Neels Gap to Springer Mountain, GA, Saturday March 14 to Monday March 16, 2015 — This is a dirty story. In fact it’s going to be filthy! But, it’s not about what you think it is. It’s about Georgia mud.
When this patrol started, it had been raining nonstop for eight days. The trail is a sodden River of viscous mud. The hikers are coated with it. Their soggy tents have been pitched in it. They’re filthy and everybody needs a break.
The aphorism on the AT is “No rain. No pain. No Maine.” Well, we’re breaking in the AT Thru Hiker Class of 2015 the right way. Between the epic snow, cold and endless rain, for sure they’ll have earned some bragging rights.
I started my new patrol from Neels Gap (mile 30). So far I’ve run into many hikers I met earlier in the week on Springer Mountain. They were a cheerful lot having come this far. But, to a person, they want to dry out.
Ditto for the hikers who dragged themselves into the Top of Georgia hostel where I’ve set up my base camp. At least hostels are a safe haven from the elements.
Some people are damp because the don’t know how to stay dry. Rain gear alone isn’t enough.
For example, tent pitching is a good place to start. There are ways to pitch tents in the rain that minimizes the opportunity for water to wet the sleeping compartment. The secret is getting the fly up first, then ducking under it to hang the sleeping compartment. Reverse the process when striking the tent.
I’ve demonstrated this technique several times. I love it when you can see that little flash bulb go off when the hikers get it. It doesn’t eliminate all dampness, but it’s a huge improvement over the alternative where rain pools on your tent floor after beating its way through your mosquito netting while you struggle with the rain fly.
Unfortunately after a week of nonstop sop the damp infiltrates everything no matter what you do.
The rain finally quit on day two. The viscosity of the treadway morphed from soup to solid in just hours. It was almost as if a miracle occurred right under my muddy clodhoppers.
Without rain to lubricate the trail, the hikers joy returned. The thousand yard stare yielded to the warmth of days 30 degrees warmer than what they’d been experiencing.
From rain soaked to salt stained.
Of course the heat cooked up its own challenges. Dehydration eats you from the inside out. Thirst is a hard master, so be careful what you’re wishing for.
Late middle age can be unforgiving in these conditions. I encountered a proud former Philidelphia cop struggling up hill. His burdens were typical for early hikers – too much gear, out of shape (but not overweight), serious dehydration and mental doubts. He was thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?”
This is when the unfit begin to realize how far their apple can fall from the tree of success. They begin thinking of the comforts of home, and some succumb.
I stayed with this hiker until he consumed enough water and refined sugar products to get a mental grip. Then I moved on.
The day ended atop Springer, that perpetual well spring of hope and optimism. The sun was shining and the Warrior Hikers were present to start their long healing march the next morning. It doesn’t get better than that out here.
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Great that you have the experience to share with them. Most have no idea how big the challenges are going to be to go all the way through. After following your blog last year, I have a much bigger appreciation for all that it demands.
Keep up the good work. Some of these folks will make it. You are helping them get started in the best way.
That’s the reward for being here.
I have, thankfully, always been able to avoid pitching tent in the rain…thanks for the tip! It makes perfect sense! 🙂
May the weather gods continue in your favor!
Haha! Yes, please 🙂 Obviously not a thru hiker!
Thanks so much for the update!
You look into the eyes of the dazed yet hopeful hiker warriors and wonder…”will they make it???” Kinda sad that you won’t know how many will make it..
Like you said, you can’t judge a pack by its cover. One guy quit after only two tenths of a mile a couple of days ago. I never would have called that one.
Dang!!!! That must be a record!!! I always wonder what happened to a guy Diane & I ran across. The one that was carrying all the metal can goods, soaked in sweat and looked like he wanted to curl up next to the trial and cry…..