Sep 23 2015
Our crew debated the distance — was it 26 or 28 miles? — but the fact remains: we hiked all day last Saturday.
From long before sunrise (with head lamps) until the dinner hour. We trudged up grassy ski slopes and hoofed across ridges; we slogged through mud, and marveled at spongy, moss-covered forests; we cursed while wading through weedy, abandoned trails.
But we made it.
Our location for year three? Snowshoe Mountain in West Virginia.
Maisie and I completed the hike at 5 pm… just a shade under 12 hours.
Martin, hobbled by quarter-sized blisters, limped across the finish line a bit later.
In the predawn hours one hiker encountered a bear, and she temporarily lost her way while fleeing the scene. (I was elsewhere on the trail, but you hear things when you’re carrying a walkie-talkie.)
The rest of us observed bear treads in boggy patches.
We also viewed a kick-ass sunrise behind Shavers Lake.
And later, majestic mountain views.
Kudos to the crew of 45 hikers who ventured out last weekend.
And a great big “thank you” to every one who donated — especially those subjected to my ceaseless nagging for contributions.