[at-l] some more of this dozen of eggs...
AThiker at smithville.net
Thu Dec 23 07:12:29 CST 2010
So...here I goes again. 12 years ago Monday....
After I left Flint Mt. Shelter, I did the climb up to Big Butt.
Somewhere in there was something nearly as strange as the
'Z' in the
sky: An older model Chevy Blazer sitting in the middle of
This was not on one of the many 'roads' (railroad grade or
roads) that are prevalent in the area. This was on standard,
single-width AT. It was easily 1/2 a mile (Hmmm, 5 tenths),
much more, from the nearest 'road' (the dirt road near the
Monuments). The engine was still hot, and was popping and
cracking as it
cooled. It caused a very uneasy feeling in me, as I didn't
want to be
around if someone returned 'to the scene'. I did a quick
look inside to
make sure that no one was inside and hurt. The window was
someone climbed out. Creepy.
I went out to the view at Blackstack Cliffs. They had been
when I hiked this section the first time. Later, I saw a
with an antenna about the same size as the one on my house.
He was a
nice guy, I guess. I gave him M&Ms and Cheetos. This was at
Shelter (Little Laurel?). Somewhere between Old Hayesville
Allen Gap, I found two bottles of Coke(the beverage). I
drank one with a
snack at Allen Gap. I saw a guy litter. I hate litterers. I
really do. I
made it up on top the mountain that Spring Mountain Shelter
is on. I
can't think of the name of it. There was a nice Sunset that
(Why did I capitalize 'Sunset'? I'll never know) Spring
had the loudest mouse I encountered on the hike. I never saw
him. He was
between two layers of tin (I guess) roofing. Every move,
everything he did resonated through the whole
crack the roof with my fist and he'd quiet down for about 40
drove me insane, I tell you. Insane. I was glad that I had
the viles of
Coke. I slept on the right side of the shelter looking in.
something funny happened that night, but I can't remember what.
Something to do with alien spacecraft...I don't remember....
12 years ago Tuesday was possibly this:
I hiked in to Hot Springs, NC. On the way, I passed
some hunter-type men. They were teaching an unhunter-type
kid to be a
hunter-type kid. They were chasing, yes 'chasing' a squirrel
woods. Well, dad and junior were. Granddad was yelling at
first thing I heard as I was coming down the hill (the hill
that you go
down to get to the bridge over that highway north of HS) was
a bunch of
shooting, then a bunch of yelling. I waited a little while,
up the hill.
The shooting stopped, and I started again. The fellers were
on the Trail when I got there, 'cept for the kid-type one. I
them for a while. They were okay, just not real good
least the kid-type one.
Anyway, I got to town at about 11. I called my good friend
Kauzlaauzlaauzlarich. I ate fajitas while I waited for her.
We went and
visited Wingfoot for a while. In fact, I think she met me at
She took me to a grocery store in a town that wasn't Hot
is where I did one of the things I regretted most on the
entire hike. (I
did not regret the thing that happened in Buena Vista. I
results. Big difference.) I was in a grocery store, and a
store, and a dime store. I did not regret this part. The
part that I
regretted was the part that made me say "$15 for a
disposable camera? No
way I'm paying $15 for a disposable camera." When I was in
the Smokys, I
would have paid $115 bucks for half the camera. I would have
left liver for one on Thunderhead. I would give my GED
one picture of that sunset. (Were I to have my GED
certificate, I mean.)
Again, anyway...I spent a very enjoyable evening with the
Kauzlaauzlaauzlariches. (From now on: Kuazes) I also
learned two things
about chickens here. Who would have
thought that there were two things I didn't know about
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