Quick Trip

April 26, 2023 / jim fetig / Leave a comment

Wild flame azalea

Shenandoah National Park, April 25, 2023 — My new job as club president is keeping my away from the outdoors, more than I would have thought. In addition, this month’s Hoodlums work trip was rained out. I needed an outdoor fix.

My excuse: Yesterday was the park staff’s annual meeting with its partners – park association, trust, concessionaire, and volunteer organizations. It’s a chance to share, learn and maintain relationships. After the meeting I drove an hour northward.

A blowdown was calling near the summit on the section Caroline and I maintain. After the meeting, I dashed up the mountain to clear it. It was a step-over, so not the highest priority. We left it during spring cleaning because we didn’t think we had time to cut it with a hand saw.

The weather was ideal, a sunny 47 degrees. No breeze and no sweat on the hike up to the summit. It’s been awhile since I’ve been solo. The solitude was priceless.

Got there and it was gone. Much later I realized our first ridgerunner was on the trail and that he probably removed it. Meanwhile, the greenbrier and blackberry canes are starting to go nuts. My clippers clocked overtime.

The inspection established everything was in shipshape. The spring was flowing well. No major concerns other than we can anticipate more than our fair share of weeds.

The azalea and mountain laurel are beginning to bloom. We have a walkabout planned for May 13 to catch peak flowers. That date seems about right.

As one might expect, the animals are very active.

Coyotes mark their territory with scat. It’s possible that this is two males arguing over the boundary. This has happened several times along game trails lower down. This rock was part of some steps much further up the mountain, so I’m not certain exactly what the story is. In addition, found some bear scat, cub size, near the trailhead. That’s the fist bear scat in awhile.

Fresh bear activity. There’s not much to eat right now – mostly acorns and other nuts under the leaf litter, and insects. The bears use their claws to shred rotting logs to expose the bugs inside. This is a black birch. They are soft and rot quickly – good bug habitat.

Blowdowns never end. This one is a minor obstruction at 12″ in diameter. It’s going to need a bigger saw. We’ll get it next work trip which should be May 20.

Sisu

Where Ya Been?

February 20, 2023February 21, 2023 / jim fetig / 3 Comments

Ice-downed pine on a Pass Mountain tent pad.

Shenandoah National Park, January and February 2023 — Ice storm pick up sticks continues. We’re now on the trails. The AT in the North District is clear and mostly clear elsewhere. We’re teaming with the Park Service crews and the Appalachian Conservation Corps (an AmeriCorps group) to get after the approximately 400 miles of blue blaze (side) trails in the park. Many of them are steep in tight canyons that funnel and speed up the wind. The Venturi effect dramatically increases wind speed and consequently the number of downed trees and branches.

Don’t hold your breath for this job to get done. It’s going to be awhile as the video, photos and narrative will illustrate.

My new duties as club president also eat time like an addict finding their next fix. The PATC is a complex organization and perhaps the largest volunteer service organization in the region. We have nearly 9,000 members, maintain most of the hiking trails in the National Capitol Region, operate soon to be 48 rental cabins, 45 camping shelters, several trail centers and the Bears Den Hostel.

So far, it’s a job for a one-armed paper hanger. You’re going to be busy with planning, reports, relationships, Zoom calls, and the politics associated with the large number of people needed to manage this much complexity. That doesn’t leave nearly as much time to put your boots in the mud or to write blogs.

Since the December ice storm, the weather has been generally good. We’ve had individual maintainers and small crews out almost continually, weather dependent. My batting average is down, but I’m still in the game.

Clearing tree crowns and large branches is like cutting hair and can be tedious work. Pole saws help, but we don’t have that many of them. Loppers are the tool of choice. All you need is time and patience.

Sometimes you find a real honker. Naturally, it blocked the AT near Thornton Gap. This one was partially hollow, a condition that presented its own challenges for the sawyer, Wayne Limberg, the AT district manager of the North District.

Sometimes the pick up sticks land in odd ways. Some of these were driven into the ground like stakes. All of them had unusual binds, making it easy to trap the saw.

My friend Josh Fuchs is a blue blaze district manager in the Central District. He also owns a moon bounce business. Ever clever, he invented way of attaching a chainsaw to any pack using spare moon bounce materials. This makes it much easier to schlepp awkward Old Betsy up the mountain.

It’s not just Old Betsy. That pack also has a liter of fuel, extra bar oil, Kevlar chainsaw chaps, trauma kit, Silky folding saw. wedges, hatchet. radio, spare clothing, lunch and so much more. Not sure what it weighs, but it’s a respectable number.

On one trip, the pin that holds the starter pawls broke and and I might as well been hiking a dumbbell back to the car. I’ll be honest. I didn’t even know what a pawl was, but thanks to professor YouTube and Amazon Prime, I made the repair the next day.

Had to leave one tree that Dan Hippe clipped with his Mattel-like battery saw.

Yesterday we organized a crew to work on Compton Peak and Piney Branch.

We taught Caroline to use the pole saw. No certification or chaps needed.

The bench we built this fall got some use.

She put her new found knowledge to work on a large tree we found blocking Keyser Run Fire Road on our way to demolish a nasty tangle on Piney Branch.

Keyser Run fire road was an absolute mud hole. Type II fun. It was an all-battery power event!

This beauty was yesterday’s final objective. Several complex binds. One large branch with side bind moved 15 inches. In some cases, knowing how the tree will behave when cut can save life or limb.

The pole saw reach and stand off made many of the cuts much safer. I’m a believer.

Lots of debris to clear.

One of the trees was a hard maple and the sap was running.

End product.

After all that, we stopped at “lunch rock” before heading home.

Sisu

Shenandoah Ice Storm Clean up II

December 30, 2022 / jim fetig / 2 Comments

Shenandoah National Park, Skyline Drive near Thornton Gap, December 29, 2022 — Could a wood chipper be a bird? The name sounds like it might be. In this case the yellow breasted wood chipper is a machine whose song sounds like it is loudly clearing its throat every time you stuff a chunk of wood into its famished gut. Hearing protection required.

A dozen Hoodlums gathered Thursday to answer the park’s call for volunteer help.

We come organized teams, trained, equipped with organic leadership and experience following park safety protocols. We require no supervision in most cases, but we’re used to working along side our park service counterparts. It really doesn’t get better than that.

On Thursday, we divided into two teams, a small chainsaw team and the larger group to feed the chipper starting at Thornton Gap, headed north toward Beahms Gap.

There’s more wood down than one would imagine. It’s important to clear, not only the drive, but the road margins where seasonal mowers need to work. In some places, that doubles the area requiring clean up.

It’s a slow, mind-numbing stoop labor dance done to the brrrrrrrt and rhythm of the wood chipper’s song. Hey, somebody’s got to do it and it brings us together for another adventure.

In some places the sun has melted the ice and snow while in those mostly shady areas, in spite of the higher temperatures the past couple of days, it’s going to be awhile before the ice and snow are gone.

It’s like a chain gang on an endless play loop – see stick, walk to stick, pick up stick, take stick to chipper, put stick into chipper, chipper burps thank you – played over and over.

The park served us a warm lunch at the Pass Mountain overlook. We could finally reminisce with our ear muffs off. Then we were back at it.

Team work as Wayne Limberg, AT District Manager, and Caroline Egli stuff the chipper.

At one point the chipper broke. My completely uninformed guess is a sheer pin. Fortunately a spare was strategically located at Thornton Gap. Unfortunately is was a less powerful model that seemed to regurgitate mulch rather than spray it. While we were waiting we decided to dump some logs into the woods.

Looking at the large logs, I was thinking it was a good time to capture some video for this blog. For the record, I rolled my share over the edge. Note the sound of the frozen green log as it hits the icy pavement.

Not all logs are equal.

New chipper at work. The flywheel takes a bit to recover energy. The line looks like restroom queue.

Shortly after 3 p.m., we called it a day. The Hoodlums would be back in the morning.

Sisu

Shenandoah Ice Storm Clean up

December 24, 2022 / jim fetig / 1 Comment

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Shenandoah National Park, End of December, 2022 — The ice storm from a week ago made Skyline Drive look like a combat zone. Hundreds and hundreds of trees and branches are down along all 105 miles of road that meanders along the ridgeline that forms the backbone of the park’s geography.

Damage reports suggest that the north district from Front Royal to Swift Run Gap seems to have been hit the hardest.

The park leadership assessed the damage and asked qualified volunteers to join the clean up effort. That request is a testament to the integration of PATC volunteers into park operations and the faith the park has in our ability to deliver value when we are asked to help.

It’s obvious from the photo that the clean up is a labor intensive effort. Each one of those branches and tree trunks has to be removed from the roadway. The roadsides also have to be cleared to the treeline so that mowers can operate in the growing season. That is a lot of stoop labor.

Those of us who normally work on trails learned a lot about the process of cleaning up the “drive” after a storm. Here’s a hint: They use a lot of “big boy” toys – bucket trucks, graspers, chippers, and loaders in addition to chainsaws, loppers, pruning saws, and rakes.

The larger debris gets piled up to be loaded into large dump trucks and hauled to the park boneyard.

The lesser debris is fed into a chipper, thereby speeding up the circle of life by feeding the forest back to itself as mulch. We learned a lot thanks to our park service partners.

Although there always seems to be a chipper operating in my urban-forested neighborhood, I never gave them much thought. Now I know they’re driven by a giant flywheel and grinders capable of crunching 15-inch logs with ease! We even learned how to clear jams and reset them. Hearing protection is mandatory. Them suckers is loud!!!

While PATC volunteers were helping in other areas of the park, the North District Hoodlums answered the call in their home territory. I think the park expected that we would have only enough to help feed the chipper.

We beat that expectation and divided ourselves up into two groups, one to stuff the chipper and the other to clear the area around the Dickey Ridge Visitor Center followed by work on the drive.

By lunch time, the chipping was nearly done. We decided to finish chipping and then join forces for the remainder of the day.

As you can see, it’s tedious work.

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As the day ended, your enthusiastic volunteers dragged their tired butts back to the rendezvous point. We finished chipping the first four miles of Skyline from Front Royal to Dickey Ridge. We cleared the drive four more miles beyond, nearly to mile post 9.

This blog is written to offer insight into what goes on behind the scenes. This was another peek. Judging by what’s left and the potential damage of today’s bomb cyclone storm, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Thanks to Wayne Limberg, Cindy Ardecki, Justin Corddry, Dan Hippe, Tom Moran and our National Park Service colleagues. They supplied good company, shared some of these photos and and cared enough to volunteer their time and expertise.

Sisu

Digital Fitness. There’s an app for that.

November 27, 2022November 28, 2022 / jim fetig / 6 Comments

Home gym.

Home Gym, November 26, 2022 — Being in shape has been a lifelong priority. Fitness itself is not the primary objective. Instead, being in shape is a means to a higher quality of life and an open invitation to activities denied those who have gone to seed, especially at my age.

I doubt it will extend my life my much, if at all. I do think it immeasurably improves quality of life and experience.

Being fit allows me to hike hundreds of miles with far younger people as a peer, not an elder for whom they have to stop and wait. While we can find meaningful trail work for almost any level of fitness, the fit folks can do the good stuff – carry heavy tools on strenuous approach marches, work with big rocks and heavy timber, and schlep chainsaws up and over the mountain du jour.

It truly makes a difference when you can run with the big dogs.

This spring, the balloon popped. The personal training gym franchise for which I was a loyal customer for 16 years, changed ownership. The previous owner was a bodybuilder/gym rat first and a business owner second. As a West Point grad, we bonded over our mutual military service. When he sold, I understood, but was disappointed nevertheless.

The new owner was friendly enough, but was also a newly minted mid-life MBA. He was amassing a collection of gyms in several states. For him, it was all about the dollars, and my opinion, very little about sense. I girded my loins for Mr. Finance.

As I anticipated, he raised my rate. I was heavily discounted for a couple of reasons, including as one who paid well in advance. Cash is king in a small business. Customers who give you interest-free money are the ones to love.

Love wasn’t exactly the new owner’s approach.

A little TLC would have gone a long way toward winning me over. He could have simply said to me, “Hey bro. Thanks for the free classes and hikes you led and for paying so far in advance, but costs are increasing dramatically. I’ve gotta make payroll, insurance and rent. In appreciation for your loyalty, I’m going to give you the best deal I can.”

I could afford the new rates. Instead the sterility of the transaction turned me off. I kept thinking the rate increase would be the first of many until he got me paying the full non-discounted amount.

So I quit. Now what?

The new terms were still reasonable. It’s not like I could find a better deal somewhere else. Individual personal training is priceless and rightfully expensive. Group training is near worthless, for me anyways, so I thought I try one of the new apps.

There’s also a twist.

During the pandemic, we trained virtually via Zoom. I decided to push myself hard and dramatically increased the amount of weight I could lift. My then personal trainer, Sam, did an excellent job coaching me as I improved.

Secret: I have hated the weight room my entire athletic life. Weights can make you humble. They can bring you to your knees and turn your limbs to jelly. Their ultimate revenge can put you either on your ass, or in the driver’s seat of the porcelain bus. That “Fatigue makes cowards of us all” is a profoundly true statement. Weights can exact revenge far faster than sprinting suicides. (Wind sprints for older folk.)

Father time also weighed in. As one ages, connective tissue becomes less elastic. We become far less flexible. Pushing the weight led to tendonitis almost everywhere and occasional sciatica. Moreover, during this period, I finally graduated to the medicines commonly prescribed for people my age. Among them statins, to lower cholesterol, can have some nasty side effects.

Fortunately for me, they were minimal, but added to the tendonitis and some muscle cramping.

Quitting gave me a chance to take a break. I decided to take the summer off from lifting to recover while I searched for a fitness app that would work for me.

Taking time off isn’t always the best thing to do. In fitness, there is a concept known as detraining or regression. When one stops or dramatically reduces exercising, fitness levels drop slowly as fist, then much faster. In this equation, age is an exponent. The ability to run five miles can become one mile seemingly over night. The same applies to strength training or any other strenuous activity.

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The effect was soon noticeable. When Sam and I were sawing away on this brutal (triple bind) blowdown in October, I noticed that my fitness level had decreased precipitously. Sam was kind enough not to mention it, but I could not hold my own for the first time ever. I had allowed myself to regress to the mean. It was embarrassing, but highly motivational.

Now to find the right weight training app.

During the summer I had messed around with more than a dozen fitness apps. Then I discovered “Future.”

Future is maladroitly named. I think it’s founders were thinking it is the future of personal training apps, and I think it is. The problem is that the name doesn’t suggest much of anything. The name is certainly not motivational or aspirational.

Hint. If you’re naming something, start with the audience to which you’re going to sell it. If you’re the owner, you are not the audience.

Here’s the key that sold me. Future comes with a real coach. Remember about my need for accountability? Found it. Add the Apple Watch and Apple health app interfaces and you can’t hide, ghost or fake it. The data tells the truth.

First, about the coach:

Point guard: LSU women’s basketball team. Assistant strength and conditioning coach, Auburn University and North Carolina A&T. M.S. in sport coaching. There’s much more, but simply put, she’s an athlete’s coach. We’ve been working well together for a month.

The coach designs the workouts and monitors the data. After each workout the athlete gets feedback via email or text. Live Zoom calls occur monthly. For someone who knows his way around a gym and values motivation and feedback, this is truly an ideal model. The monthly cost is equal to the weekly cost at the franchise gym. Sounds like a best value to me.

The process starts with a detailed in-take questionnaire which asks about the equipment you have, goals, experience, physical limitations, exercise style and coaching preferences. Based on this information, a coach that should fit your style is assigned, but can be changed at anytime.

A 15-minute Zoom coach/client interview with your new coach follows. We talked about physical limitations, workout design and intensity, frequency and women’s basketball of which I am a huge fan.

There was a lot of trail and error in the first few sessions, but the feedback loop allowed for excellent communication and adjustment.

These screen grabs offer insight into how the app works.

Note interface. Length of workout. Equipment list. Overview is a preview of each exercise. Settings turns data features on/off.

I find the overview feature critical. It allows me to adjust weight or the actual exercise itself before trying to do it in real time. This page shows the warm up for that day’s workout. Each workout starts with a short pep talk from your coach. The coach can also add verbal pointers variously along the way.

Each exercise is continuously demonstrated on a video loop that plays until the reps are completed and the client presses the forward button. Recovery pauses are built in.

At the end of the workout, clients rate the difficulty and provide feedback to their coach. You can add a photo to illustrate problematic exercises or other difficulties such as form.

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The stats are amazing. Dogging workouts: Busted!

More info available and the end of each workout session. In this case the graph shows my level of effort was solid.

The watch and health apps have even more data such as VO2 uptake, blood oxygen, etc.

So far, the Future App has been an excellent choice. Four stars.

Sisu

Why I Vote

November 8, 2022 / jim fetig / 4 Comments

Kensington, Maryland, Election Day, 2022 — We’re lucky. We “walk the vote” at our neighborhood middle school which is a pleasant 10-minute stroll down leafy streets. Most of the leaves are down now but enough are hanging on to offer a pleasant autumn ambiance.

Neighbors were on the same mission, quietly filing along by ones and twos, some pushing strollers, A few held hands, walking with a sense of purpose, as they might on their way to schul on Friday evening or church on Sunday morning.

As voters approached the school entrance, candidate signs decorated the final few yards while campaign reps offered to persuade the undecided.

The early November breeze was just chilly enough to find the gaps in my puffy jacket. The chill reminded me of elections past. Only one other time, in Massachusetts, was walking to vote possible. Mostly you drive, hope to find a place to park, and line up for your turn.

The American armed forces place a lot of emphasis on its members voting without telling them how to vote. Having been a military brat and then a career officer, I’ve watched this process since I can remember. Because most military members are far from home, the effort is all about absentee ballots which must be requested early, making the emphasis on election season seem much longer than in civilian life.

I’ve also served our nation in war and peace. I know what authoritarian regimes look like. Along the way, some of my friends have given all and aren’t here to vote, but all of us have sacrificed some to defend that for which we claim to stand. For me, voting is a continuing duty in honor of those who are no longer with us. That’s why I do it.

For some reason, election day here had a pleasant zen of its own. The people I met were particularly pleasant. I snapped this on my walk today. It seemed about right.

Sisu

Hut Repair and a Day Hike

October 24, 2022October 24, 2022 / jim fetig / 1 Comment

Shenandoah National Park, October 21 – 22, 2022 — The park is probably getting tired of me. I’ve been there six of the last nine days. I won’t mention the gas bill.

First the hike. We were back at it again last Friday when the Gang of Four -1 plus Sara hiked up North Marshall and down Big Devils Stairs on a leaf peeping sojourn. We were not disappointed.

We ended with our usual pizza stop at the ever excellent Rappahannock Pizza Kitchen – a brick oven pizza emporium in Sperryville. https://www.rappahannockpizzakitchen.com/

Now for the weekend highlight. Gravel Spring Hut is a place for hikers to sleep. As it’s name implies, it’s adjacent to a spring and comes with campsites and a composting privy we’ve chronicled before.

The hut’s siding is original inch-thick oak carpentered by the CCC nearly 90 years ago. After all that time, it’s beginning to rot in places due to insect and water damage. In order to save as much history as possible, only the rotted parts of the boards are replaced with rough sawn lumber matching the same dimensions.

Boards are surgically removed rather than the chaotic demo seen on TV home renovation shows.

The scrap was left as a treat for campers to burn. The volume of activity near the huts ensures there isn’t much small firewood around to collect. Since most campers don’t carry small saws, they get stuck trying to burn larger branches that don’t readily lend themselves to campfire fuel.

Next, the boards are cut and sized. Thank heaven for battery-powered tools. Sara, aka Ridgerunner 2, stopped in to lend a hand. She’s given a lot to the park the past two years and PATC in 2016. This year she also was a ridgerunner in Northern Virginia and Maryland. We’re going to miss her.

The boards are carefully placed and screwed into place. Screws eliminate the risk of further damage pounding nails might cause.

Special caulk is stuffed into the cracks followed by paint. Russell Riggs, the hut maintainer, played Rembrandt. The hut is back in service. We’ll be back again when we have more lumber which is donated by a local saw mill.

Sisu

Mother Nature’s Party Dress

October 18, 2022October 19, 2022 / jim fetig / 2 Comments

Shenandoah National Park, October 15 – 16, 2022 — Mother Nature’s autumn soiree is in full swing. She’s dressed in loud colors that evoke AC/DC cranked to the max. She will keep the party rocking until the pumpkin lattes run dry.

The colors truly are spectacular. These are from the Big Devil’s Stairs canyon and the south side of Compton Peak.

So what were we doing there? It’s the third Saturday of the month – Hoodlums work trip day. As always, we organized into several work groups.

Our group was assigned to hike deep into the Big Devil’s Stairs (BDS) gorge to clear a cluster of massive live tulip poplars recently blown down by a possible microburst.

The lower half of BDS hasn’t been maintained in awhile because there is no access from the park boundary. Most people hike to the second canyon overlook and then double back. Few wonder down to the bottom where the views are nil and the trail is steep.

Before we get down to muscle business, let’s celebrate an encore appearance from a special Hoodlum.

Sam Keener became a Hoodlums regular just before the pandemic. During lockdown we met twice weekly over Zoom for personal training sessions. Later she joined the FBI, graduated from their academy at Quantico and is now a Special Agent. Fortunately we’re fake hoodlums. Besides, she’s one of us! You can’t bust yourself.

Sam gave me a FBI Pittsburgh Field Office challenge coin which is now front and center in my trophy case along with a chunk of the Berlin Wall and a piece of the foundation from Check Point Charlie – made famous by a Berlin Crisis standoff between Russian and American tanks.

Back to business.

The going on this one was rough. The bind on each of them was such that these trees wanted to move like Superman, up and away.

We hacked at this cut for more than an hour without being able to muscle through. Sam is a power lifter, so she makes the friction seem far less than it was.

Nearby, the other crew was slogging too. The binds were unusual – side and bottom.

Ultimately we walked down to the other crew. The clock had run out. We’ll be back with many more bodies to finish the job. This was much bigger than five people.

As we licked out wounds, Mother Nature flashed her jewelry in the form of this young timber rattlesnake.

Ole Jake No-shoulders was nonplussed by our presence.

On Friday I sneaked up early to pick up six chainsaw chains I’d left with the Stihl dealer for sharpening.

I spent the night in solitude at the Indian Run maintenance hut, aka Hoodlums clubhouse. I had to hack my way in for the sixth time this year! If only Mother Nature would stop throwing her party favors on the access road! The hut does look like it would be fun to spend an evening there during the Christmas season.

Sisu

Tom Moran kindly contributed photos and videos to this post.

Loose Ends

October 10, 2022October 10, 2022 / jim fetig / 2 Comments

Here and there, October 10, 2022 — Just closing the loose ends. We burned a bunch of firewood and mowed down some pizza at Sara’s farewell this past Saturday.

Recall from the previous blog that I dropped off Sara and Lane Early at the Mason-Dixon line in the rain so they could hike the 41 AT miles in Maryland. They finished at their predicted time. Lane and his wife Colleen have been the caretakers at Blackburn Trail Center all summer.

Poured some Prosecco to toast Sara’s long service as one of our ridgerunners. Though my daughter says it’s fake news, she did take cover behind the glass door. Not sure she had much confidence in my ability to safely pop the cork.

In the bad luck department, Sara’s dad hit a deer on his way up from Alabama. He’s supporting her current adventure biking the C&O Canal – about a 250-mile bike trek through history.

He says it drives ok, but only has one headlight. Glad he was already thinking of buying a new one. Meanwhile, he’s driving her van, not his, which is safely stored in my garage until they return.

Next up: Hoodlums on Saturday with encore appearances. Stay tuned.

Sisu

Seasons end but the work lives on.

October 5, 2022October 5, 2022 / jim fetig / 5 Comments

The Appalachian Trail, September 30 and October 2, 2022 — We’re a month early but my final chapter leading our ridgerunners has been written. Dan Hippe will now keep the flame burning brightly with his capable leadership.

It was a cold and drippy day as Sara and I climbed up to Annapolis Rock one last time to pack up the caretaker site and secure it for the winter. The stuff good enough for next year was packed into the tool box while we carted the UV-rotted tarps to the dumpster at Washington Monument State Park.

Since then, Sara has turned in her radio and keys. She’s hiking all of Maryland’s 41 miles as this is written. I picked her up at 5 a.m. in Harpers Ferry where she left her van, and shuttled her to the Mason-Dixon Line for a 6:15 a.m. pre-dawn start. She expects to finish by 11 p.m. tonight.

My larger role may be changing, but the trail maintenance gig has a long runway in front of it.

The spring on the AT section Caroline and I jointly maintain in Shenandoah National Park was, for all intents and purposes, dry. The ground was saturated but the flow was virtually nonexistent. Tina, my friend of 30 years, Gang of Four hiking group member, and occasional swamper, joined us help remedy the problem.

We dug a catchment basin, inserted a 5 ft. length of PVC pipe and anchored in with large rocks.

It worked! Our next Hoodlums work trip is October 16. We’ll check on it then.

The other reason we were working was to rake and shovel silt out of our waterbars (erosion control structures that direct water off the trail). Our section is particularly sandy and the waterbars need annual cleaning.

This is hard pick and shovel work.

We didn’t count the exact number, but we got three quarters of our waterbars cleaned out. We’ll finish the rest next trip.

Exciting news! After almost two consecutive years working with the Hoodlums Trail Crew and one year co-maintaining this section, Caroline has a trail name.

It’s not something trite like “Sweet Caroline.” Regular readers know that she’s an American/Swiss dual national, so she could have been “Swiss Miss.” It’s far better than those.

Meet Caroline “Dozer” Egli” ’cause she can move dirt.

Sisu

A fork in the road

Yogi said, "When you come to a fork in the road, take it." So I'm following the white blazes.

Quick Trip

Where Ya Been?

Shenandoah Ice Storm Clean up II

Shenandoah Ice Storm Clean up

Digital Fitness. There’s an app for that.

Why I Vote

Hut Repair and a Day Hike

Mother Nature’s Party Dress

Loose Ends

Seasons end but the work lives on.