Nine and half miles, our longest day of hiking yet. We strolled into Hawk Mountain Shelter; were greeted as “the Yoga Sisters;” met with the grossest privy this side of the Mason-Dixon; discovered that when surrounded by other males, Greg was inclined to take their side; punched Yukon Cornelius, started a fireside brawl, settled everythingContinue reading “Chapter Fifteen: Sasquatch”
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Chapter Thirteen: Thank You, Trail
I spent an inordinate amount of time on the trail thinking about eating. It was now Tuesday, our fourth day of hiking, and our bear canister held enough food to get us to the Above the Clouds hostel the next evening. Sassafras Mountain now stood between me and the Twix bar I had begunContinue reading “Chapter Thirteen: Thank You, Trail”
Chapter Two: Firetalker
When he was seven years old, my father-in-law fell and burnt his leg on the metal grate covering the boiler that heated the house. Granny and Pop took him to the doctor, had the burn treated, and then called a distant cousin from up in North Carolina—to talk the fire out. The practice of fire-talkingContinue reading “Chapter Two: Firetalker”
Chapter One: Bad Vibes at Hawk Mountain Shelter
Nine and a half miles, our longest day of hiking yet. We strolled into camp at Hawk Mountain Shelter and found Dorothy had arrived some time before us. “The Yoga Sisters!” she cried out and leapt down from a picnic table as Toto yelped from the loft of the three-sided hut. My sister’s eyes flittedContinue reading “Chapter One: Bad Vibes at Hawk Mountain Shelter”
Rocks & Roots 