June
11, 1983 Saturday(1692.4 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
The
room we had chosen was on the second floor of "the Place"
and came complete with one old mattress and a couple of three-inch
thick foam pads. I don't remember exactly what we paid to stay there,
but I am sure it was somewhere around five to seven dollars each
at most. It also had a kitchen and refrigerator that could be used
by all, so if you kept anything in the refrigerator, you had better
mark it with your name. I had turned off the alarm and slept in
this morning. I awoke naturally at six-thirty, got up and ate the
second half of a box of Life cereal that I had started last night
before going to bed. I love cold cereal and milk when I get into
town! Wrote a letter to a friend, and around ten o'clock I placed
a call to my Uncle Delray. Told him to tell my sister-in-law to
send a package to Afton, Virginia and to fill up the fluids in my
MGB which had a slow leak. After that I went to the pharmacy and
bought a sympathy card to send to the Grotefendt's, and a sample
of a muscle relaxant named Percagesic that someone had told me about
along the trail during the last few days. Bopped over to the post
office and sent all the post cards and letters, and on the way back
to "The Place" I stopped to see if my boots were ready.
The cobbler said no, but that they would be ready at noon. Back
at the hostile, I talked with a couple of people from Holland who
were just out hitchin' around. Studying the data book for a while,
I decided that we should pass up stopping at the post office in
Atkins, so about eleven o'clock I made another trip to the post
office to send a letter to the post master in Atkins telling him
to please forward to Bland, Va any mail I received there. Stopped
and picked up my boots, packed up my stuff, and tried out the new
foam insoles that I had gotten from Dennis the day before, and headed
out of town.
There were two long climbs, one just out of Damascus up Feathercamp
Ridge, and the other, a 1000 foot ascent in 1.5 miles up Straight
Mountain. Jim really got pissed at his pack today because of a rash
that was developing on his hips underneath his waistband. We made
the 11.8 miles to the edge of a man-made pond in an "open"
field listed in the guidebook as a good campsite. Took a little
dip upon arriving at the pond, and set up for the night. I had planned
on eating some of the bullfrogs that were bellowing at the ponds
edge, but some weekenders with their kids decided to camp nearby
on the ponds shoreline. These people were from Ohio. Brian, Kay,
Graham and Molly kept us company with their many questions about
the strange bearded hikers that they found beside them. We began
telling our stories and hoped to become masters at weaving the
trail story necessary to mesmerize and persuade folks to exchange
this entertainment for part of their meal. In this case we were
treated to hot dogs, orange juice and pickles. We settled in and
dozed off as the bullfrogs serenaded us with great vigor for the
remainder of the evening as if they had sensed their lives were
spared by the party from Ohio.
Gonzo!
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983
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