5 , 1983 Friday (653.9 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
early this morning and ate a supper for breakfast. I probably did
this when I realized that there might not be much water at my camp
tonight, or possibly I felt like I needed more energy after such
a strenuous four days as I had just gone through.
Jug End road for a while until it intersected Highway 41, then continued
on to intersect with Bow Wow Road (can't imaging how this road got
that name) until turning right onto Lime Kiln Road which lead past
an abandoned lime kiln. Soon after this the trail crossed US 7 and
began the climb up June and East Mountains. I think this is the
area where there had been a relocation that I found irritating.
If memory serves me, the trail went up the mountain and then seemed
to go right back down the same side. Just a vague memory, but I
know something weird was going on there. While on this section I
encountered a couple of foresters who were investigating timber
trespassing in the area. They asked me some questions about seeing
anything suspicious, but I had not.
reaching route 23, I stopped at an establishment called "The
Turning Point" since there was a public phone beside the building,
and took the opportunity to call my mother and arrange to have the
boots that I had used in my pre-hike training trek across Illinois
sent to me. The pair of boots that I had been using had developed
a problem with the sole beneath my toes. They had lasted this long
since the repairs in Damascus, Virginia, but the additional thousand
or so miles began to take their tole. The sole was releasing
and flapping in the breeze with each step. I arranged to have
her quickly send the boots to Cheshire, Massachusetts, a few days
up the trail. Was this new development going to be the end of my
long adventure? I was hoping that my feet had been sufficiently
"hardened" by the many miles that I had already put in
and that no problems would result from switching boots.
on the phone, she told me that she had been to the Post office the
day before and had already sent a package first class to the town
of Cheshire. But I needed the boots, so she would have to quickly
return to the post office today to send out the boots separately.
To help speed them along, she sent them airmail (cost $8.71 plus
postal receipt). We talked for about 9 minutes (cost $5.61).
at Benedict Pond a little farther past route 23, where there was
a picnic area and swimming in the pond. I paid the 25¢ to swim
in the water and had myself a nice break. I met a nice couple from
Connecticut who offered me two homemade blueberry muffins, a couple
of cups of milk, and a candy bar. Of course I did not refuse. The
generosity of the people I have met is inspiring, they give hope
in a world full of bad things. Eventually thunder began to be heard
in the distance and the sky looked as though rain was coming our
way. This was my signal to make sure that I was in a shelter by
evening, so off I went.
Mt. Wilcox has two shelters located on its slopes. One on each side
of the mountain, about two miles apart. The first one reached as
I continued up the trail was the South Wilcox Shelter, which had
a nice spring. The other shelter was located on the opposite side
of the mountain. I did not want to start my day tomorrow with an
uphill climb, so I collected enough water and hauled it over to
the North Wilcox Shelter where I decided to spend the night. Not
long after arriving at the Northern shelter, the rain began to fall
- once again I was lucky enough to have reached shelter in time!
The shelter was huge! It could easily have accommodated 10 - 15
hikers. I had traveled a mere 18.5 miles today. Interesting how
after many days of over twenty miles per day, 18 miles seems like
a short day.
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983