Cool hiking blog action
Sunday, January 17th, 2010One of our regulars in the Trailspace Forums is a veteran backpacker who posts under the handle Tipi Walter — so called because he lived in a tipi he built himself a mile from the nearest road high in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Stories of the tipi and other accounts taken from decades of trail journals have been posted at this blog. One choice nugget from the pre-tipi years:
THE DOG
For many months I’d go to sleep there and in the middle of the night a stray black dog would curl up next to me and sleep. By morning at the crack of dawn he was gone. We were friends and we didn’t even know it. I miss that fellow.
Walter has lived our Walter Mitty fantasies of chucking all the crap and heading to the woods. He’s also gone on more than a hundred multi-night outings dutifully recorded at his TrailJournals account. One day on the Benton MacKaye Trail with his girlfriend, trailname Little Mitten:
Finally after miles the trail left the creek and became a real trail and then it was hard hiking on rocks, rocks everywhere. This part was in many ways the hardest part, trying to make time but all body parts screaming, knees bleeding and calves knotted up, arms tired and the back burning.
Mitten stumbles and falls, cheeks turn red and burning, eyes bulging out and lips seething, shouts floating on the wind going nowhere. Her walking stick is flailed against rock, a broken wish to destroy all things natural and yet she goes on, biting the bullet. We go down on the right side of the creek and there are a thousand rocks to step over. I move fast because I want to camp, to simply hear the big creek and cook and camp.
We slow down and trip, I in my own way am in ecstacy. Backpackers of all people will understand. As we continue down I am looking for an old car engine block sitting in the middle of the trail, I know once I find it we are getting closer. I see it and sit down to rest, Mitten is far back and seeing red. All is well in the Citico Wilderness.
Walter’s last wild outing concluded around New Year’s, a 15-night outing characterized by ruinous cold and tent-bending snow.
Now that’s hiking, folks.
Another one finds Carolina…
I happened upon another recent addition to North Carolina’ hiking-blogging roster, one Jenny Bennett, who moved to the mountain town of Brevard in the fall of 2009. No telling what you’ll find here (Jenny’s also an authority on the Boer War), but chances are it’ll always be worth a look.



