Kemo Therapy

I spent last Saturday doing some hiking on the Appalachian Trail (AT) in my continuing quest to hike the AT through the section of northern Virginia that I live in. This in itself isn't that memorable. I probably spend 10 to 15 days a year hiking the AT by myself - much to my sister's chagrin.

I had a beautiful day for hiking and knocked out about 6 AT miles, 12 miles round trip. I started out just north of Route 50 and headed south from Ashby's Gap on the AT. The trail climbed steadily higher as I walked south, steeply at first and then more gradual after the first mile. About two miles in I came to an opening in the trail. This was the edge of Sky Meadows State Park, which is exactly as the name implies, a series of high alpine meadows with trails that run through them.



Just before mile 4 I said goodbye to Sky Meadows State Park and the AT meandered back into the woods as it went further south. My destination was the Dick's Dome shelter, about 2 miles south of Sky Meadows. I was making good time and the breeze was keeping the bugs away - it was a good day!

It wasn't too long before I saw the brown sign up ahead pointing me to the Dick's Dome Shelter a little ways off the AT. I always try to check out each AT shelter I come across. I have learned that all AT shelters are not created equally. It's good to have a handle on which ones to count on and which ones to avoid on a multi day hike. Dick's Dome is about 0.2 miles off the actual AT, a fairly long distance after you have been traipsing through the woods for 10 or 15 miles.

I was hoping Dick's Dome would be empty so I could really poke around and get a good feel for the place but no such luck. I could see a man setting up camp as I approached on the trail. He was wearing bright yellow Crocs as he puttered around, which I found quite comical. There is no way I would lug a pair of those ugly ass shoes this far into the woods, but that's just me.

Much to my surprise, he was very friendly and talkative, so I knew he wasn't from around here. It turns out he was from New Hampshire and his trail name was Kemo. Kemo was just a few days shy of finishing the entire AT, all 2,176 miles of it! Kemo is a section hiker and he has been hiking 75 to 200 miles of the AT for years and years. He said he began hiking it in 1967 and he will finish it this week at age 67.

I sat down and shared my carrot sticks with Kemo and we talked like old friends about Maine, New Hampshire, the crazy winter of 2010, and of our stories on the AT. I even convinced him to pose for a photo. I offered to email him a copy but he said he didn't have an email address, go figure. So Kemo, here's a salute to you and your conquering of the AT, I am right behind you! Well not right behind you, technically I am 2,093.8 miles behind you, but progress is progress!



Mood: Cleansed


Song Of The Day:

"Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight."

- Enter Sandman

Metallica


It's Ironic :

That I saw a Motorist Assistance Vehicle disabled on the side of the interstate today.