Day 16: Backwood Forest Surgery – Noc for Sassafras Gap Shelter (7.1 miles)
I woke up with beautiful stays to rain. Wendy, one of the owners, planned to move to the NOC around 10:00, and since hikers tend to be early elevators, we had time to hang out on the big porch before leaving. I asked Wendy if she and her husband Scott would be open to me interviewing them. Scott is chiropractic and had a patient, so he did the interview alone. She talked about how it is for her and her husband possess the shelter and some of the stories that hikers tell her when they are there. They also attend to more than hikers. With the Noc only a couple of miles away, they have many beams and the kayakists also stay with them.
Scott and Wendy
After the interview, I took a couple of photos of Wendy and Scott, signed his excrement wall of hikers, and then loaded in the truck and drove the two miles back to the general store of Noc.
We expected rain all day, but we had a short window without it during the first hour of our walk that day. But once the rain began, it did not stop until we reached the shelter.
One, Weast, two timer
One, two timer, magnum, optimistic
Optimistic
It was a constant rise of approximately 3300 feet on the 7.8 -mile walk to the Gap Sassafras shelter. The shelter and the camp area were filled and those who arrived late ended up having to walk to the next place.
Optimistic, Weast
After we all settled, two timers (called like that because he is on his second walk) decided that he had had enough suture points in the fall that had a week more or less before and wanted them. After a consultation with Dr. Silver Crotch (a real nurse), Timber decided that he was equipped for the procedure. Two timers was a model patient and handled the thrust and painting as a professional.
After the procedure, we were treated with some beers in which a guy called Mule entered. They were the best of Milwaukee and, since I cannot resist a stupid word game, Mule Walkies Beast was quick. I know. Am very fun.
Day 17: The legs of the path arrive – Sassafras Gap Shelter to Cable Gap Shelter (15.4 miles)
Sleeping inside the shelter is never my first option, but I chose it on placing my tent on the wet floor. I simply sleep better in my cozy portable house. However, sometimes it makes sense to remain in the shelter. It was a difficult night. There were snoring and teeth grinding and the sounds of the sleeping pads throughout the night. I am also a person with a loud sleep pad, so I don’t have much space to complain, but when there is a symphony of them, it is … a lot.
After getting up, I could see the valley through the trees and that there was a layer of clouds settled there. I hurried and packed my things to be able to make a mile walk to the summit before everything was burned. I did it.
One, Widget, Magnum
I ended up spending a good amount of time having breakfast and taking photos. It was the best view of the path so far.
We descended to Stecoah Gap to find a magic of incomplete paths and a construction zone. There were a couple of good things (wrapped sweets, water jugs), but also a dried bean bag, a can of vegetables and a zipoc bag of loose pios.
Construction diversion
The walk off the Toccoa gap was brutal. I did not look to the future in the elevation that we would be doing that day, so it took me totally by surprise. However, it may be better that way. However, a good thing that came out of that is that I could definitely say that my paths of trails were entering. The uphill was brutal, but not as brutal as it would have been a few weeks before. In addition, my ampoules had been cured, which did everything better.
Those paths of paths and the lack of blisters were really useful during the last 2 miles of the day when Widget and I almost ran through the mountain to the shelter to avoid an imminent storm. He met a large multitude of eager people to arrive in Fontana the next day. The emotion was palpable.
Day 18: The Dam Bubble – Gap Cable Refuge to The Fontana Hilton (6.8 miles)
All were excited to get going and get to Fontana and it was a relatively easy and fast descent that morning. The refuge of the Fontana dam, also known as Fontana Hilton, is the last refuge before the Smokies. He obtained his elegant name of pants because it is a relatively luxurious shelter with a cargo station, hot showers, a water source, picnic tables and real bathrooms. You also get a view next to the lake with your stay!
Lake of Fontana
Near is Fontana Village, which has a post office, a restaurant, a store with some light reprimand options and a laundry carpet. We call a transport service to the town and a good man arrived in a van. After everyone loaded their bags on the back of the truck and the door closed suddenly, a worrying look fell on our driver’s face. He closed the keys inside the truck. While we all shoot and worried look at each other, he entered into panic mode. His radio did not reach the reception and, therefore, had to borrow someone’s phone to call someone to bring the additional keys. They arrived there a few minutes later, but they were the wrong keys. After a while, he could finally open the rear windows enough for Widget to approve the arm there and open the door.
I can’t smile with the keys locked in the truck!
We arrived at Fontana’s village and some people had some clothes to do while others had some mail to send or collect. I entered the store, I obtained some supplies and waited outside while everyone finished their tasks. We climb the restaurant and drink pizza and beer and we have some salads to go.
RUIDÓN
Back in the Hilton, we were all filled with emotion to begin the times. When a great hiker conglomerate moves more or less together along the path, it is called a bubble. I am not talking only about a great people’s party, but up to 100 or more that are a few miles from each other that move more or less at the same rate. With the refuge completely full and the store area to the fullest, we were definitely in a bubble.
Widget, Weast, Magnum, Short Short, Dr Silvergrown
Dr Silvergrown
I was raining a little, so we spent the time in the chatting shelter. I decided to sleep there to have a faster morning when leaving the camp. It was not the best sleep night, but, apart from almost crawling to bed with someone after getting up in the middle of the night to urinate, it was not the worst sleep night.
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