This is the definition of a blowdown. For perspective, Sara is six feet tall.
Shenandoah and the Washington Nationals Parks, July 1 – 4, 2022 — The month of Hades arrived right on schedule and so did Sara Leibold to pick up her AT ridgerunner duties right where she left off last year.
This tough angel does not fear the month of July in Virginia when it’s hot, hot, hot – and muggy.
We started out with the usual equipment issue and check into White Oak Cabin where Sara checked the log book to see who’d been there since her time last season. We then adjourned for the first night at Indian Run Maintenance Hut, but not before picking up some pizza in Luray.
Muscleman Dan split some firewood.
I’ve had to saw my way down the fire road the last three visits.
Before any of this happened, Sara stopped at my house for a special pizza and to pick up the keys she needs at PATC Hq. where she found a shelter log book from 2016 that documents her first night as a ridgerunner.
Sara loves Apple House doughnuts, a treat from a local eatery. Dan brought some for breakfast at our first shelter stop and Sara ate even crumbs down to the last grain of sugar.
By now, readers know the drill – break up illegal fire rings, clear brush and disguise campsites that are noncompliant with backcountry regulations.
Tree crown across the trail.
Clearing the brush. The reference to Silky is a professional brand of pruning saw.
Sara notes results.
More necessary drudge. At least she can claim the views.
Ridgerunner perk – blackberry milkshakes at Elk Wallow.
While Sara continued her patrol, I enjoyed the Fourth with dear friends and our hapless Nats.
Sisu
When it’s Dan’s time they’re going to have to pry that maul from his cold, stiff fingers. Or maybe just leave it there and throw a couple of logs in for him to work on.
My hapless Cubs are .415, much better than your Nationals at .357. We need to pick better teams.
The Nats are my convenient local team. I’m really a member of the Red Sox cult.