The Stink

Written by: Brandon “Monkey” Imp

First, a promised shout out to Troop 99 from North Carolina – hope you finished your 50 miler with flying colors!

We are now in Erwin, TN, somewhere around 350 miles into our hike. April 10th was our one-month anniversary and yesterday was Lightning’s birthday, so we splurged on a Holiday Inn Express reservation in town. It is now 8:30 am the next morning, and I just finished round one of the glorious continental breakfast including bacon and orange juice. Yum!

Five of us shared the room last night: the three of us, Yianni, and Prophet. Our smell is pretty unbelievable. When you open the door, a thick wall of must, sweat, and dirt hits you in the face. We know we smell and we try to stay clean. Honestly, though, perpetual stink is a thru-hiker fact. After my 20 minute scrubbing in the shower, I still smelled. I do not know where it was coming from but it was there! I carried a stick of deodorent the first week, but dropped it as soon as I could. There is nothing strong enough to prevent what we deal with.

Laundry is always fun. I have one set of hiking clothes, one set of sleeping clothes, an extra pair of socks, a down jacket, and my rain pants and jacket. When it’s laundry time, that means it’s rain clothing time – no matter the heat or need to walk through town. At first, I did not mind. However, after one month of continual wear with little washing, even my plastic-y rain jacket is taking on an unpleasant funk. There is no escaping it.

Plus, I am one month in. I have four months left, and it will only get warmer. If you run into me, make sure to stand clear!

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Best Day of My Life

Written by: Katherine “Ringleader” Imp

Today I got an email from the Illinois bar examiners.

It said that I had passed the Illinois bar exam.

I read the email in a small library in Hot Springs, NC.

This is the best day of my life.

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The Turnaround

Written by: Brandon “Monkey” Imp

My last blog entry was about some of the worst days on the trail. As the title indicates, here is the turnaround. I have written an “entry” in my journal only once thus far, and I am sharing it with you. (I’ll try to clean up the grammar a bit for you too…)


Sunday April 4, 2010 Easter Sunday
 
Today has been my favorite day on the trail yet, and I want to preserve its memory by writing the day’s events down.

It started at sunrise. Kate, Emily, and I tented on top of a Bald a few miles past the Standing Bear Farm. The hill with the UFO-looking air traffic control building. Tornado (Evan) and Yianni tented with us to – Tornado in my tent and Yianni in his own. At sunrise, Yianni woke the two girls and said he was going back to sleep. So, I went back to sleep. At some point Tornado left to watch with Kate and Emily. An hour passed and I emerged with Poptarts in hand. The three were in their sleeping bags on the other side of the hill – Kate and Emily talking and Tornado back asleep. I walked around and ate my breakfast (swatting at the incessant flies). I grew tired and, aggravated at the flies, drew out my sleeping bag too. More time passed as I cat napped. Yianni got up and we all gradually packed. As we were doing so, hikers came up the mountain and looked at the view – we knew some of them but not all. We had our morning stretch (and a little yoga) on the mountain top – don’t worry, we filmed. Eventually we all headed out, feeling energized, and walked .5 miles to the water source. The water was basically mud, and the bugs were dive-bombing into us. For some reason, though, the pumping went fast and with little spraying (our pump is a little leaky).
 
I took off first. The first 2 miles were easy and downhill. This is where the first surprise happened – I ran into Nobody! Nobody is another thru-hiker. He is mid-thirties, tattooed, owns a bar (Flannigans (sp?)) in New Orleans, and is basically one of our favorite new friends. We thought he took a few zeroes, so we were not expecting to see him for some time (if at all). That he caught up, and passed us, was incredible, a huge surprise, and a happy reunion!
 
I continued on for a few miles when the second surprise happened – SNAKE. It was a foot long, striped, and tired to eat me. I swear it did. It was slithering and probably looking me up and down thinking, “I’m going to bite this guy and eat him.” I yelled when I saw it, and continued yelling until it left. And, even though it left, I did not see where to so I hiked up and around the spot. It was so so so scary.
 
A mile later I came to a road and stopped for a snack. Nobody and Lightning caught up to me and both were really really hot (it is in the 70s/80s and we were going up and down – LOTS of sweating). Nobody only has pants right now, so I lent him my nail scissors to make cut-off shorts hiker-style. Emily took off her shirt (had sports bra) and they joked how a passerby would think the group to be weird/in underwear on the side of the road! I told Lightning I would stop for lunch at Max Field – apparently a good view. We estimated we had done 2.5 of the 7 we needed to do. But! 20 feet down the trail was a sign that siad it was only 3.5 miles! Hiking far and fast and unexpected is a big plus in hiker world.
 
The 3.5 was up and down. Not deadly, but enough to keep the sweat dripping down my face and keep the flies ineterested. There were a few great stream crossings and I met up with a bunch of hikers .8 miles before Max Patch. Finished the hike up the hill with Twigs, taking in the 360 degree view and talking about our film. Commented on how it is hard to film the AT because we want to be truthful – rain, snow, revelations, bad days, etc. are hard to film! As we were getting to the top, two women with coolers were coming down – surprise #3 is trail magic! Clumsy and the other woman left food and drinks and games at the top. When we reached the top, it was a regular party. About 20 thru-hikers were relaxing and socializing. Some more would come and some would go. I ate my peanut butter (Justin’s Nut Butter with Honey – to die for!) and pita supplemented with a delicious apple and grape soda. I shared some peanut butter with Nobody and Big Dipper – like giving candy to a baby. (It’s so weird that Americans love penaut butter but most of he greater world thinks it disgusting.) Lightning and Ring Leader got up there and we relaxed. Prophet was already on the hill and Yianni and Tornado eventually came. Just a giant gathering of great people. Kate showed us a video clip she filmed – her spinning around for 4 minutes like in the Sound of Music. Hahaha hilarious. She asked Emily and I on camera where we were from 1 to 10. Emily was 10, I was 9.5, and Kate was 9.97. I said the only way to raise me to a 10 was with funnel cake…I run a hard bargain. A Lady Gaga song came on the wind up radio…Bad Romance. After it, Kate and I left. 6.7 miles to Walnut Mountain Shelter.
 
Kate walks fast downhill, so she sped off fast in front of me. Lost sight. It was ok because I had “If you’re happy and you know…” in my head. Worked out well for me…wear a bandana, stomp your feet, use trekking poles, hike…tailored to me perfectly!
 
I crossed a stream and did not see the trail. I took what could have been it, but was skeptical. I had to climb over blowdown trees and the bushes were thickening. I did not see white blazes and then had to go up. At that point, about 10 minutes in, I decided to go back to the crossing. I found it at the stream..had to do a sharp turn. Then! It was all flat walking. I walked in rhodendrum tunnels and past fences. It was literally and figuratively a “Walk in the Park.” And it continued all the way until 1.3 miles before the shelter. The walk in the park was so relaxing, for hiking 5.4 miles, that it brought me up to a 10.
 
I knew the last 1.3 miles was up…700 feet. I passed Yianni at the bottom. I hiked hard and finished the day strong. I broke a sweat again, but I did not care. A few were at the shelter already – Nobody, Tornado, Nefis, Big Dipper, and a father and daughter and dog on a 3-day trip. The shelter was terrible and rotting. I saw a cockroach nearby. Nobody was going to push on…a water source and gap in 4 miles so that would probably be it. I wanted to go, but waited for Emily and Kate. None of the hikers saw Kate after the hill, but she was in front of me, so I was worried. When Lightning got there though she said Kate was close behind…took a wrong turn. So, we stayed the night. We went down to a thron field with 9 other hikers and Yianni (no flat space by the shelter) and set up tents. By myself tonight, and am happy. The front is open to let the breeze in!
 
Dinner was Cache Lake. Getting to the end of that food order. Their food is decent, but no enough nutrition/Calories for thru-hikers. (We are fine though because we always supplemented with rice or cous cous, and some extra sides).
 
Eventually I went in my tent. Turned on my phone and received some texts – Happy Easter from Amy and some “miss you” from Carla, Vanessa, and others. Tried to text back but it failed – bad service in the south for AT&T I guess.
 
Turned on my iPod and scrolled to find something soothing. Came across Feist – only have 1234. I listened. This song was the height of Beane and Molly’s love story in “Love Song” – the last play I was in. Brought on a wave of emotions. I tried to text Kelly D. the “listened and miss you and want to see you” bu it fell through (bad service!) I said “it was the cherry on top of a wonderful day on the trail.” And I meant it.
 
Then, I wrote this, my first journal entry.
 
Now, I will have delightful dreams of friends and happy days.
 
Today, I am happy.
 
 
Hope you enjoyed the journal entry. I am not sure if others will find it as wonderful as I did.
 
Also, if you would like to learn more about Cornell’s theatre department and shows, check out the website www.savecornellarts.com. The college is cutting a large portion of the budget, so Theatre, Film, and Dance may not be around much longer at the IVY LEAGUE school.
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Live Simply so that others may simply live

Written by: Emily “Lightning” Ginger

Prior to this I only had a small taste of what it’s like to be removed from civilization when I did a five day canoe trip with my family in the Boundary Waters of Minnesota. That experience opened my eyes and stirred my interest in being an outdoors woman. After 270 miles of hiking and living on the Appalachian Trail I feel accustomed to the lifestyle. I really enjoy the simplicity of things out here, I’ve totally downsized my life! It’s easier to have so few options for clothing to put on when I wake up in the morning, a lot of times I just wear whatever I slept in. I go for days without looking in a mirror, or brushing my hair, and I haven’t worn deodorant since we started. I enjoy having the low maintenance life. Being stripped of everyday amenities is grounding and really puts into perspective what really matters in life. All I really need to be happy is some clean water, food, and warmth. It’s beautiful to be happy just from pumping a liter of water from a stream and then drinking it. I don’t know what I will do with myself when I have to go back to the “real world.”

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Snowshoe-ing Without Snowshoes

Written by: Katherine “Ringleader” Imp

The day we hiked to Gatlinburg I hitchhiked 5 times.

We woke up in a shelter in the Smokies, about 12 miles from the road that brings you to Gatlinburg. I got out of my warm sleeping bag to find everything covered in snow and frost. We began the walk to Clingman’s Dome, the highest peak on the AT. The snow was gorgeous and picturesque, but every step was unknown. I’d step forward onto the snow, and suddenly fall 3 feet. Then the sun came out. When the snow melted it seemed to come at you from every angle. I was cold and wet but my adrenalin was pumping.

Emily, Brandon, and I do not hike at the same pace so when I hit a fork in the trail up to Clingman’s I took a left. I went up a ways but couldn’t find a trail because of all the snow. I yelled for Brandon and Emily but got no response. I was on top of a mountain in the Smokies, a mountain covered with snow, and I had no idea where I was or where my companions were. Talk about an “Into the Wild” moment.

I decided to backtrack to the fork, and apparently Brandon and Emily had the same thought. We met up and continued the hike, but because of the snow the miles were slow. When we hit a road later on down the trail, we decided to flag down a construction worker for fear that we’d otherwise not make it to Gatlinburg before dark.

We got in the back of the truck and he drove us to his construction site a few miles down the road. We thanked him and kept walking until another truck passed by. Again, we ran after it, and the friendly workers offered to take us to Newfound Gap, the place where tourists from Gatlinburg tend to go.

We got out of the truck and for the first time in weeks we were surrounded by people. Everything was a blur. Tourists came up to us, asking questions as if we were a tourist attraction. Next thing we knew, a nice couple was offering to take us 15 miles down the road to Gatlinburg. We got to town and were immediately surrounded by lights, and Ripley’s Believe It or Not, and taffy, and tourists with fanny packs.

Emily and I went to the gas station to ask about the post office and the man behind the register offered to take us across town to safe us from having to take the trolley. He told us about his life. He’s a cousin of Dolly Parton.

After the post office we crossed the street to the grocery store and bought enough fresh vegetables for a feast. We stood outside the store, not sure how we were going to get back to the hotel when a nice couple offered to bring us back. We talked about hippie festivals, and tourist towns, and the Appalachian Trail, and their kids.

The day started with us snowshoe-ing without snowshoes and by the time the day was over I’d stood on the highest peak on the AT, jumped into 5 different vehicles, and heard the stories of all the people that were kind enough to stop for us.

At the hotel I cracked open a beer, laughed with my fellow thru-hikers, and dreamt about what new adventures were coming my way. What an amazing day.

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The Trail is…Mental

Written by: Brandon “Monkey” Imp

First of all, we would like to apologize for our recent lack of posts. While we did get into the NOC and Fontana Dam, there were no computers that would allow us to update the blog! Very frustrating. However, we took a zero in Gatlinburg, TN today and have a valid internet source. So, without further hesitation, a wild account of some very tough days:

For me, the past week was rough. It is week three on the trail and we just hit the 200 mile mark. I have been nurturing a busted heel but it is getting better – we think my shoes made the joint swell and then it subsequently calcified. Kind of like an extra small bone on the back of my heel – a bone spur. It’s not fun, and not pretty, but the pain has lessened so I’m not complaining (anymore). We have all suffered scrapes and bruises and cuts and blisters. Lightning came down with a rash the other day and Ring Leader literally rammed her head into a tree. Looking back on it all, most of our physical maladies are pretty entertaining.

But what’s bugged me the past few days has been mental. Preparing for the trail, the records always indicated that the trail is mostly a mental challenge rather than a physical challenge. I agree with the statement. It is not mentally draining by any means – it is the exact opposite. The minimal amount of thought you must put into the day blows every detail into a huge disproportion. I tend to plan out my snack and bathroom breaks just to have something to think about – “In 2.2 miles is a trail head for such and such, so that will be in an hour…I’m a little hungry now, so a snack will be great in an hour.” And I will think like that…for an hour. Absolutely trivial.

About five days ago I made a big decision. The major mental problem I wanted to overcome during the hike was to successfully apply to medical school. After consulting with tons of people, advisors, and medical school admissions officers, I have decided to wait one more year before I apply to medical school. The school I enroll in will determine the course of my career life, and I do not want to mess up the application. Hiking the trail and being removed from society severely limited my access to information on the schools (like specialty programs, student life, rankings, etc) and my ability to apply without depending on others to send such and such forms to such and such an address. Plus, I am unemployed. Applying to 15-20 schools is not cheap.

So, about five days ago, I came to terms with this fact. Since I had very little else to think about (snack break?), my inadequacy was primarily all I thought about for the entire day. NOT good when you are busting your butt to get up a few mountains and a dozen miles.

There were two more recent days that were very challenging. Entering the Great Smoky Mountains from Fontana Dam, we planned to reach Gatlinburg in three days: 15 miles, 15 miles, and 10 miles. The first day was rain and the second day was rain/hail. Yes, we have a pack cover, a rain jacket, and rain pants. But when the rain is more like a fire hose blasting you for 8 hours straight, and the trail has magically transformed to a stream and/or mudslide, there is no way you will stay dry. On top of it all, high elevation leads to freezing temperatures and winds up to 60 mph. We hiked it. Miserably and fast. The challenge of such a situation is to keep your mental drive alive. It would be wonderful to stop, sit down, and let the misery pass (maybe walk into the house and turn on the heat?) Unfortunately, the option does not exist in the mountains, and the shelters are far apart. You must walk or you will die. The first day was the worst rain and for the last two hours I was in “survival mode.” I thought of nothing except the word “walk.” For two hours I did not look ahead or have a song on repeat in my head. I thought “walk.” When I got to the shelter and unwound, I was exhausted. It was as if I just studied for three finals issued in a 24-hour time period. I was comatose. When I woke up the next day and saw it was still terrible (20% chance of rain is a lie in the mountains), it took a lot of mental energy and courage to slap on the wet clothes and do it all again.

When days like these happen on the trail, the thru-hikers try to reason with them. Many called the two days of rain a “test” – can you endure the isolation and wrath of the trail? If it was a test, I hung on by a thread. Fortunately for me, a thread is all I needed.

Hiking the Appalachian Trail is not an easy endeavor. We have been hit with a couple hard days and are still breathing. I know nice weather will come soon and the mountains will be behind us. Thank goodness, and thank goodness I love the challenge.

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The Irony of Trail Magic

Written by: Katherine “Ringleader” Imp

I didn’t know much about the Appalachian Trail before coming out here. I didn’t do a “test run”, nor did I read any books. I just knew that there was something about the trail that attracts millions of people every year and I wanted to be in on that secret.

Now that I’ve been out here for a few weeks, it’s really clear what one of those secrets is: trail magic.

Trail magic is essentially the term used when someone (either another hiker or someone from a nearby town) does something nice for you. Why? Just because. There’s no hidden agenda and no cost to you … it’s trail magic.

In just a few short weeks we’ve received more trail magic than I can count:

- Free meals at Neels Gap
- Apples and Snickers from a guy on top of a mountain
- Free laundry
- Use of woman’s personal lap top at Neels Gap
- Hitchhiking to and from Hiawassee, Franklin, Fontana Dam, Gatlinburg, etc.!
- Bananas and orange juice from a woman at Dicks Creek
- Hamburgers and Moonshine from a guy named Grits
- Homemade blackberry wine
- Hard-boiled eggs, cheese, granola bars from Spring Break couple

 
Trail magic is amazing, and I’m so grateful for it, but I can’t help but think of the irony of it all: Why is a friendly deed considered magical? And why’d I have to come all the way out here to find it?
 
It’s almost like the AT community is this alternative universe … and not the real world. It’s a place where everyone is welcomed and respected, regardless of where you came from or what brought you here. It’s a place where people do kind things for one another and don’t expect anything in return. It’s a place where people share stories, swap advice, and laugh.
 
Sometimes the weather is awful. And the uphill inclines never seem to end. And let’s face it, the privies (outdoor toilets) are disgusting. But when you look at the big picture, these negatives seem to fade away in the distance and the beauty of trail magic shines through.
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The Appalachian Trail Community

Written by: Emily “Lightning” Ginger

The Appalachian Trail is a different experience for each person who hikes it. For the hikers who have held and hold the record for the fastest hike, it’s a race. For those seeking enlightenment or a new life, it’s a spiritual journey. For those who are looking to escape the stress and pressures of everyday society, it’s like a vacation. For me the Appalachian Trail is an athletic performance like running a marathon or competing in an Ironman. I personally get excited by the athletic challenge that the Appalachian Trail offers me. So, to clarify, I am not here to compete or race with anyone I am merely here for the ride. However, being a competitive athlete my entire life I can’t help but fall into the patterns I am familiar with when it comes to athleticism. Everyday when I wake up I have a quota of miles to meet before wrapping up my day, and everyday my goal is to hike those miles as fast and as hard as I can to improve my stamina and strength. I’m kind of like Forrest Gump when it comes to physical performance- just point me in the right direction and I go (hard) until I am told to stop. I go even faster when I have someone in front of me, it’s just part of my nature. I enjoy going fast, that’s why my trail name is “Lightning.”

Though I am thoroughly enjoying my speed hiking by myself during the day, my favorite part of this hike is the close-knit community that I have encountered- a different and refreshing change of pace from Chicago. It seems that everyone knows everyone out here. There have been several occasions when I have approached someone and before I have the chance to introduce myself, they say “you’re that girl from Chicago,” or “oh, you’re the one who flies down the trail.” Nearly everyone I have met has been extremely friendly and hospitable, it’s cool that I get to have “real” conversations with people I don’t know (when you are the only people out there in the middle of nowhere, you share your thoughts and emotions with people you barely know). Not only are the fellow hikers friendly, but the people in the towns are extremely welcoming. Anyone from town who finds out I am a thru-hiker is eager to assist in whichever way they can whether it be a ride into town (to resupply on food), a free load of laundry, or a piece of fresh fruit. I am enjoying the people I meet and the friends I am making, I hope I can continue to see them out there on the trail.

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Trail Update #1

Hi All! Thanks for following our blog. Hope you are enjoying our stories as much as we are enjoying our experience out here on the trail. Every so often we will be posting general updates. If you want to know more about our itinerary, equipment, documentary, or sponsors feel free to check out our Official Site for more information!

1. We have trail names!!!!!

Group Name = The Traveling Circus

Katherine Imp = Ringleader
Emily Ginger = Lightning
Brandon Imp = Monkey

2. We are currently in: Franklin, NC

Though we planned to start hiking on March 9, we were delayed by a day due to bad weather at Springer Mountain.  Thus Survivor Dave drove us up Springer Mountain’s winding roads late in the day March 9.  We stayed at Springer Mtn Shelter that night, celebrated Brandon’s birthday, and hit the trail March 10.

After Springer Mtn Shelter we hit:
- Hawk Mtn Shelter [7.8-mile day]
- Gooch Mtn Shelter [7.3]
- Woods Hole Shelter [11.9]
- Neels Gap [3.7]
- Low Gap Shelter [10.8]
Blue Mtn Shelter [7.2]
- Tray Mtn Shelter [7.8]
- Hiawassee, GA [11]
- Campsite [6.8]
- Standing Indian Shelter [9.8]
- Big Spring Shelter [14.4]
- Franklin, NC [9.1] … 107.6 miles from Spring Mtn!

3. Want to send us something in the MAIL? Here’s how:
*UPS and FedEx packages CANNOT be sent to Post Office
*Post Office Address (e.g.):

Katherine Imp
General Delivery
Franklin, NC  28734
Please Hold for Katherine Imp
Estimated Date of Arrival: 03/19/2010

Post Offices We Will Definitely Stop At:
Hot Springs, NC  28743 [04/01/2010]

Damascus, VA  24236 [04/12/2010]

Pearisburg, VA  24134 [04/24/2010]

Waynesboro, VA  22980 [05/10/2010]

Harper’s Ferry, WV  25425 [05/28/2010]

Duncannon, PA  17020 [06/04/2010]

Vernon, NJ  07462 [06/18/2010]

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The People We Meet

Written by: Brandon “Monkey” Imp

Say WHAA?

Where are we? Why is EVERY single person so nice?? We all know that New Jersey/New York has the stereotypes of fast-paced, rude, inconsiderate, and other negativity’s. Granted, most people are NOT like that (it is not a spawning ground of evil); nevertheless, the stereotypes are generally true when dealing with strangers in NJ/NYC.

Down in Georgia? Nope. People go out of their way to assist you. Take for example the Hiawassee Inn attendant. Through the thick accent (imagine King of the Hill’s Boomhauer) I understood that all of his approaches were kind and sincere. We were walking back to the room after a filling all-you-can-eat buffet meal when the attendant came up to us in the parking lot. Translated: “Hey you all need some laundry done? We have all these washers and driers. You can do it for free. Just bring it over to that door. I’ll be inside.” Earlier he offered extra towels, and later he told us that Ronnie (the owner) could bring a box of stuff for us to our next destination Franklin, NC. Some would say this is his job, but to me, it is an extension of southern hospitality. Think about it – most hotel/motel workers will help you out in any way, but generally stay behind their front desk. You go to them. Here at the Hiawassee Inn, this guy came out to meet us, came to our room, and offered various tips without being prompted.

He has not been the only one extending a helping hand. Every person we have encountered has been considerate and genuine. Yesterday, a lawyer of Hiawassee picked the group up on the side of the road, was a shuttle to the liquor store, and gave a little tour of the town. Then, he gave us his number so we could call for a ride BACK to the trail. In NJ, if I saw a backpacker on the side of the road, I would honk. And sure, friends and family give rides to and from places all the time up north. But do we provide round-trip service for strangers? Nope. Sorry, I would not risk picking up a shabby looking man on a Philadelphia on-ramp. It just would not happen up north.

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