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July
10, 1983 Sunday (1133.2 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
What
a day today! Interesting and entertaining!
I said
good-bye to Greg and John, and his sleeping friend Zak as I left
Pine Knob Shelter on trail that proved to be nothing really spectacular,
but sometimes quite rocky. Met several people heading south. That
was good, as long as they were not going my way. About ten miles
down the trail I reached an area known as Buzzard Knob. Although
I never mentioned it in my journal, I scribbled a note in my data
book next to the entry identifying it. Only one word was written:
"Sucked!!!" That summed it up.
Anticipating a good view from High Rock, I continued on past one
shelter that I thought was Devils Race Course Shelter, and then
past the one that actually was Devils Race Course Shelter before
I took lunch. I even passed up a huge black snake that would have
fed several hikers. I stopped only for a picture of the reptile.
Not until I had gone fifteen miles and reached High Rock did I stop
for lunch. High Rock was populated by quite a group of people, some
who were just waiting to jump from the cliff. This particular spot
was known for hang gliding, and today was a great day to fly, or
at least watch in my case. Off to the side were parked several hang
gliders waiting their turn to launch. I watched as one guy jumped
and glided safely to the patchwork ground far below. They seemed
to judge the wind by watching the trees below for some action in
the leaves caused by advancing wind. I ate some crackers and cheese
as I watched the gliders. Danny, one of the pilots, gave me a cold
orange juice. I must have spent about two hours up there watching
and waiting for the next pilot to launch. I talked with several
people while on High Rock, they were just as intrigued by long distance
hikers as I was with hang gliding.
The trail dropped off the edge of the High Rock ridge following
a rough and rocky trail over a recent relocation that took the trail
off of the road down to Pen Mar Park; however, the trail still passed
though Pen Mar park after about two and a half miles of descent.
I was surprised to find the park packed with people and a big band
in a nearby pavilion playing dance music. I wandered over to the
concession stand and purchased a coke, an ice cream sandwich, and
a sloppy joe sandwich. At a public payphone, I tried to call Dave
Szabo, but got no answer. While I was enjoying my meal, an older
guy that I had seen on High Rock tapped me on the shoulder and told
me to come with him to their picnic table. They offered me lots
of food and drink from their Sunday
afternoon picnic outing. There was fresh fruit, fruit salad,
fried chicken, carrots, cheeseburgers, cookies, Mountain Dew, lemonade,
potato salad, etc. Their hospitality was astounding. They had seen
me at High Rock eating my crackers and cheese and thought that was
not enough. They raced down the road after they saw me begin my
descent to the park and decided to invite me when I had reached
the park. The food was great and I even did some polka and jitterbug
dances. I must have turned peoples heads when they saw me with my
hiking boots and shorts, and my scraggly beard as I danced with
Linda Davis from Greencastle, PA. A good time was had by all that
day. Before I left they loaded me down with extra goodies for the
evening. I also walked out of the park with a gallon of water in
my pack as I left Maryland and entered Pennsylvania. I walked another
couple of miles carrying that gallon of water to Mackie Run Shelter.
The word was out that the shelter had no water, and that the drought
in Pennsylvania had dried up many of the springs along the trail.
Gonzo!
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983
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