Risk's Ultralight Hiking

Sleeping with a Fibular Fracture

2006-07-28T09:19:00.000-04:00

This is a cross post from the hammock camping yahoo group.

As I reported earlier, I fractured my left fibula 23 days ago while hiking the AT in Maine.

I have continued to improve steadily and have been walking on my leg fairly well for a week now. It is not up to full strength yet, but the swelling is down and I no longer need a splint or a walking stick.

In preparation for some car camping I am planning for early next week (Balsam Mountain in the Smokies) I checked to make sure that I can use my hammock. Unfortunately, I can't do that yet.

In all of the 5 or six comfortable positions I usually use in a hammock to sleep, I have found that my foot is pushed one way or the other. And pushing my foot in a twisting motion and then keeping it in that position still hurts. I can partly overcome those problems by using a bag of clothes as a small pillow to lift the foot so that it neither is twisted, bent, or dangled, but it is a bit complicated to set that up, and staying in one position for long with my leg in its present state of healing causes me cramps...

So I am reduced, for the car camping episode this coming week, to sleep flat on the not so flat surface of the earth. I can't believe it is happening to me. Pray for my sanity. Maybe I will still dream of swinging free of the roots and stones of the ground.

I hope that in a week or two the bones will be knit together well enough to allow me to sleep in the hammock once again.

Risk
Ground Sleeper (Prov)

Foiled in the 100 Mile Wilderness

2006-07-15T16:23:00.000-04:00

It's been 10 days and I am beginning to feel OK about it.

On Monday, July 3rd, I left Dayton and drove to central Maine. In the back of the pick-up was my GS450, strapped in and ready to roll.

I dropped the truck off on Tuesday morning at Abol Bridge in the shadow of Mt Kathadin and drove my bike 90 miles to Monson, Maine. I arranged to keep the bike there for about a week and entered the 100 mile wilderness, headed north with 6 days of food.

It rained on my trip down to Monson, hard thunder storms with lots of lightning. It dried out for a bit in Monson, but began sprinkling sometime after 6 PM and rained on and off until I reached the Wilson Stream lean-to at dark.

The night of the 4th was brilliant with the Creator's own fireworks, and I enjoyed them very much with about 8 others at the shelter.

The next morning, I set off for about 15 miles of hiking in the wet woods. I was a little disgrunteld that the trails had not been recently maintained and the bushes on both sides of the trail crossed and linked branches, giving only scant views of the roots and puddles on the trail.

About 4 miles into the day's walk, I fell down a 10 foot boulder and heard a bone in my left leg crack. That was not good.

It hurt too.

I unbent all my legs and found that there were no bones sticking out through the skin. That was great news. THe ankle was not badly strained and when I tried to put weight on my leg, I could limp pretty well. I had to be very careful with each step, because the outside of the leg, where my fibula is, was very tender and I could feel some movement of bones in that lateral part of the leg.

I walked about 2 miles to a cross connecting gravel road that showed on the AT map, and which connected with a road that headed back to Monson. I walked about 3 miles on that gravel road and was able to get a ride back the rest of the way to Monson.

Though things hurt pretty well, I was able to ride the bike and return to Abol Bridge and then (because the truck is an automatic) I was able to drive. I drove to Augusta
that evening and get a motel room and a very long day of driving on Thursday got me back to Dayton in time to watch the midnight news.

The next morning I went to the hospital and the xray showed an isolated spiral fracture of the fibula. The mechanism of my injury was likely that while I was falling, my foot turned out and then my knee rode up and over the foot, twisting the ankle like a twistie tie. My knee hurt some as well, but all the injury to the knee seemed to be involved with the exterior ligaments on the medial side of the left knee.

I was able to persuade the docs to give me a brace instead of a cast and here 10 days later the fracture is beginning to feel OK. It has sure ached a lot in the meantime.

I am looking forward to getting back on the bike in a week or so and back to hiking in about a month.

Such is life....

A hot day trip to Flint Ridge

2006-06-09T18:12:00.000-04:00

It seemed like a good day for a trip. The weather was warm (70s to 80s) and everyone else in the family was off doing other things for the whole day.

I left right after breakfast and drove to the east, via US 42 to South Charleston and London, Ohio. I left London via state route 142 to US 40 which I took into Columbus and the Broad Street entrance to I 70.

I had looked at downtown Columbus on the map and decided to forego the fun of all those lights by taking I 70 through town. However, on the far east side of town, I hooked north to US 40 in Reynoldsburg. This was a small mistake. The traffic was pretty heavy and all the roads were choked with construction. It would have been much easier if I would have stayed on I 70 to exit 118 (an additional 6 miles) and the little town of Etna.

Regardless of the construction, I continued easbound to Brownsville, near exit 141 of I 70 and took 668 north 3 miles to the Flint Ridge state historical site.

I have a historical site pass for the year, so I was able to avoid the entrance fee.

The museum at Flint Ridge is built around a flint quary used at some remote time in the past. The small museum shows what a working quary would have looked like - with its central hole about 10 feet deep through the limestone crust of the ridge.

Seeing the museum prepared me well for the mile long day hike I took. The woods were full of unexcavated holes just like the one I had seen in the museum. There were dozens and dozens of them. Some much bigger than the museum one, and many about the same size. Each one was filled with wet leaf mold and the products of forest debris and water collecting in the quary pit.

After walking through the woods (and finding many flint chips in the root balls of trees that had been blown over) I started back via a different route. I drove to Newark along Flint Ridge Road and then a connector. I headed west on SR 16 to SR37 ending up in Delaware, OH. From there I took US 42 all the way back to Xenia and from there took small county roads to my home.

This return route took about a half hour longer, but completely avoided Columbus and the interstate.

I enjoyed this trip to Flint Ridge and the quary sites that have been used by Native Americans for 10,000 years.

Blue Ridge Parkway - Day 4

2006-05-20T21:57:00.000-04:00

Saturday
305 miles
Starting: Grafton WV
Ending: Dayton OH

I began the day before 7 AM with a fuel stop in Grafton. The city was shrouded in fog as thick as pea soup. The roads were quite twisty and narrow and wet. It made driving in the fog a chore.

Outside town, on top of a ridge, I caught sight of clear skies above, just before plunging into the thick fog once more. This continued to Clarksburg, where the sky cleared, and the road became a standard 4 lane divided highway, but with only some of the entrances being cloverleafs. There were still some traffic lights and some direct entry onto the road.

But after a bunch of miles on poorly improved two lane roads, the road way surface was both dry and free of gravel. This was very good. I had breakfast at a McDonalds in Clarksburg, where a group of Honda Pacific Coast bike owners were gathered for a ride. Their bike is a sweet little thing - 800 cc with a trunk for storage! Shaft drive, but unfortunately not built in the last 7 years.

The drive from Clarksburg to Parkersburg was easy and fast. The good road continued to Athens Ohio, and then a very familiar part of US 50 took me to Chillicothe and back to Dayton.

When I was in Chillicothe, I called my riding and hiking buddy Mike K, who was at the Dayton Hamvention. We agreed to meet there about 1 PM - a get together which worked out great - Hamvention has special close parking for motorcycles.

I had fun talking to some friends from the amateur radio world and then headed home.

It was a great half week trip, full of interest, interesting places, weather experiences, and a good look at the country. I can't wait to get out and do it again.

Blue Ridge Trip - Day 3

2006-05-19T22:14:00.000-04:00

Friday
Miles today: 449 (total of 4380 miles on the VN750)
Weather: A little sprinkle, lots of sun, but the roads were often wet as I was chasing thunderstorms.
Begin: Tuggle Gap, VA on the Blue Ridge Parkway,
Ending: Grafton, WV
Hours driven: 14.5 (new personal record)

Today's trip began with the upper portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway. From the time that I climbed out of the Roanoke area, this was a section of the Blue Ridge that I know from hiking the Appalachian Trail that parallels the BRP. The northern part of the parkway has a different feel from the southern parkway. The curves are more sweeping and it is easier to stay in 5th gear for much of the time.

It was fun seeing all the places that I had stopped last year while hiking the trail through this section. The Peaks of Otter's small nature museum was not open at the hour I went by. The breakfast room and bookstore at Otter Creek would not be open for another week according to the girls that were stocking the bookstore.

I refueled at Waynesboro and entered Shendoah NP. The cost of driving a motorcycle through the park had risen from the previous year. It now stands at $10, where it was $5. This is a 7 day fee, but it only takes part of a day to drive through the park...

I continued down memory lane in Shenendoah, having also driven all of the park last year on a motorcycle while I was hiking (I used it as a self shuttle) The park's speed limit is only 35, as compared with the Blue Ridge Parkway's 45. The roads are about the same as the southern 200 miles of the Blue Ridge Parkway, and 35 mph often seems like the best speed to be taking.

I reached the northern end of the park about 3 PM and headed out across West Virginia on the way back to Ohio. I started in Front Royal and drove to Winchester on US 522, where I took US 50 west. US 50 was a major road for most of the rest of Virginia, but turned into a much twistier road in West Virginia.

I was driving on wet roads with occasional gravel. Hairpin turns were common. Late in the day, I crossed a small sliver of Maryland where the roads were markedly better than the West Virginia roads. My hope was to camp at Cathdral State Park, but that park did not have any camping.

The section of road from Auora to Macomber was as difficult to drive as any I have seen. There were large altitude changes, especially coming into Macomber, with dozens of hairpin turns that could only be negotiated at a snail's pace.

I looked around the Macomber area for camping, as this was down in a valley, but the locals knew of no camping areas, either private or state park. So I elected to continue to Grafton where I found a nice hotel for about $50 with carpet, a working TV and a nice shower.

Long day... Getting off the bike, I realized how tired I had gotten. The seat was comfortable to the end. No pain - just tired. I pulled the gear off the bike and into the motel room where I feel a deep sleep coming on.

Blue Ridge Trip - Day 2

2006-05-18T20:22:00.000-04:00

Tuggle Gap had good food and an OK room

315 Blue Ridge Parkway miles
I rode from 0630 to 7 PM
Weather: chilly, windy, with 3 hours of rain and an hour of thick fog
Starting Location: Orchard View Picnic Area
Ending: Tuggle Gap

I began the day near milepost 455 on the Blue Ridge Parkway after spending the night in my hammock. I was plenty warm and slept well, but I woke with a start - thinking that my hammock was being bumped by an animal or a person. However, nothing was there and there was no sound of an animal running away. It must have been a dream!

I passed the highest point on the parkway - 6047 feet. I was in the clouds at that point. I then descended to the Ashville area and got gas at about mile 380, near the folk art center. Average miles per gallon is well above 50. I asked for a Blue Ridge parkway map at the information center there, and was told that the map of the parkway is in short supply and new ones are not available. I had been told the same thing at the store at Mt. Pisgah.

I drove the short spur to the top of Mt. Mitchell, which tops out at 6684 feet. This is the highest point east of the Mississippi River, higher than Clingman's Dome by many yards. The temperature was 42 and the wind was measured at 25-35 mph. It was completely fogged out, and began to rain. I was told that this was much better than two days previously when there was an inch of snow on the ground.

It rained about an hour, and I was just dried out by the time I reached Linville Falls. Wow! The falls were beautiful to see and to listen to. To properly see them, I took a couple miles hike to all the observation points. Lying down next to the falls and listening to them was quite refreshing.

Soon after leaving Linville Falls, it began to rain again. There were pretty bridges at Linn Cove Viaduct, but I had my hands full just seeing the road in the rain and fog. It was still raining when I got to Blowing Rock and filled the tank with a little less than 2 gallons (mile 292) I got gas again at mile 175 (2.1 gallons)

I expected to camp at Rocky Knob - but the campground is at 3572 feet and it was cold and windy. Also, I found that there were no showers in the campground. So I went on a few more miles to Tuggle Gap where i got supper and a room for about $55. (Happy Birthday to Me)

The room is plain, with no TV, but it has a hot shower and heat. My bike is parked outside the door. It will be a nice night for reading.

Blue Ridge Trip - Day 1

2006-05-17T09:41:00.000-04:00

Miles: 426
Begin in Beavercreek, OH
End Near Maggie Valley, NC
Weather: mix of sun and showers

This is a trip I have been looking forward to most of the winter. My plan is to drive the Blue Ridge Parkway. For several days beforehand, I have been looking at the weather patterns, and it looked like it was going to clear and beautiful on the southern end of the Blue Ridge Parkway by mid-week. Here it is Wednesday, and I have the opportunity to get out of Dodge for several days.

I started at 830, filling my gas tank in Beavercreek. My route proceeded south on US 68. I stopped at Mt. Orab for coffee and for a breakfast burrito in Ripley, OH. At 1120, I filled the tank in Paris KY, having gotten 127 miles out of the tank.

In Paris, I took KY 627 around Lexington. South of Paris, the road is flanked by beautiful rock walls and horse farms to the town of Winchester. South of Winchester, I stopped for a few minutes at Fort Boonesboro. The river valley is very pretty here, but there is not much more than an water park to recommend the stop. I had been reading about Boonesboro since I was a child and had never been here. I must admit to a little deflation at finally arriving.

Next came Richmond, KY where I took US 25 south. I had to stop for a moment at a police check point (drugs? alcohol?) and reached New Liberty, where my grandmother was raised.

I took I 75 to 25E. This road is a beautiful and not heavily traveled road that goes all the way to Newport TN. I filled the tank again at Newport and drove for 40 miles on I 40 to the Magee Valley turn off.

In Maggie Valley, I noticed that one of the small motels had a sign welcoming VROC. This is the Vulcan Riders and Owners Club, one of the Vulcan motorcycle groups on the internet. I stopped for a few minutes to say hello and then drove off to eat barbeque at a small diner. Unfortunately, I missed the motorcycle museum by 45 minutes.

I drove up from Magee Valley to the Blueridge Parkway and then north for a few miles to a turn-off picnic area (Orchard View) where I put my hammock up. The ranger kept driving by every hour or so for half the night, each time waking me with his car. He was probably trying to figure out where the motorcycle owner was.

Other than those interruptions, the night was nice and I got plenty of sleep.

Riding in the Rain

2006-05-13T13:36:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, Friday, I decided to take nature on and see how comfortable I was riding in the rain. I know how to walk in the rain, and I thought I might know how to ride in the rain as well.

Rain is one of those stresses in hiking that can get under one's skin. A year ago, it was several days of foggy, rainy weather that brought my hike to an end after just under two weeks. I had planned to be out for more than a month, but the cold rain beat me to submission. Since then, I have done a lot more thinking about rain and have continued to aspire to what I wrote about in my book ("A Wildly Successful 200-Mile Hike"). I have tried to learn to be as comfortable in the woods during rainy weather as the animals that live there.

We are presently camped under a geographically stable low pressure system that has brought rain all day for the last 4 days and will probably keep rain in the forecast for several more days to come.

Instead of looking at the rain outside, I took it "under advisement" and planned a little trip in the rain.

The rain yesterday was not very hard - more like a steady sprinkle that continually drippped into all the puddles on the road. The temperature was about 44 F. On top of that, there was wind whipping around at about 25 mph.

I wore my full face helmet, a Land's End waterproof/windproof jacket that zips to under my chin, the pants from a set of Frog Toggs, a pair of goretex gaiters made by Outdoor Research, and leather boots treated with SnoSeal. I wore a pair of leather gloves treated with SnoSeal with wool liners and a heating pouch inside the wool liner on the back of my hand.

I set out to go to Chilicothe, OH. However events (a call for assistance by my teenage son) had me turn around at the 42 mile post. I was drinking a cup of coffee at a gas station when I learned I needed to email him a paper he had written the night before. So I turned around and drove back.

I stayed dry for the whole trip. I stayed reasonably warm (though it would have been nice to have a little heavier shirt under the coat.)

What I did not expect was how tiring the wind was. The road I was on was an E/W road and the wind was directly from the south, across unbroken farmland and hit me hard enough that I was leaning into it to stay on a straight path. Of course, it was not all that steady, especially when cars and trucks passed. Together with worries about the possibility of slipping on wet pavement, it was very tiring.

So, good news on the waterproofness, bad news on the idea of riding in cold rain all day. I think that by the time I had driven several hundred miles, it would have been getting very old!

Conjunction of Venus and the Green Grass Moon

2006-04-24T06:15:00.000-04:00

Jupiter's Travels

2006-04-23T08:48:00.000-04:00

I have just finished reading Ted Simon's "Jupiter's Travels." Written in the late '70s, it is a fascinating 450 page romp through the world.

Ted was about 40 years old when he began his 40,000 mile ride around the world. His travels took him the length of Europe and Africa, before taking a ship to Brazil. Thence, he rode through Brazil, Argentina, Chile, and the Andes backbone to the northern end of South America.

He traveled through Central America, Mexico, the SW US, and then took off for Australia, the Malay Peninusula, India, and the Pakistan/Afganastan/Iran/Turkey path back to Europe.

What is remarkable to me about the journey is not the accomplishment of the trip, but the people and the stories and the writing that makes it all come to life. Precious snippits of truely wonderful writing pepper the entire book - from the section that starts out: "I first thought of becoming a god as I was riding north from Madurai..." to the conversations with Truckies in Australia.

Ted has a self effacing way of describing the incidents and the life of being on the road that made me feel like I was there - and many times glad that I was not there!

I understand from his website that he has done it all again in his 70s... The book will be coming out next year. See:
http://www.jupitalia.com/

Along the way, Ted has learned great lessons of what is needed for a bike trip and what is not. Mostly, it is a matter of what is carried in the skull, not what specific spares are carried. For me, much of the book's attitude and humor is summarized by it's first paragraphs:

"When the fuel reserve ran dry too, and the engine choked and died, I guessed I was ten or fifteen miles from Gaya. The thought was disagreeable. It might mean spending the night there, and somewhere I had read that Gaya was the dirtiest town in India.

...

I tucked my gloves into my helmet and stood by the bike looking up and down the country road and across the field of green wheat wondering who was going to help me this time, and what it would lead to. I did not doubt that help would come, and with it most probably some unexpected twist in my fortunes. It had taken years to achieve that measure of confidence and calm, and as I waitied I allowed myself some pleasure knowing it."

Excerpt from Pierson's "The Perfect Vehicle"

2006-04-17T11:52:00.000-04:00

Here is a wonderful reading from a book that I have just finished re-reading. These paragraphs make the whole idea of the freedom of riding come alive for me. I hope you enjoy them.

Remainder of the Pennsylvania Walk

2006-04-15T12:23:00.000-04:00

Unfortunately, the audio posts from the second half of the week did not post. They have gone missing in the black hole of audioblogger.

Suffice it to say that Chainsaw, Backwards, and I had a great hike with wonderful weather. After the first two days, the temperatures warmed up considerably. We had some overnight rain on Wedneday/Thursday, but no rain during the day until we had a little on Thursday and then Friday.

Our hiking coverered about 100 miles of the trail - from Pen-Mar, to the crossing at 325 after descending from Peter's Mountain.

Notes from the Darlington Shelter

2006-04-11T20:43:00.000-04:00

Notes From the Alec Kennedy Shelter

2006-04-10T17:29:00.000-04:00

A Cold and Clear Night at Birch Run Shelter

2006-04-10T08:45:00.000-04:00

Palm Sunday, North of Pen-Mar

2006-04-09T09:08:00.000-04:00

Walking with Freedom

2006-04-07T09:04:00.000-04:00

I had the pleasure of watching Michael Daniel's "Walking with Freedom" DVD last night.

This is a very nice travelogue of the AT, with the best assortment of nature photography I have seen. From bears to newts to chipmunks to flowers - it is all there.

It is also one of the best sets of pictures of the many states of the trail. Here he chronicles the smooth paths, the mud, the rocks, the climbs, and the summits.

Michael walked the AT in 2003, the rainy year, and the video is full of rain pictures and soggy hikers.

He does not go very far into his feelings or what he is learning in this film. If I have any critique, it is that here we see a set of photos that remind me of what I saw on the trail, but not much about the personality of the people along the way.

Lion King on the top of Mt Washington

Is the film worth watching? Absolutely! It is wonderful to see the work that can be produced by a professional photographer as he travels the trail.

It is never mentioned, but I would guess that all of the filming and the carrying of equipment was done by Michael Daniel without much support. This is something to consider, especially given the rainy season he hiked through.

For more information and for buying the film, please see the website:

http://www.walkingwithfreedom.com

I'd also like to thank my hiking buddy, Michael K for lending me his copy of the DVD.

Koomer Ridge and Hidden Arch

2006-04-05T19:02:00.000-04:00

On Tuesday, I took a motorcycle trip from Dayton, Ohio to Red River Gorge, KY. The air was a little chilly (about 50) and I needed warming pads inside my gloves. I traveled down the Warrior Path (US 68) to Maysville and then by Ky 11 to Slade, KY.

Slade has both the Red River Gorge and Natural Bridge State Park on either side of the Mountain Parkway. It is a fantasticly beautiful spot.

I found the Koomer Ridge Campground in Red River Gorge and spent a nice evening checking out my ultralight camping equipment and new down hammock. The temperature only dropped to 44, so it was not much challenge staying warm.

On Wednesday morning, I took a short hike from the campground to see Hidden Arch, where I called in and left the audio blog also on the site. I was sitting at the Hidden Arch when I made the call:

I drove a loop through the Gorge, including 10 miles of gravel road to see Chimney Rock. My bike worked very well for the whole trip with a pack side saddle across the seat and a couple saddle bags - empty most of the time.

After the whirlwind trip through the Gorge (remember to put lights on low for the Nada tunnel - otherwise it is hard to see - I drove the two miles to Natural Bridge and made my obligatory trip up to the bridge:

The trip home was completed with no problems and no frustrations.

This is a great little get away from Dayton. It took me about 4 hours to drive the 170 miles each way, stopping for a couple cups of warming coffee and gas each way. There are plenty of services all along the route. Gas prices were 15 cents lower near Winchester than anywhere else along the route.

Audio Blog from Hidden Arch

2006-04-05T08:20:00.000-04:00

Reading at Barnes and Noble

2006-03-21T16:22:00.000-05:00

There was the snow, and my wife's desire to not drive in the snow, and my desire to be out of the snow. All this resulted in my enjoying a nice morning reading a motorcycle touring book.

The book, titled Motorcycle Touring, was written by Dr. Gregory W. Frazier, had a great quote about the difference between travel in a car and travel on a motorcycle.

"We are moving through the environment of the earth, tasting and smelling it, not from the enclosed bubble of a car or a bus or a pressurized airplane. We are actually part of what we are passing through." (p. 17)

To tell the truth, with the snow swirling outdoors, I don't much mind being in an enclosed bubble this cold spring day!

Snow!

2006-03-21T14:15:00.000-05:00

Winter

The day began with a fast accumulation of about 2 inches of snow. Kids were excited, until they realized that school was not to be canceled and they all needed to get to school anyway.

The birds and the animals were anxious for their daily feeding more than usually.

I drove Diane to work so that I could use the Jeep, not knowing if the roads would be reasonable as the day progressed.

World's Fastest Indian

2006-03-20T20:28:00.000-05:00

I had the pleasure today in going to see Anthony Hopkins in "The World's Fastest Indian."

Burt Munro's actual Indian in the 1960s

This is a great story for the whole family. Hopkin's character Burt Munro has been 25 years in the business of devoting his whole life to making his motorcycle go faster. He casts his own pistons, and has brought the speed of his '27 Indian up from its stock 54 mph to ... well you have to watch the movie to find out.

It was not all that easy to find the movie playing in the Dayton, Ohio area. It is an independent movie and is not in the major movie houses. I was able to see it at the Neon in downtown Dayton.

http://www.worldsfastestindian.com/

Three Sisters

2006-03-18T14:18:00.000-05:00

Mike, my saturday hiking partner , was busy helping his daughter move. So I had a morning to take a walk someplace different. It had been 5 or 6 years since I had last walked through Sugar Creek Reserve in Centerville, and the park appeared to be a good destination for a cool late winter walk.

The cool morning kept the path from being muddy, having gotten below freezing overnight. Other than a jogger who passed me twice, I had the park all to myself at 730 AM.

A half mile into the walk, near the creek, I heard and then saw 5 white-tail deer crossing the water. They splashed their way across and then quietly stood on the far shore, frozen in their non-moving and wondering if I might be a threat. With the interest I have recently had in hunting, the thought of deer hunting did come to mind, but as I was thinking about this, they turned and nearly silently ran away from me into the brush and into a dense tangle where I swiftly lost sight of their white flasing tails.

I continued on around the 3 mile trail and came across an ancient grouping of three white oaks. Long known as the Three Sisters, these trees have been growing since Columbus discovered North America for the White Europeans 500 years ago.

The middle sister had its last leaves in 2004, but the trunk has not yet begun to rot away, its structure still giving homes to many classes of forest dweller - from the bacteria that are slowly consuming the trunk to higher animals making nests and dwellings in the slowly rotting limbs.

As I came back up on top of the hill, a sign reminded me that the Ohio wilderness had not been an unbroken forest. Buffalo kept large sections of the flat areas grazed well and there were large prarie areas full of grass. The trails that led from one of these areas to another were kept open by the animals long before native americans used them as paths and whites later built roads on the same tracks.

Arriving back in the parking lot, which had been empty when I started walking at 715, there were now a dozen cars and trucks. Many more people were out enjoying the park. I had only seen two of them by the time I left. Maybe they started walking the circular trails in the same direction that I had come.

Life is this way. Sometimes we are not alone, but are traveling in the same direction as others. It is not until we come full circle that we see how many others are on the path.

It gave me food for thought.

Warrior Trail

2006-03-16T18:54:00.000-05:00

I have been reading "A Sorrow in Our Heart, The Life of Tecumseh" by Allan Eckert. It is a biography of the famous Shawnee Warrior who died about 1814. He lived much of his life about 5 miles from my house in a place now known as Old Town, Ohio.

US 68 goes through Old Town and proceeds from there south to the Ohio River crossing at Maysville KY and Aberdeen Ohio. This is an ancient trail used by Native Americans long before Europeans began filtering into the woods west of the Appalachians in the 1700s. According to Eckert, this specific path was known as the Warrior Path. It crosses the Ohio near Limestone Creek, and the settlement that Simon Kenton worked hard to get off the ground. It proceeds past Blue Licks and ends up in Paris KY which is in Bourbon County, just north and east of Lexington.

I decided to drive the Warrior Path on my motorcycle on this cool spring day. It took me a couple hours to drive the 110 miles south to Maysville and drive through the old downtown. Down and back, I kept thinking about the old trail that must have more closely followed the creeks and streams that often border US 68.

It was good to get outside, smell the air, see the fields with their newly greening grass, and visit a town I had never been inside. I'd recommend the trip anytime the weather is cooperative, and I plan to take it again - on a day that I have the time to drive the 25 additional miles to the Blue Licks battlefield.

Reading Tate's "Walkin with the Ghost Whisperers

2006-03-15T18:59:00.000-05:00

Over the last few weeks I have completed the new book by JR Tate.

This is a great book and very worth the reading for anyone who likes
stories about the AT. It picks up from his previous "Walkin on the
Happy Side of Misery" and tells many of the historical stories of the
trail.

Great book.

Posting an audio entry with the telephone

2006-03-15T18:33:00.000-05:00

Today I bought a RAZR V3c to be able...

Looking forward to Spring Hiking

2006-03-15T17:26:00.000-05:00

The days are getting longer and the grass is turning green. Watching the woods come to life is beginning to drive me to a deep longing to get out and hike again.

Just the other day, I was walking in a local park - The Narrows - just making my way down the trail on the moist dirt footpath. A primal kind of desire to walk all day and spend the night in this home-away-from-home hit hard.

But now, it looks like a trip may be closer at hand. I may be able to go hiking in April. That would be very nice indeed.