A confession from Morristown’s Appalachian Trail adventurer

DON'T TREAD ON ME! Rattlesnake on the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania. Photo by Nichole Young
DON'T TREAD ON ME! Rattlesnake on the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania. Photo by Nichole Young
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DON'T TREAD ON ME! Rattlesnake on the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania. Photo by Nichole Young
DON’T TREAD ON ME! Rattlesnake on the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania. Photo by Nichole Young

By Nichole Young

Hey friends! I last updated earlier this month, documenting the swirling high of emotions of hitting the halfway point of the Appalachian Trail in Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia.

Since then, I’ve knocked out four more states (West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey), and I’m a day or two away from completing New York as well.

However, the AT is not all joy and highs. There are physical and mental lows, too, and I have a confession to make. I skipped about 70 miles of trail in Pennsylvania.

There, I said it.

Let me explain. It all started when I lost my phone. It must have fallen out of my pack one day as I was swinging it back on after a break.

That evening, I wasn’t able to find it. I was distraught at losing photos, notes, and worst of all, email addresses of trail angels who had been kind to us and to whom I wanted to send thank-you notes after finishing.

My depression was compounded by Pennsylvania itself. The southern half of the state was lovely – gently rolling, thickly wooded hills, smooth paths, frequent walks through state parks with concessions or nearby delis, miles and miles of flat and gorgeous farmland.

The A.T. in PA starts out lovely and flat...  Photo by Nichole Young
The A.T. in PA starts out lovely and flat… Photo by Nichole Young

But as one hikes north, the trail turns evil. Supposedly, this part of the mid-Atlantic marks the Southern edge of the ice sheets thousands of years ago, so as the glaciers expanded and then retreated, they tore up the earth and bedrock, leaving it churned and rough.

The other explanation we’ve heard is that trail elves come out at night and flip all the rocks pointy-side up, and then file them sharper. Both stories seem correct.

Imagine walking across an expanse of rocks ranging in size from baseballs to basketballs to standard couch cushions to standard couches.

Now imagine that instead of being rounded and smooth, these rocks and boulders are all pointy and uneven, some are wobbly, and some have rattlesnakes on top.

And your ankles are tired from the previous five miles of this, and there literally isn’t an end in sight.

Just a hint of the terrible rock fields on the Appalachian Trail in PA. Photo by Nichole Young
Just a hint of the terrible rock fields on the Appalachian Trail in PA. Photo by Nichole Young

Imagine you hit a flat spot of blessedly smooth and soft dirt, but within eight or nine steps, you’re in another rock field. It is 90-plus degrees, 150 percent humidity, and even the “reliable” water sources have run completely dry.

This is northern Pennsylvania, and it goes on like this for 120 miles.

And so after a mental and physical low brought on by my losing my phone and attempting to hike through these minefields, I called my dad and asked him to pick me up and bring me home, just for a few days so I could sort out a new phone and new shoes.

He agreed to come in the morning and so I was guaranteed at least a short relief.

GOOD SAMARITAN

Dad called back on Alice’s phone not long after. He had received a call from my phone from someone who had found it, charged it, and looked through my contacts to find “Dad.”

 

The trail wandered through the Cumberland Valley for 13 miles of fields. Photo by Nichole Young
The trail wandered through the Cumberland Valley for 13 miles of fields. Photo by Nichole Young

This kind soul was also a thru-hiker. In fact, he was someone we had hiked with for a few days and knew fairly well. He knew someone driving up our way who could deliver it in the morning.

Hallelujah and thank heavens for kind people and good karma. I no longer needed to leave the trail… but for my sanity and my soles I wanted to.

And so I found myself back in Morristown for a few days of R&R. Heather McDermott at the Running Company helped me pick out glorious new trail runners, I saw friendly and familiar faces at SmartWorld Coffee, and I stopped into Glassworks Studio to visit friends.

Home was comfortable, and smelled good, and including cold beer and hot meals and clean sheets.

I picked the trail back up at the Pennsylvania/New Jersey border at the Delaware Water Gap and it felt great to be back with refreshed feet. Those 70 miles are still on my mind, though.

I’ll summit Mt. Katahdin in Maine in September and for all intents and purposes, my thru-hike will be over. But rest assured, in October I’ll be taking a long weekend in Pennsylvania. We have unfinished business.

The heat will have let up and hopefully the water will be running. But the rocks will still be there, as sharp and treacherous as ever. But I know I’ll conquer them, too.

 Sunset on the trail. Photo by Nichole Young
Sunset on the trail. Photo by Nichole Young

READ ABOUT NICHOLE’S A.T. ADVENTURE

Nichole Young is a third-generation Morristown resident, and a 2004 graduate of Morristown High School (as Nichole Fortier). After earning a bachelor’s degree in psychology from the University of Richmond, she worked in pharmaceutical research for three years, then studied dietetics at Rutgers. You may know her from stints at Be Well Morristown, SmartWorld Coffee and, for 13 years, at Glassworks Studio. Nichole fell in love with backpacking during several short trips to national parks out west. After she conquers the Appalachian Trail in October, she plans to start a health-coach training program at Duke University, and celebrate her 31st birthday and her one-year wedding anniversary.

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