An “epic” hike – The CHC considers resumption of bus rides – Merrick Garland confirmed as Attorney General – Evening statistics
GC, a friend with whom I have performed some of my most ambitious hikes, has particular criteria for a hike to deserve the epithet of “epic.” It is not sufficient for a hike merely to be strenuous. It must involve going off of defined trails, provide a measure of difficulty in finding the way to the destination, and offer a challenge in the ruggedness of the terrain. The hike that I participated in yesterday amply fulfilled these conditions.
The hike consisted of two bushwhacks, one of which I had done several years ago, albeit in the direction that was the reverse of the one we used yesterday. Still, it offered no surprises. We descended down a trail that went outside of Shenandoah National Park to a country road until we reached the park boundary again. From there we crossed a stream and bushwhacked upwards along the stream. The object of the bushwhack is to see a waterfall that cannot be reached by the defined trails, and it is well worth seeing. The water streams over a rock wall several dozen feet high, culminating in a limpid pool at the base. The weather, moreover, provided the ideal conditions in which to view it; clear and warm, without being oppressive or humid. After we left the falls the ascent became much steeper and the undergrowth was dense at times, which slowed our progress considerably. But we were able to locate the trail that returned to Skyline Drive without too much difficulty. The trail ended at an overlook, where we had lunch, and then we began the second part of the hike.
So far, this description does not sound especially toilsome. And indeed the second part was deceptively easy in the beginning. We descended about 3½ miles along a fire road to a stream crossing, and then we followed an old trail until it came to a point where it was no longer maintained. Even so, the undergrowth was not difficult to get through and it was easy to follow for a time. Eventually, however, it petered out and we had to struggle through, snaking our way through breaks in the rock wall of the river gorge and crossing the stream on occasion. Eventually we came upon another trail that led to a junction with an old road and, after about a tenth of a mile further on, to the second waterfall. This waterfall was a bit of a disappointment. We could view it only from a distance, partly obscured by trees. And here we made our great mistake.
Some of the group members wanted to view the waterfall at a better angle, so we left the trail and went upwards through an area that not only was steep but was covered with undergrowth. As matters turned out, even as we got closer it was impossible to get a full view of the falls; we never could find an angle at which the trees did not get in the way.
At this point we had to begin our return. We had descended about two thousand feet and we knew that the way upward would be strenuous. The old road that we had passed offered the most straightforward way of getting back up to one of the park trails. But we had climbed a couple of hundred feet and had crossed a branch of the stream in pursuit of this elusive better view of the falls, and some were reluctant to reverse the effort we had made in arriving at our current position. I was dubious about the proposal to continue going straight upwards, for the incline was very steep. We had had dry weather for the past few days, but I was apprehensive the amount of rainfall in the previous week would make the soil underneath loose in places. But complaint or argument would have been idle, for I could not possibly have found the return route on my own. So we went on, and as we did so the footing became more and more insecure.
Then one of the members in our group stepped in a spot where the earth gave way and he took a bad fall, causing his ankle to brush against a rock. There had been other falls earlier in the hike – I took one myself at the end of a stream crossing, but it ended in nothing worse getting my shoes and socks and some portion of my trousers wet, not a significant issue when the atmosphere is warm enough to provide no danger of chilling or frostbite. But this fall caused a serious injury. At first we were apprehensive that the ankle had been broken, but after he attempted to get up on his feet and put his weight on it, he found that he was able to walk. The ankle, however, was badly gashed and bled copiously. We had to bind it up before we continued our journey.
It was clear that we could no longer go straight upward. DG, the hike leader, set out on a new route that went parallel with the trail that we had used between the road and the waterfall. Eventually the road would begin to ascend and the idea was that we would eventually be able to reach it. Going through this area was sheer torment. The footing undoubtedly was firmer and there no longer was much danger of sliding downwards, but there was no path of any description and everywhere we turned overhanging twigs and branches constantly impeded the way. And when DG and I finally reached the old road, we made the belated discovery that none of the other members of the group were behind us.
Eventually RT, another member of the group who had taken a different route to the old road, rejoined us, but there were five other members that had to be accounted for. DG retraced his steps and called and blew his whistle to signal them, but they were out of hearing. By this time it was past five o’clock and we were forced to continue if we were to reach our cars by twilight. There were several different possible scenarios to look forward to:
- We could reach the parking area and meet the others there waiting for us. They had gotten a significant head start on us because DG had searched for them for several minutes, so this outcome was not only possible, but likely.
- We could reach the parking are only to find the cars of the others gone. In that case we would have inferred that they reached the parking area and had taken off, after growing tired of waiting for us.
- We could overtake them on the trail that led to the parking lot. Since one of the five had been injured, they almost certainly were going at a slower pace than we three were.
- We could arrive at the parking area and not find them there, with the cars parked in the position we had left them in the morning. At that point we would have to notify the rangers that five hikers were missing.
We earnestly hoped that this last scenario would not be the one we would have to face. The rangers would not have been pleased. Searching for people who have become lost wandering on trails is always difficult and it becomes doubly so after nightfall; when the people to be rescued are known not to be on any recognized trail at all, the situation becomes nightmarish.
Matters turned out reasonably well in the end. We followed the old road, which had not been maintained and contained a few obstacles in the form of fallen tree limbs and patches of undergrowth, but which on the whole was relatively easy to follow. From there we reached the trail that led back to Skyline Drive. Within the last mile we came across four of the hikers who had separated from us. The fifth had gone ahead to the parking area because they thought we had already arrived there and she was dispatched to tell us that they were safe.
That was not quite the end of the adventure. The hiker who had fallen and been injured earlier had been weakened by loss of blood and dehydration, and his legs had cramped to the extent that he was having difficulty in moving. When we joined up with the others he was resting on the ground and was uncertain whether he could manage the distance that remained (about half a mile, a formidable distance if you’re in a state in which it causes sharp pain for every step you take). Fortunately, being subject to such cramps myself after over-exertion, I always carry salt tablets with me while hiking. I provided a few of these to him and they were reasonably effective. At length he was able to get to his feet and move again without pain.
The hike was over fifteen miles and involved more than 4200 feet of ascent. It would have been a significant undertaking in the best of circumstances. It was not surprising that we were all very tired by the end. When I add that the return drive took about two hours, no one will astonished at the fact that by the time I reached home I was conscious of two imperative needs: first, to prepare food and consume a much-needed dinner and second, to take a warm shower, as much to drive off the chill derived from being clad in clothes moist with perspiration as for cleansing purposes. During these activities a third pressing need became apparent to me as well: namely, to take to my bed and collapse in a kind of torpid stupor that might conceivably pass for slumber.
I was too tired to compose an entry for yesterday after these events, or even to obtain the daily statistics. After a brief repose of 9 hours or so, however, my spirits and energy are restored and I am able to contemplate the hike I have described in a somewhat calmer state of mind. It was not a wasted effort by any means. The first waterfall of the hike was lovely; the streams that we paralleled contained many smaller cascades that sparkled and danced in the sunlight; the views from the Hazeltop Ridge overlook provided views of the distant peaks in the southern section of the park; the area enclosing the Conway River, the second of the two streams we explored, has a wild beauty of its own. If it were not for the mistake we made in straying from the pre-prepared route, it would have been a strenuous but quite a rewarding hike. As it was, it was an object lesson in what should be a fixed rule for any hiker: never hesitate to backtrack if you have reason to believe that you have made a wrong turn along the way.
Among the emails awaiting me upon my return – which, however, I did not open until today, being too tired yesterday to use the workstation at all – was one from PF, the director of the Capital Hiking Club, asking board members to meet on a day in the coming week, with a view of discussing the resumption of the club’s hikes. It is possible that setting up rides in chartered buses, as we have done in the past, may become feasible during the next few months.
Various errands claimed my attention today, and consequently I have not spent much time looking at the news. There is, however, at least one noteworthy item: Merrick Garland is now the Attorney General, five years after the motion spear-headed by Mitch McConnell prevented him from securing a place in the Supreme Court, determined that he would never obtain a prominent position in the national judicial system. Latterly, however, McConnell has not been particularly successful in his resolutions, and on the current occasion he actually voted in Garland’s favor, perceiving that he would gain nothing by opposing the nomination.
Today’s statistics as of 10:00 PM – # of cases worldwide: 118,630,045; # of deaths worldwide: 2,631,996; # of cases U.S.: 29,862,124; # of deaths; U.S.: 542,191. I cite the numbers from a later time than usual because I was occupied with CERT training tonight.