Wednesday, August 30, 2017

A Small Slice of a Big Pie


What happens when two Heather's go hiking?  I had the privilege of finding out last week.  My Mom's best friend Heather had been wanting to hike a few sections of the Appalachian Trail for quite a while.  When she approached me about doing some sections inside Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area, I happily assisted with the planning and offered to tag along.  Fortunately, she had most of the camping gear we would need so all I had to do was provide another car for vehicle shuttles and trail maps so we wouldn't get lost.  We also got lucky on lodging!  Huge shout out to AMC Camp Mohican in New Jersey for letting us tent camp and use their facilities for 3 nights.  They have a great program up there and we thoroughly enjoyed our stay!    

The first day of the hike dawned hot and humid.  By the time we got on the trail it was already in the 80's and very hazy as well.  We hiked from Camp Mohican to Millbrook Road. Fortunately, the first day was the shortest at approximately 3.5 miles. The views were beautiful but a bit short sighted because of the dense, hot air.  The highlight of Day 1 was the Catfish Fire Tower!  I had heard about this amazing tower from many of my co-workers but this was the first time I had seen it in person.  Climbing up to the top provided stunning views of the surrounding landscape.  I already have plans to come back in the Fall to see the leaves turn from this amazing vantage point.

After completing the first few miles of our hike, we set up our tents and took a shower.  Shortly after eating dinner it became clear that a big storm was brewing.  As it turned out, we wouldn't be needing our tents that night because the weather threatened a tornado and the rain, lightning, and thunder got so bad that the staff offered us a key to a cabin for the night. We gratefully accepted.

Day 2 of our hike was approximately 5.5 miles long.  The photo to the right shows a nice, flat section of the trail which we enjoyed for a good distance and which enabled us to make some good time.  I highlight that flat trail because the entire rest of the distance we hiked was the exact opposite!  In fact, I will be happy if I never see another rock again for the rest of my life.  The terrain was a nuisance and we are lucky that neither of us twisted an ankle!

Millbrook Road to Crater Lake was a beautiful section of the trail.  Probably the most memorable part was right at the end when we encountered the rock wall.  As it turns out, we almost missed it completely because we had taken a wrong turn.  When we figured that out, we turned back and got on the AT again which immediately greeted us with a nearly vertical wall of rock to scale!  With some determination and careful foot placement, both Heather's made it to the top successfully.
 Day 3 of the hike took us from Crater Lake to Brinks Shelter Road in Stokes State Forest (5.5 miles).  Out of all four hiking days I was the most nervous about that one.  I knew that there was a possibility that we may have to do a water crossing at the end to get back to the main road where I had parked my car but I was in denial and hoping against actually needing to.  Unfortunately, that hope did not pan out.  The thing was we had finished our AT section for the day.  We were both incredibly tired and our feet hurt quite a bit from the rocks and the steep nature of the trail that day.  We were only about 1 mile from my car but all of a sudden we were stopped in our tracks by a giant SWAMP.  The funny thing about the swamp was that it still looked a bit like a road.  You could see where the road used to be but you could not actually see where the road picked back up on the other side of the water (or even if it did at all!).  Upon consulting with my map, we had no other option.  We would have to walk THROUGH THE SWAMP.     

Heather and I took off our shoes and socks and ventured slowly into the murky water.  I went first.  At first, it was not that deep and I could see my feet.  However, as the trek wore on, the water got deeper and deeper until it covered my knees!  At that point I could not see my feet or how deep the water got so I asked for one of Heather's hiking poles.  Fortunately, this helped me judge whether or not to take the next step.  What it did not tell me is whether there would be a fish or a turtle or a snake waiting there for my foot.  I'm glad we made it through without the local wildlife making my foot its next snack!

For Day 4 of the hike, we turned south.  Camp Mohican to Sunfish Pond and down the Garvey Springs Trail for a total of 5.5 miles. The last day was the least eventful but definitely the most rocky and steep.  At the end of the hike, we were both happy to be done.  We felt extremely accomplished! I wanted to note how many times this hike reminded me of Route 66.  Danielle will remember the main similarity.  I reminisced about how dependent we were on the little brown signs to confirm to us that we were still on the right road.  It was the same thing on the AT.  Only, instead of looking for little brown signs, the endless search was for the next white, rectangular paint blaze.   

Braving the elements, admiring the views, peeing in the woods, and experiencing being one with nature for 4 days was more fulfilling and renewing than I would have expected.  No wonder so many hike the entire trail from Georgia to Maine.  I am truly in awe of the people who accomplish the entire thing!  We met a large handful of those people along the trail and each one of them had a different story and reason for hiking the trail.  It was cool to interact a bit with all of them and I wish them the best in completing their endeavor.  


Maybe one of my future posts will tell tales of a section hike of the AT in Shenandoah NP!  It's already in the works. Stay tuned to find out...

26 en Francais


I've had some pretty cool birthdays in my time, but I must admit not one has been quite as adventurous as 26 was for me this year! On my flight from Miami to Martinique all I kept thinking was, "I can't believe you're actually doing this!"  Now, looking back through all the pictures I took, I keep thinking, "Wow.  I can't believe you actually DID that!!"  See?  Sometimes I even impress myself.

Everyone who found out about my travel plans usually asked me some form of the question, "Why there?" My answer was slightly difficult to explain in French but, honestly, I saw an advertisement on Instagram last year sometime and tried to make it work then.  Plans fell through and I forgot about it for a while.  Then, earlier this summer my supervisor and I were driving around the park and he asked me whether I had any vacations planned yet.  I told him I did not because I figured all hands were needed on deck to keep all hell from breaking lose once schools let out for the year.  His response essentially pushed me to go on the adventure of a lifetime.  I doubt he expected me to take his advice to such an extreme, but the pieces fell into place and I booked a flight which would land me in the French Caribbean for one week in late July.
  
I learned a lot on this trip.  Chief among those lessons was that island life is EXPENSIVE.  I had planned on spending a certain amount on the flight and hotel but had not factored in forgetting my beach towel, lunch and dinner every day, transportation to and from the airport (because the FREE shuttle didn't exist), and other miscellaneous expenses.

I also learned that although it was definitely peaceful to travel alone, next time I will try harder to find a travelling companion.

I was pleased to discover how much of my French education I have retained over the years. Reading is my strongest suit, next is speaking, and last is comprehension.  All three were rusty when I first arrived but with practice and a good translator app on my phone, I managed to maneuver the island with success.
 During my stay in Martinique, I quickly discovered that exploring the entire island would prove to be cost-prohibitive.  Instead, I spent a lot of time by the hotel swimming pool and sitting on several different beaches within walking distance of the hotel.  Fortunately there were also many restaurants across the street from where I was staying so I never got bored with the food selection.  These were also significantly less expensive than the restaurant on the hotel grounds which I ate at on the first night.  Let's just say I learned that lesson quickly!
The highlight of the entire trip was definitely my birthday!  My parents encouraged me to pick a special activity to do for the day and offered to sponsor it.  Now that it wasn't my own wallet taking the hit, the world became my oyster.  I located the pile of brochures which I had picked up on the first day in the hotel lobby and I found one for a day-long catamaran cruise.  It looked like a lot of fun!  So the next morning, I woke up early, ate breakfast, and headed down to the marina.  I ended up getting on the boat with a group of 22 other folks who quite obviously knew each other already.  I found out that they were all friends and family who had gathered for a mutual friend's wedding on the island the day before.  They were from Aix-en-Provence in the south of France.  One girl in particular, Martine, really befriended me and introduced me to the whole group.  She spoke English very well and was even able to translate some of the tour for me!  It was such a blessing to meet these people and spend the day with them.  They made my birthday the best one yet!

The cruise took us around the southern part of the island.  I got to see beaches I would not have otherwise seen and I got to go snorkeling three times!  The first two times I saw multi colored fish and the third plunge treated us to views of a sea turtle eating a fish!  At one point on our way back to port, we stopped and got onto a dingy in small groups.  The dingy operator took us into a cave with bats hanging on the ceiling, crabs skittering along the walls, and brightly colored coral visible just under the water.
Despite the terrible sunburn I got on my back from all the snorkeling on my birthday, I wouldn't have changed a thing.  Well, maybe besides putting more sunscreen on!  And for the record, in case anyone else isn't sure, women can travel on their own just as well as men can! 

Au revoir et a demain,
Noelle