18 , 1981 Thursday From Gonzo!s Appalachian
Woke up at 5:30 to have an early start and get into Elk Park early.
After descending from the shelter down Roan or Cloudland (whichever,
if they are not the same) reached Carvers Gap and began the
traverse over several balds. Very nice walking on the balds. Made
good time until I met a couple camped directly on the trail, more
or less blocking the way up the mountain. They asked me If I was going
to hike up Grassy Bald. I thought it was mentioned in the guide, but
actually the trail skirted around it. He let me go on up and I
noticed a shortage of white blazes, actually a total lack of them.
After reaching the summit and descending a while, I stopped to read
the guidebook as I began to think this was not the correct trail.
After reading, I decided this wasnt the trail. I walked back
down and he said he was sorry. The trail actually turned off to the
left, right at their campsite. A very ambiguous turn no double
blaze that I saw to indicate a turn. I started booking (hiking fast)
once again, and went thru some tall weeds that were wet. My feet got
soaked even though I had gaiters on. The moisture wicked right down
my socks. Hiked up Yellow Mountain and met two people we had run into
at Nolichucky from Pennsylvania. the ATC life member, and his
son. Harry F. Hart R.D.1 Box 210 Hummelstown, PA 17036. Currator of
Raush Gap Shelter. They were on their way to Nolichucky, hiking southbound.
I also met four other day-hikers after Hump Mountain. Had a Pop- Tart
on top of Hump, but the summit provided no views, being all fog shrouded.
Most of the trail today was down hill, but the uphill parts on Yellow
Mountain and Hump Mountain were tough. Reached highway 19E between
12:30 1:00pm I believe. I walked down the road to a small store
where I had a soda (Spring Wine?) and a pint of Butter Pecan ice cream.
From there I hiked into the town of Elk Park, and immediately went
about to find the PO, where I picked up a package and a letter from
the Kamphoeffners, including one sent by their daughter Janice.
No forewarded package though. Like a kid at Christmas, I sat outside
and opened my stuff. Just as I was getting ready to leave, I turn
and see Chuck walking toward the PO, and just beyond, Bruce and Pat
in a pickup! What a coincidence. Chuck had to check to see if there
was a package for him. There wasnt. I hopped into the truck
with the rest as the driver, Scotty, took us to Roan Mountain State
Park camp area to spend the night. Cost us $4.77 for two tents
one site. Nice and cheap per person rate. Scotty was to come by in
the morning and drive us the 10 or so miles back to the trail. Chuck
and I have to go back to the PO in the morning to see if we received
anything. (I am still expecting the original shipment of money sent
by Mom and then forewarded once it arrived in Hot Springs) We enjoyed
a swim for $1.35 each at a nearby pool, and ate spaghetti, a salad,
and a hot fudge sundae desert for $4.46 each. Bland spaghetti sauce,
desert was good, but not enough for the price. Sat around and wrote
Connie a letter in the evening, just after 9:00 pm. Tried to call
Carl also no answer. Slept in Chucks little 2 man Gimme-Shelter.