After a
long summer semester, things finally wound down with required prep / shows / grading last week so that I could go outside and play. It couldn’t have come soon enough. Though only one of the 2
colleges I worked at finished up early, it was still nice to have time for myself
before and between when the last 2 nights of class transpired.
If you’ve read this blog at all,
you know that, for me, there’s nothing better than finding myself under the
blue skies and little fluffy clouds when I’m starting to feel like I’ve been
confined inside in the stifling claustrophobia for far too long. Long work days kind of do that to people, but
there is a cure, and for me, it’s called getting between the trees. No matter what happens with my Parkinson's, I have made a promise to myself that I will enjoy nature in some way as long as I possibly can.
This condition will not take that from me. I can give up a lot of things, but to see the world's beauty, even if only from a roadside stop, is something that my soul needs to thrive.
The week began with a long walk at a
botanical garden in the Philadelphia over-spill (Longwood Gardens - 1077 acres offers a long walking opportunity) on Sunday
through to a local county park (Money Rocks) and onto a local long distance
trail (the Horseshoe Trail) to arrive at a vista on a national long distance
trail (Hawk Rock on the Appalachian Trail) before proceeding to the culmination
boulder hike at a local international conservation destination (Hawk Mountain),
I spent the 5 days before heading to Georgia for proper vacation in hiking
style.
Different
hikes / walks offer different things. Longwood obviously offers flowers for as
far as the eye can see, but they also offer some trail type areas in the
“outback” field part along with paved paths in the main walled-in area. We no longer try to take it all
in on every visit (why we buy a yearly pass). We’ve seen it all before in some incarnation or the other for the past
decade, so now my wife and I tend to do sections of the park instead. This
time, we went to see the new fountains, which are very ornately sculpted and
magnificent in their European attire.
I’m not
feeling particularly poetic at the moment, so I’ll just let them describe their
own beauty.
As for
Money Rocks, it’s not a very big park. There are multiple trails through the area,
but there is a main loop path that goes for about 3 miles. This descends into the rocks
themselves, which are a boulder pile spread out above a huge wall. They’re
covered with way too much graffiti for their own good, but during the day, they
tend to be pretty much empty of visitors. It also helped that it was hot enough
that most people didn’t want to go out in the 90° heat of summer.
The trail
itself is pretty manicured, though a little bit rocky. For Pennsylvania ,
it’s fairly smooth, though some of it is small rocks thrown here and there.
Compared to some places (see Hawk Mountain ),
it’s a yak trail. There’s not really a lot of elevation, but it is a little bit
rock-strewn in that quick ascent, so navigating that is helped with tree
branches.
The hardest
part of both Money Rocks and the Horseshoe Trail was the bugs. As I said,
neither had a lot of elevation in the section I was in, but they did offer the
bugs a fine dinner with the nasty stank of my sweat from the intense heat of
summer. Here, the Horseshoe Trail was actually worse than Money Rocks since the bugs were fogging
up around me in a haze of gnats and mosquitoes. If you’ve never hiked in the
intense heat of summer, that’s the biggest drawback. Heat sucks, but sweat is doable (if you bring enough water to offset it),
especially if you think (like I do) that it’s an opportunity to sweat
chubbiness off, but the bugs... they really suck because swatting 1 means 8 more appear.
Now I’ve
never been a fan of bugs, but ever since my diagnosis last fall with Lyme
Disease (right after Parkinson’s - they found it while looking for possibilities for diagnosis), I’ve really hated nasty biting insects of
all forms. I know that I talk a lot about Leave No Trace, but bugs… those
critters can go the way of the dinosaurs (even if they are essential foods for
things I do like around).
As for all the thoughts and
theories of what Lyme may be, I know that Parkinson’s has actually has effects
that mirror Lyme, but the one symptom that stands out is that the tremor is
different (resting for Parkinson’s, during movement only for Lyme).
Nevertheless, there’s also loss of energy and things like knee pains with both
of them. If all I had was Lyme, the PD meds wouldn’t have worked, so I know
what I have (especially with regard to all the symptoms that are PD only). In
the beginning, it was hard to figure out what was what for the second bit of my
diagnosis (there was a gap of a few weeks in the Lyme diagnosis), but fortunately, the Lyme was fairly recent and not transitioned into the cerebrospinal
fluid (as to affect brain functions seriously). A spinal tap figured that out
for sure, and now, the PD meds are helping to retain the old hiker me as I move
to life with it and without Lyme (though traces of it will remain despite the Doxycycline that killed the infection).
And that
means getting out in a world where these nasty creepy crawlies lurk. Life is to
be lived, and I choose to live life as much as I can.
Wednesday,
I was feeling stretched from the nearly 6 hot miles on Tuesday. The bug bites
were itching, but I was confident that I could use bug spray to defeat them,
and I did when I eventually got myself to Duncannon ,
Pennsylvania , to ascend up through the
thick boulder paths of the upper section of the trail to Hawk Rock.
I’ve been
there in all seasons, but I’ve never really gotten a good look at the river due
to either fog or winter conditions (which I also wrote about HERE earlier in
the year when I wrote about my ascent and how people looking out for people
with disabilities on the trail isn’t a bad thing; in fact, I take it to be that
it shows they care instead of think I’m incapable to do it on my own).
On this
day, the view was stellar, but it was also super hot. The bugs didn’t join me,
but a lot of high school girls from the local cross country teams did. It was
nice to see so many non-traditional hikers on the Appalachian Trail .
These girls trained hard and motored up the mountain. In fact, when I was done
at the car, a group of girls came back to their car looking like they just got
ready for school. I was sweating like a pig in the mud (as pigs do at 84° or
more, a mechanism that helps cool off their skin), and they were like, “Oh, let
me straighten out my pony tail. It’s time to go to the mall! Why is he so sweaty? Did he just walk 20 miles?”
It’s
definitely nice to know that there are young people into the outdoors and
keeping fit. Enjoy it while you can. You never know when you won’t be able to anymore, so live every day to the fullest. Godzilla and King Kong could rampage tomorrow.
For this, I
live my hiking life in the way that I’d like one more hike of a lot of the greatest hits trails
before I can’t. That’s why I finally took the time to do the back trails of Hawk
Mountain for a culmination of the
week hike. I’ve been to this raptor sanctuary before, and it’s always a
magnificent view off the North Lookout (top of the page). The South Lookout is neat, too, but
other than the mountain directly in front and the River
of Rocks , it doesn’t offer the
challenge that the back end did.
I never
knew how long the trail was, and when I thought of going previously, I wasn’t
sure how long it would take so that I could be sure I could shower prior to
teaching evening classes, so I never risked being on a watch. Now, I’m glad
that I didn’t because I took about 5 hours to do about 4.7 miles.
The rocks
were worse than anything I’ve ever been through, but fortunately, I was
inspired by ninja to do this American Ninja course training session. To put it
into perspective, I actually broke into a sweat going down the mountain. The
boulders were so omniscient that they required slow movement and trekking poles
to walk over and through them. It took me an hour to get to the Golden Eagle
Trail from the top since I was being very careful with my balance.
There’s no
point getting into an accident on a solo hike, especially when nobody other
than me is going to be able to take my tubby self back up the trail – not fun.
The Golden
Eagle was about 800 feet to the upper reaches of the Skyline Trail to East
Rocks. I took another hour to slowly go up it after a little stop for a few
photos at the River of Rocks ,
propping up many a tree as I did.
Finally,
the top offered a flat walk for about a couple “city blocks” before it
traversed into a rock jungle that just offered more and more obstacles. Along
the way, it also offered 3 different ascents that went straight up into
vertical hand over hand climbing. The final one was 30 feet tall, and the other
2 were significantly vertical as well. I took them all on despite my fear of
heights.
Frankly, to
not get over that was to retrace my steps. It’s a heck of a lot easier to go up
than back over 4 rocky miles, especially with minimal food and water left after
a long hot hike.
When I ascended
the rock pile, I startled a young couple who all of a sudden saw this crusty
day-hiker popping up from out of nowhere. We made small talk before I pushed
the rest of the way out to victory and something cold to drink (pink lemonade –
sweet!). Let it be said that air conditioning and cold beverages are a great
reward at the end of a hard day’s hike, and this was the toughest hike I ever
did that wasn’t in the exposed desert (the Wave on the Utah / Arizona border)
or in waterfalls, be they frozen at Ricketts Glen or climbing up them at
Sullivan Run.
The next
morning finished my week with dropping my wife off for work and then using her
work pool’s hot tub to unwind before a day of getting things together for our
trip to northern Georgia to see her sister’s family.
While most
of this trip has been grading, we did go to Tallulah
Gorge State Park
to see a couple waterfalls with her and her 2 children. It was another hot
descent down 600 or so steps to take in the waterfalls and a suspension bridge
over the gorge. As I said, I’m not one for heights, and I was scared as all can
be, but I did it. I was also happy that my wife and her sister’s kids did so
well with it, too. This was the first “serious” hike my wife did since her ACL
accident in 2015, so it was good that she was able to trust herself and her
zombie ligament again (when an ACL is
replaced, it comes from a donor corpse, if you aren’t aware).
The rest of
this week promises more hiking as my grades are now in (quite a few A’s, which
is good for 2 fast summer courses). The only question is will the weather hold
up from rain, which the forecast predicts.
Personally,
I really want to go outside. I’ve already got cabin fever after 2 days of work!
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