Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Shenandoah

     I returned to Rockfish gap and entered the "Shennies".  That't the nickname for Shenandoah National Park, I figured since I walked to them I should be able to call them by their casual name.  So not more than a half mile of walking I came to a little wooden booth in the woods.  Here I filled out a little registration tag, it asked for name, address, where I will be staying, how I will be getting there, next of kin to contact when I am mauled to death by fearless bears that want to eat my gorp.  The "Shennies" want all overnight hikers to stay in designated shelter areas in order to reduce the impact on the land.  It is much the same as the Smokies were.



     Since I got a late start to the day I only went six miles to the first shelter, but on the way there I saw this ugly critter sitting in the middle of the trail just asking to be stepped on.  Not wanting to get my boots dirtier I snap his mug shot and shooed him off the trail just so he didn't ruin someone else's boots.

     I set up my tent made, made dinner and retired for the night.  I brought my backpack in my tent with me and propped my leg up on it in order to bring some of the swelling down overnight.  It didn't work.  By morning it looked the same as it did the day before.  The good thing is it doesn't hurt to hike on, so I packed up my tent, wet from night time storms, and headed out.  The trail winds back and forth along Skyline drive throughout the length of the park so my plan was to take advantage of the big car and RV campsites located in the park by rendezvousing with my father every other day.  I tromped through wet grass and over cloudy mountains all while a misty rain insured that I didn't dry out at all.

     By mid afternoon I reached the campsite where my father was parked.  When I opened the door to go inside I saw "Tarzan" sitting up in the RV.  He had been hiking with his aunt and uncle the past couple days and just ran into my pops at the campsite.  We sat and shot the breeze for a few minutes, but he was itching to get back on the trail unencumbered.  After he left I took off my shoes and realized how bad my foot had swollen up.  Uggh.  Sausage foot.


     My dad accompanied me for the first mile out of the campsite and he put forth a mighty effort on the giant mountain that he made it to the top of, but I soon was on my own again.  The trail was pretty mild to start off, but there was thunder rumbling in the distance.  I kept a good pace all day and made it to High Tower hut hours before dark.  Two other thru hikers showed up and two other guys just out for a couple days, but the highlight was a young fella who showed up late.  He was carrying two knapsacks filled to bursting, a large strange red pillow thing and what really made it odd was the metal detector sticking out of the top.  I gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was just out for a few days to look for buried treasure, but someone asked how long he was out for and he replied "I'm going all the way down to Georgia.  This is my first time hiking and I figured why not just go all the way, ya know."   To his credit he started asking questions like, "Can I plug my lap top in around here somewhere?" and "How many pairs of jean you all carrying?  I only got four."  He then started unpacking one of his knapsacks and sure enough it was filled with jeans and button down dress shirts.  I can't give him too much crap because he was asking for ways to lighten up his load, he said one of knapsacks wasn't that heavy, but the other one weighed a ton.


     When morning came we named him "Metal Detector", said that he was gonna make everyone traveling north's day and with that he was off.  I looked down at my feet and was horrified to see that again that my left foot looked like a damn sausage.  Whatever.  I threw my shoes on and started hiking again.





     Again, there was deep rolls of thunder echoing in distance as I walked along high ridge lines with views to the valleys below.  Late in the morning I was climbing up the side of mountain when I had a feeling that I was being watched.  I picked my gaze up from the trail directly in front of me and glanced off into the bushes.  A bear!!!  It charged.  Fast as lightning it closed the distance between us and leapt at me.  I reacted quickly and sidestepped his strike while bringing my trekking pole down across his muzzle.  He let out a groan, shook his head, turned toward me and let out a blood curdling growl complete with saliva dripping from his fangs.  I had to act quick, so as he was still growling I lunged forward and poked him a trekking pole.  It wasn't hard, but fast.  He stopped mid growl with a confused look.  Taking the advantage I poked him again.  And then again.  Then I walloped him hard on the head.  His confidence shaken, he backed up.  I took the space with a spinning round house trekking pole slice and caught him on the side of the head.  This time he looked shaken.  So I threw down my poles and unsheathed my pocket knife.  With a flick of my wrist it was ready for action.  I met the bear in a deadly embrace.  He was strong, but I clearly had the advantage.  I drove my blade under his rib cage and he dropped.  He lay in a clump at my feet.  I rolled him over and sliced a hole in his chest where I removed his heart and took a bite.


     Okay none of that happened, but that is what runs through my head sometimes as I plod along.  The day was long stretches of level terrain with occasional uphills.  Right before I reached the Big Meadow camp ground, where my day was ending I came to a beautiful overlook.





~Frenchy (aka Sausage Toes Magee)

16 comments:

  1. Hey Sausage Toes Magee
    When are you going to get that foot looked at???? Hope it's not painin' you. Enjoying the pictures.
    Luv ya, Karen and Cimmy

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    1. Funny thing, I didn't write about the foot after this because I forgot, but the left foot started feeling better and the swelling went down and then my right foot immediately started hurting like I had smacked it on a rock. I know it seems like I should know how it happened, but I am constantly hitting my feet on things that I don't know which impact did the damage or if it is from the accumulation of all of them.

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  2. That bear looked pretty content where he was, I LOLed when you started screaming at him. What I would have done to. I have always heard that's what you're suppose to do. He just sat there looking at you like, WTF, uh ok, do you really want to try and scare me?

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    1. Haha, every bear I have ever encountered has always run away. Not in Shenandoah though. Immediately after screaming like a fool I thought to myself, maybe that was a bad idea.

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  3. Get that foot looked at whether it is hurting or not or you soon won't be able to get your boot on, climbing mountains bare foot is not an option.
    Keep your eye on those bears they are bigger than you, and they will eat you all up if they can catch you Haha!
    Your Pops is a real trooper looking out for you, and walking up mountains to keep you company, bless him, I am so glad he is with you, giving you support.
    Love your writing, the pics and videos are just great.

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    1. Yea, i can just imagine asking my dad to follow me on a thru hike on the AT. what he would say. Frenchy, you have a great dad, above human to do what he is doing for you.

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    2. The foot is fine now, it more the other one now. I am thankful he is doing this trip with me, just need to convince him to carry my bag up the hills again. He has been slacking since Georgia.

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  4. So I will shamefully say you had me with that bear story until "I drove my blade under his rib cage"... Whatever, you got me. BTW, I think Andrea had her baby today in case you did not know. Keep up the great stories, I look forward to getting my "Journey North" subscription emails! I would love to have the opportunity to walk home (GA to NY) some day so you inspire me.

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    1. No shame in it my friend, it was a truly magnificently crafted story, could have fooled anybody. Almost to Greenwood Lake, any suggestions on where to grab a bite to eat?

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  5. Keep pushin that foot the way you are and they are gonna change your name to "Hoppy". Also, I think the bear should actually be bothering you before you yell at him. If he's just munchin greens you can just say howdy and move along. Be safe Matt and get the foot looked at, please.

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    1. I looked at the foot and it seems to be okay. You might be right about not bothering the bear if he is not bothering me. Next time.

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  6. I do hope you are saving all these blogs. They will make a great book with your photo's. Keep on Keeping on. Mind the paw. I mean foot. Jack the Dog.

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    1. I haven't figured out if I can download them to the computer yet, I'll have to look into it. Paws are good, just mild swelling :)

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  7. Your bear story....don't do that to me!!!!
    Ollie says hi

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    1. Haha, it is weird the things your mind thinks of out here.

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  8. Hey Frenchy, glad to see you made it the whole way. I'm PottyMouth. I was at Hightop Hut in Shenandoah with you when Metal Detector came rolling in. Haha ... yeah, gotta admire his gusto, eh. I got him down to the outfitter in Waynesborough and then went on to finish my section. I don't know if he ever made it to GA.
    I was able to do another 350 mile section this year and saw Meat at Trail Days in Damascus. He was the other thru-hiker at Hightop Hut with us.
    I hope your training business is doing well. Take care.

    Trey Downey

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