Glasgow, VA - Waynesboro, VA
Mileage: 796.5 - 863.0
Fantastic Views to Waynesboro, VA
Walking The Epic Ridges of Virginia
Daleville, VA - Glasgow, VA
Mileage: 729.1 - 796.5
Iconic AT View Points - Southern Virginia End
Pearisburg, VA - Daleville, VA
Mileage: 636.5 - 729.1
Keffer Oak - Dragon’s Tooth - McAfee Knob - Tinker’s Cliffs
Great Scenery to Pearisburg, VA
Atkins, VA - Pearisburg, VA
Mileage: 551.8 - 636.5
Dodging Stormy Weather - New Shoes
Damascus, VA (Trail Days) - Atkins, VA
Mileage: 511.2 -551.8
Miniture Ponies - Grayson Highlands - AT Trail Days
Damascus, VA - Damascus, VA (Trail Days)
Mileage: 469.9 - 511.2
Ridge Walk to Damascus, VA
Hampton, TN - Damascus, VA
Mileage: 427.9 - 469.9
Laurel Falls - First Rattlesnake
Roan Mountain, TN - Hampton, TN
Mileage: 394.8 - 427.9
Roan Highlands
Erwin, TN - Roan Mountain, TN
Mileage: 355.0 - 394.8
Butterfingers Joins Me To Erwin, TN
I met Butterfingers while hiking the PCT in 2016. Having seen each other a few times since, on various road trips and having kept in touch, we worked out the logistics to meet in Hot Springs North Carolina and hike the section together to Erwin Tennessee.
On her way to Hot Springs, she helped me out big time by picking up a phone for me in Knoxville, which is on her way. Having been in communication darkness for over a week, I can’t describe the feeling of having a device again.
We spend the rest of what would be my second zero day in Hot Springs finishing up my resupply, downloading maps, music and podcasts. Spending the evening along the river bank drinking beer, eating hiker food and catching up on what’s new while also reminiscing about old times on the PCT. We prep for the following morning and get to bed around dark-o-clock.
We pushed long miles and the first couple of days were very warm. Between the heat and the steep ascents, I struggled to stay adequately hydrated. But in the end the clear skies provided some excellent views from some cliffs and ridge lines.
The last couple days held the looming threat of rain and thunderstorms, which mostly held out for us besides the last hour of the third day just before getting to camp. The skies harder and thunder could be heard the moment I said, “All I want is to be able to set my tent up before it rains.” I ate my words very soon after. But after waiting 10 minutes and gathering water, the rain let up and I was able to pitch my tent on wet ground but without getting soaked.
The last day it was comfortable temps and there was a bit of drizzle which kept me cool on the last few climbs. Taking minimal breaks and pushing for Erwin, I was extremely fatigued walking into Uncle Johnny’s Hostel, but I was happy to sit on a chair and have the possibility of taking my first shower in over 2 weeks.
In Erwin, Butterfingers and I went to dinner st Los Jalepenios before going to Walmart to resupply. I took many showers at Uncle Johnny’s and ate lots of ice cream. We got ourselves all preped for the following morning before relaxing in the cabin for the evening. She would be leaving early in the morning and I’d have to figure out my gameplan for the section ahead.
NOC - The Great Smoky Mountains - Hot Springs, NC
Waking up early on Day 11 to a very short walk into the Nantahala Outdoor Center (NOC) where whitewater rafting is their specialty. Sitting a little over 30 miles from the beginning of the Great Smoky Mountain NP, it is a common place for hikers to take a zero and enjoy the river on a nice day. Though today wasn't one of those days. After they provided a hearty breakfasts for Squirrel, Honeybunns and myself and satisfied with my short stay, I looked to push on to Stecoah Gap (15 miles away) where I had reserved a bed at a small hostel run by Lonnie. I knew rain was on the way, and the gloomy overcast sky was a clear sign of the impending doom. If the weather was really bad, I could zero at the hostel as well. A clear win in my book.
About half way to Stecoah, as I crested Cheoah Bald, then the wind picked up and a light drizzle began. Just enough to get things wet. Begin Rain - Day 1.
The hostel experience was perfect as Lonnie and Shadow were great hosts and provided good conversation. I did end up taking the zero day due to solid rain and wind all day long. Nearby forcasts predicted 50mph winds and in this area, that meant any tree was a widow maker. Day 2 Rain.
Day 13 was foggy, on and off shower with some slightly difficult terrain (Day 3 Rain). Knowing Fontana Dam Village lay 15 miles ahead, it was very easy to push through anything to make it to a place I thought they was a milkshake with my name on it. Arriving in the early afternoon, the sun poked it's head out as the shuttle ($3) came to pick up me. Just in time to pickup my resupply package at the post office and find out the the entire Village lost power due to the wind and rain - I was a mixed bag of emotions. Unable to do anything in town due to the facilities being inoperable, I chose to walk the 2 miles back to the Trail and soak in the sun's rays while they still lasted.
The night of Day 13 would be the last time I'd have access to my cell phone before the wet dampness would make it useless. As I packed my bag the morning of day 14, still at the Fontana Hilton (name of the Shelter), I took many pictures and chatted with a few hikers before taking the plunge. I'd be entering the Great Smoky Mountains this day and the rumored reputation made me a little nervous. Between the lack of views due to clouds, rainy/cold conditions and the ever lurking threat of a bear waiting around the corner to maul me, I was just more than alert for the first couple hours walking into the park. Passing signs that campsites were closed due to aggressive bear activity didn't help settle the nerves either.
Then the clouds thickened, the mist turned to drizzle with quickly turned to a steady rain till I stopped for lunch (Day 4 Rain). Maybe capturing 4-5 pictures of the foggy and muddy trail was enough to get my phone wet enough that I decided it best to leave it put away in my pack. Checking it at lunch, the screen was flickering and the power button wouldn't work all the time. Thinking it'd be best to keep it off and maybe sleep with it through the night to dry it out, I put it away to check it another day.
A bit sad that I wouldn't have music for the afternoon, I continued to place one foot in front of the other. I fell once as the mud path gave way, where even my trekking poles weren't enough to save me. It really would have been a pleasant walk had it not been for the endless mud path I was forcing myself to walk on.
That evening the shelter was packed full, with a couple tents pitched outside. It rained and rained throughout the night and as we all awoke, we were surprised to find blue skies. Knowing what the forecast had in store, I packed and ate quickly and was on trail very early. At this point, my phone's touch screen and power button were inoperable. This means no pictures, no music, no podcasts, and most importantly no map and navigation information.
Imagine standing on one of the highest peaks around which had a ridge going to the peak next door, both completely covered in chaparral, lush green vegetation with tall trees still leafless and the orange morning sun warming you from the previous 4 days of rain. It was quite the pleasant way to start Day 15. Views and Sunshine. That very quickly change. The sky turned to overcast, then the fog rolled in just before drizzle and rain took over the day (Day 5 Rain). The rest of the day was miserable and what added insult to injury was that I had no idea where I was.
I never really understood how much I rely on my phone. It is really everything to me out here. I would spend of total of 4 Days walking through the Great Smoky Mountains and I wasn't able to take any pictures of the the rather incredible views provided when the rain and clouds subsided. Clingmans Dome, the highest point on the Appalachian trail; rolling green hills as far as the eye can see in one direction, layered with a haziness that gave the view depth. In the other direction, the mountains steeply descend into the relatively flat land in Tennessee. Though not photographed, I did stand a long time at some of the views to really soak it all in. It's tough to really grasp it all, especially when seeing completely new and exciting things the next time. One thing's for sure, my experience of The Great Smoky Mountains will be ingrained in my mind for a while.
My spirits were raised as the weather improved and my body was feeling strong. But my mind was on an endless loop of, "I'm an idiot for letting my phone get wet. Where's the next water? Where's the next shelter? Should I get a prepaid phone so I can contact someone back home? Do I know anyone's phone numbers?..."
Unable to do anything about anything I kept putting one foot in front of the other. I figured I'd be able to to access some resource in Hot Springs, NC and work through the situation. T'was the case. Finding the library in town, I purchased a new phone where a friend could pick it up on her way to meet me in Hot Springs.
I have been through some of the toughest days of backpacking and made it out the other side. A special thanks to all the hikers who lent me their trail guides or told me where the next water source and shelters were. It made all the difference. The biggest downside for me is that I have zero pictures to post here from anything pre Hot Springs, NC. I have some pictures that I should be able to salvage, which I'll add to this post when I get home, but there isn't anything I can do here on trail.
At Amicolola Falls state park, where the AT approach trail begins.
Georgia - 7 Days - 69 Miles
Stepping out on the trail has a different feel when you know you won’t be returning to the starting point or any point for that matter. I think, “here we go again.” But I don’t actually believe it. It feels more like one of the many training hikes I went on. Taking pictures because I feel I need to document the beginning for some reason. Like it holds a special significance to me. Which it does. Beginning is often the hardest part. And I sure was nervous to begin this one. Would it be the same as I remember, even though I’m touching a part of the country I’d never seen before? Would I get eaten by a bear? Would I get bitten by a tick the first day?
As I work my way up a ridiculous amount of stairs, which lead to the top of Amicolola Falls, my heart starts to pump, I get into a little bit of a rhythm and the thoughts and worries disappear, feeling like I know what I’m doing out here and what this is all about. Though, I won’t be on the actual Appalachian Trail until I’ve hiked another 8 miles uphill. Yeah, I’m sure I know what I’m doing.
Georgia brought all the things I love about thru-hiking/backpacking to the table. Gorgeous weather where I could “mesh it up” at night; incredible views, sometimes squandered by poor weather that creates it’s own beauty but will destroy the view at the top of a 1500 foot climb; trail magic and all the good things that come with it; and the appreciation felt from getting to take a long hot shower post- walking day after day in rain, snow and relentlessly cold wind.
It feels good to be back out on trail. I’m able to hike 10-17 miles per day while feeling strong, both physically and mentally. I’ve met countless awesome backpackers; thru-hikers and section hikers all the same. Though I’ve not hiked with the same people for more than a couple of days. Everyone is working on getting their hiker hunger and their thru-legs.
Leaving Georgia, the trail wonders up a long climb and as I enter North Carolina, I think briefly, “Georgia kicked my ass a bit, but yeah, I know what I’m doing.” Then before I knew it, North Carolina stepped it up a notch.
- Sunshine
p.s. This blog app is very frustrating to use when it comes to adding pictures. I’ll add as many as I can to posts, but may become fed up with the process and will add the rest when I get home. I’ll be posting some along the way to Instagram.com. A link can be found at the bottom of the page or search for @kjsilvernale or click here.
Gear that I'll have for the entirety of the Appalachian Trail.
Appalachian Trail Introduction
Completed in 1937, the Appalachian Trail extends 2,190 miles from Georgia to Maine... or the other way around; it doesn't matter because the bag's packed and it's thru-hiking time.
A thru-hike is the pursuit of walking the entire length of a Trail, that would require at least one food resupply. Another way to think of it, is that if you could hike the trail in sections, you could also thru-hike the trail. Though the purpose is less focused on making it to the end and more about enjoying the experience, learning a few things about yourself and others, seeing some incredible sights and being part of a community that looks out for one another as they work each day toward a seemingly impossible goal.
Here you can learn more about the trail, its history and what it takes to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail.
Posted under "Gear" is a list of core items I plan to carry the entire length of the trail. Coming in at a base weight of 21 lbs, I will not be the lightest pack on the trail, but a comfortable weight for myself. Fully loaded, with food and water, my pack will weigh upwards of 40 lbs... at least I hope it wont be more than that!
Rather than posting one per day, as I did for the PCT, I plan on posting more randomly than per a fixed schedule. One per state, week, month, when something worth sharing come up... I'm not going to commit to any of the above.
A couple additional notes about this trail journal:
- All links will open up in a new page.
- All pictures can be clicked on to enlarge.