Friday, April 13, 2012

Pondering Life On The Appalachian Trail

About to cross Fontana Dam
After two nights at Fontana Village Resort, it was time to follow the white blaze again. The shuttle driver dropped myself, Brightflower, and Koppecali off at the marina where we had been picked up. Brightflower didn't want us to miss one of those blazes! We took off and immediately found at least 3 good hills to climb over before we came out at the Dam. (I had forgotten to turn on the Spot, but I want credit!) It was a picture perfect day, cool, but beautiful blue sky as we walked across the Dam and searched for the white blaze.

We found it on the right and walked up the road a distance before turning left to begin the climb up toward Shuckstack firetower and making our trek through the Smokies official. When I arrived, Koppecali had dropped his pack and gone to visit the old firetower. Brightflower and I stopped at the intersection for lunch which we enjoyed with J.P. (just Peter) from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. After lunch, we headed toward Mollies Ridge Shelter. Up the knobs and down the gaps, I found myself alone and told myself it was a good thing: time to think about those things I wanted time to think about. Flowers by the way, trees I found fascinating, clouds in the sky distracted my thoughts, and suddenly I had hiked around 11 miles and had arrived at the shelter.

None of us were excited about the prospect of having to stay in the shelters thru the Smokies, so when we arrived we reluctantly arranged our pads and sleeping bags on the first level of the stone shelter. Soon, we were joined by Ranger Robin and Ridgerunner Carl who asked to check our permits. They, too, set up their gear for the night, and we spent an enjoyable evening chit-chatting. In no time, the shelter was full and lots of arriving folks decided to push on the couple of miles to the next shelter. As expected, the snores kept me awake. Before light, folks were up and heading out.
Taking off toward Derrick's Knob Shelter, I travelled thru Spence Field where I stopped to enjoy a relaxing lunch on bright, crispg day. The sun shone down as I sat under the tree and soaked in the environment. It was hard not to think about Mr. Spence almost 200 years ago clearing the mountain land and working so hard at life. This day, life is good, decisions that needed to be made were far, far away, and seemed not relevant at all.
 I loved the view from Rocky Knob...wow! Then, I climbed over Thunderhead Mountain and finally arrived at the shelter after 11.7 miles. Another full and overflowing shelter with tents dotting the grounds in the vicinity. It was a cold and windy night. Again, folks were up and out early. Knowing it was a short day for us as we were only making 7.5 miles before tackling Clingman's Dome, Brightflower, Koppecali, and I rested in a bit. When I finally got dressed, I found my eyes were swollen with pollen, my right one in particular was so bad, it impeded my sight!
When we took off, it was a gorgeous day.
The trek was fairly easy, none of the bigger climbs of the previous few days. Again, I reminded myself: think, think. I had issues I wanted to ponder, but the decisions seemed remote, not applicable, or just plain ridiculous to try and decide from the trail. I was at Double Spring Shelter by 1:30pm where Koppecali and I looked again at the mileage and discussed going further, but with the next shelter another 7 miles beyond (and over Clingman's), we made the decision to stay put. As the afternoon wore on, more and more hikers arrived, and by dusk, I had made the decision to tent. (I really needed the sleep.) It was a cold evening, and a fire had been built in the fire ring. There was that lots of conversation around it with the guys that stayed up for a while. From the relative distance of my tent, I heard a lot that probably wasn't meant for my ears! All I can say is, some men seem to be stuck in 7th grade no matter their age!
The next morning, I had to get my tent packed up so Koppecali and Brightflower took off first. As expected, there was a climb up Clingman's, but it wasn't nearly as difficult as I had expected. The terrain and environment definitely changed as we left the hardwoods and found cedar and pine. However, much of it was bare. But the views were awesome and I was awestruck at what God created for us. It came to me that this was the temple of God. (Habakkuk 2:20 says: But the Lord is in His holy temple. Let all the earth be silent before Him.)


It was easy to believe I was the only person around for miles as I climbed toward the Dome, so that when I found the steps clearly marking my arrival at the parking lot, I was a bit surprised and almost disappointed. 

 
There I was in the parking lot of Clingman's Dome with cars and people milling about, a bathroom at my disposal! Suddenly, it seemed so clear to me what I should do. The decisions I wanted to make could not be done from the trail- I was going home!

It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the trail, I did. However, my idea of the trail and my experience had indeed been different. My past trail experience had been shared with friends, and infinitely more enjoyable than being by myself for hours, even though that had been somewhat enjoyable as well. Altogether, I admitted to myself as I stood looking out over the ridges and peaks of the Smokies that I would rather share the trail with family and friends. I also knew that I couldn't make decisions in a vacuum, I had to take others in to my equation. Plus, my eyes were terribly swollen! I looked remarkably like Miss Piggy. :-(

So I made a phone call to my husband, Rusty. Bless his heart, he made arrangements to get me that afternoon. Then, I did something I've never done before: I hitchhiked! After a few overtures and rejections, I got a taker. A nice man from Florida who at first turned me down, came back to say he would be glad to drop me off in Gatlinburg. He drove me to Nantahala Outdoor Center where I left my pack and walked a short distance to Calhoun's. I ordered a huge cheeseburger and fries and drank 3 glasses of sweet tea!

So, I am one of those AT failures. But strangely, I don't feel like a failure. I actually feel proud of myself for tackling it. The physical aspect had proven to be doable. The mental aspect was another thing. A couple of hundred miles had given me some clarity. Life is what you make it. Every day there are decisions to make that can affect you positively or negatively. I tried to do what a friend recommended: keep my heart and eyes open. I learned to be honest with myself without shame. That there are good people out there from all walks of life. And more importantly, it reminded me that God is always good, and has given me so much to thank Him for.

7 comments:

  1. "Failure" my hind leg!!! You did wonderfully well! I prefer to look at it as "Chapter One" of your next publication. However you choose to continue is up to you, but it has been an inspiring read so far. Like your writing, maybe you can just put it down for a while and wait for the muse to fire you up again sometime in the future.

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    1. I think I'll keep you as a friend...you're so positive!:-)
      Reggie

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  2. Oh, no. I think we have mused this over. You have inspired us all. Best of all, you shared it so wonderfully well. A few hundred miles! Hike proud as we are of you!

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  3. You are anything but a failure. What you are is an inspiration and a wonderful example of strength and resiliance! I've no doubt that you will hike/backpack many more miles on the AT, and that you will have many friends (my self included) who will gladly join you! I'm proud of you Reggie.

    Kendra

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  4. You are definately not a failure. Just preparing for the trip and hiking as far as you did took a lot of strength and courage. You are such an adventurer and I know you will be back out there soon! I am so proud of you!

    Arlene

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  5. Failure you are not ... I'm so proud of you for going out there and trying something new, something adventurous and something rewarding. You have decided on a new route at the cross-roads of decision ... congratulations!

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