately my frustration was masked by slobbering dog tongues covering my face
and I was laughing out loud. As I opened my eyes I realized I was in a beautiful
valley, completely dis-
connected and on my
own, soaking up rays of
sunshine with the two
most devoted compan-
ions I could ask for. Life
could not have been
better and without the
dogs and our mishap I
may have missed that
magical moment I still
find myself returning to
months later.
How Black Books Lit My Way Along The Appalachian Trail by Rahawa Haile 27
Food, Water and Sanitation
You should carry some kind of food and water on even the shortest AT hike, but
anything longer than a short day-hike presents special considerations. If you’re
out for the day, you can pack along whatever foods you like best—even fresh
vegetables and fruits. But since these spoil quickly and are heavy, they’re not
good for backpacking trips. Backpackers generally carry dried foods such as
pasta that they boil and prepare on their portable stoves. There’s no need to
carry more than a week’s worth of food on most parts of the AT. For hikes longer
than a week, hikers typically leave the Trail periodically to resupply in nearby
towns. Some ship food parcels ahead to post offices, hostels, and businesses
near the Trail; others buy food along the way. Backpacking burns a lot of ener-
gy. Plan on a tasty diet of 3,000 to 4,000 calories a day, including high-energy
snacks to eat while you’re walking or during breaks.
Staying hydrated is an important part of safe hiking because it helps prevent
both hypothermia and heat exhaustion. AT guidebooks and the AT Data Book
list water sources. Usually these are springs or creeks, since rivers and ponds
tend to be polluted. Plan on treating water in the backcountry. Drinking untreat-
ed water can make you vulnerable to a variety of water-borne diseases. Equally
important in staying healthy is proper hygiene. Just as many hikers get sick from
inadequate hand-washing as from “bad” water. Use hand sanitizer whenever
you defecate, and periodically wash hands with water and/or biodegradable
soap (as little as possible, 200’ away from water). When sharing food, do so in
such a way that does not involve another person’s hands touching your food.
Restrooms are few and far between. Many AT shelters have privies, but often
you will need to “go in the woods.” Proper disposal of human (and pet) waste
is not only a courtesy to other hikers, but is a vital Leave No Trace practice for
maintaining healthy water supplies in the backcountry and an enjoyable hiking
experience for others. No one should venture onto the AT without a trowel,
used for digging a six to eight inch deep “cathole” to bury waste. Bury feces at
least 200 feet or 70 paces away from water, trails, or shelters. Used toilet paper
should either be carried out in a sealed plastic bag or buried in your cathole.
Hygiene products such as sanitary napkins should always be carried out.
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Appalachian Trail Angels
by Zach “Good Badger” Davis
Trail Angel:
A person who delivers trail magic.
Trail Magic:
A random act of kindness uniquely provided to long distance hikers (mostly
the Appalachian Trail) whereby an individual delivers a good deed to a hiker
in need; most commonly in the form of food, beverage, and/or transportation.
Trail Magic has a knack of occurring when a hiker’s spirits are approaching the
danger zone. Pure serendipity.
Scenario:
It’s 6:30 pm. The sun is already getting close to tucking away behind the moun-
tains. We had just completed mile #19 in order to get away from another hiker
who has consistently and independently scared the bajesus out of numerous
fellow thru-hikers with his erratic and fugitive-like behavior (demanding pic-
tures of him be deleted, keeping his contents locked inside of his backpack, eye
color: black, etc). I kid you not when I say this guy is by far and away the most
widely talked about individual on the trail this year. Apparently giving off serial
killer vibes is good publicity.
Just as we drop our packs in a state of complete exhaustion (but mostly relief
to have escaped) and start to mentally prepare for our short 4 mile jaunt into
Franklin, NC the following morning, there, in the distance, heading toward the
very same shelter is none other than Captain Crazy himself. I had hiked an extra
six miles already to avoid becoming the sequel to Deliverance.
At this point, we realized there were two options:
1) Force a few extra calories into our system, ignore the our body’s signals of
over-exhaustion, and go the extra four miles into Franklin.
or
2) Fall victim to RapeMurder.
So, as we’re hiking back to Franklin, Badger, Whoop, and Road Dog (who has
formed the third head of our hiking trio of late), unpleasantly discover that the
majority of these four miles are uphill. For those who have never tried hiking
uphill with 30 lbs on your back, after already expending all of the day’s ener-
gy, you can experience this pain for yourself by having someone push a fully
stacked library bookshelf on your defenseless body. And the bookshelf shall
remain there for two hours. And then you must birth octoplets. Five of these
octoplets must go onto be offensive linemen in the NFL.
Two hours of hyper-misery later, we arrived to our destination, the highway—
but we’re still 12 miles outside of Franklin. It was now time to find a hitch into
town. Again, there were a few problems:
1) There were three of us. Three people + three packs is simply too much
matter for most vehicles.
2) It’s dark. Not only has the traffic flow dropped drastically, but cars usually
can’t see you until it’s too late to pull over.