Hiking along the Appalachian Trail in New Jersey – The resort town of Vernon – A rant concerning pharmaceutical advertising – Trump loses in court but keeps delaying – Evening statistics
After I departed from my aunt’s, I extended my absence with a project I’ve been meaning to do for many months: that is, hiking more of the Appalachian Trail. Specifically, I wished to cover the portion that goes through New Jersey, resuming my trek where I left off after my visit to Delaware Water Gap nearly two years ago. I had intended to begin this attempt in February, when the daylight hours are getting longer. But this past February the rise in virus cases made traveling of any kind inadvisable, and afterwards I was scheduled for the trips to Sequoia, Idaho, and Burkes Garden. At this point virus cases, of course, are on the rise again, but since I’ve been fully vaccinated and have received the booster as well I felt emboldened to make the effort.
The place in which I stayed was Vernon, NJ, at a hotel in the Mountain Creek ski resort. The hotel contains condos that are privately rented out as well as regular hotel rooms, and I stayed at one of these. Such an arrangement is a good deal less expensive than booking a hotel room directly; and the room, in addition to being spacious and comfortable, contained a kitchenette in which I could prepare breakfast. This condition is critical for the purposes of hiking, because it is otherwise difficult to obtain breakfast at a time sufficiently early to make the most of the daylight hours. In checking into the hotel I discovered that the caution that the New Yorkers have been displaying over the pandemic has not extended to the city’s neighbors – Vernon is a mere 55 miles away from Manhattan – and that not a single one of the guests whom I encountered in the lobby and corridors, nor the hotel clerks themselves, wore a facemask.
Incidentally, the hotel clerks seem remarkably ignorant about the hotel’s own rules. During the last day, when I was taking out the garbage, I found a notice next to the chute asking that no glass be included. But there seemed to be no place to leave glass bottles to be collected. When I went down to the hotel desk to ask how glass should be disposed of, their response was “Can’t you just put it in the trash bag?” I pointed out that the notice specifically said that glass in the trash bag could adversely impact the trash compacter. In the end they agreed to take the bottle off of my hands, but I was somewhat surprised by my position of being more concerned about conforming to the hotel’s regulations than its own employees.
Vernon proved to be something of a letdown. Admittedly I was visiting it just as the ski season was beginning and the guests at the hotel were not numerous. But the town itself is without charm or distinction and Rte. 94, the street that connects the various resorts to the town’s main street, is not agreeable to walk upon, being without sidewalks and with shoulders that in some areas become narrow as a thread. For a resort town, it does not offer much in the way of shops or restaurants. The cuisine of the Far East is, somewhat improbably, well-represented at Vernon, for no fewer than three of the restaurants provide Japanese, Chinese, and fusion menus. (The remainder of the restaurants tend to be pizza places.) I went to the Japanese restaurant the first night, where the dinner was only fair, and I did not venture on any of the elaborately described sushi rolls when I found that none of the sushi chefs were wearing facemasks. After that experience I relied on food from the supermarket for my evening meals.
For two of the hikes themselves I was able to arrange a shuttle service, which I had never done before. I was extremely fortunate in my driver. Not only was he an efficient driver well-acquainted with the local roads, but he also was quite knowledgeable about the AT itself and on both hikes he gave me a brief précis about what to expect on the section I was to cover. He also was solicitous about my welfare, requesting me to notify him by text when I had safely completed my hike or to contact him if I was having difficulties.
To take the hikes in order –
12/7 – Wawayanda State Park to Rte. 94 and back, 10½ miles, 1600’ elevation gain
This was a fairly nondescript hike, until the end. The hike is only 5 miles each way (plus an additional ¼ mile along a spur trail from the park’s visitor center to the AT) and the elevation profile did not appear especially daunting, at least on paper. But the last part of the hike descended Wawayanda Mountain along a series of enormous rock slabs over the length of ¾ mile before reaching the road, and then of course I had to backtrack as well. I later discovered that this section is known as the “stairway to Heaven” and is a popular local hike on account of the challenges that clambering over the rock formation provides, rather like the hike on Old Rag is in this area. Had I known about this in advance I would have approached the segment in a different spirit; as it was, I was extremely frustrated about the slow pace I was making, being anxious to return to the car and navigate my way to the hotel before twilight descended.
12/8 – Wawayanda State Park to the State Line Trail and back, 8½ miles, 2300’ elevation gain
Again, this hike was fairly nondescript, but it was redeemed at the end by a rock scramble up to a ridge line, followed by a walk along various relatively flat rocks on the ridge to the intersection with the State Line Trail, where the AT leaves New Jersey and passes into New York.
It was quite early when I completed this hike and I had intended to do an additional there-and-back from the parking area along Rte. 94. But I was feeling under the weather that day: I was dragging my feet at the end of the morning hike, where the terrain is not at all difficult, and I think I may have had a touch of fever, for I was unable to feel warm even after I returned to my room at the hotel and it took an effort of will to eat, even though I was hungry after my exertions. It took an effort of will, also, to stay up until 8:00 before turning in to sleep; I did not want to go to bed too early, because if I got up in the middle of the night I would be in poor condition to start a long hike hours later, after sunrise.
12/9 – High Point State Park to Culvers Gap, 14½ miles, 1900’ elevation gain
Everything went well on this hike. The fatigue that had overtaken me the preceding day had completely disappeared. Moreover, the weather had undergone a distinct change for the better. It had been rather gray and overcast the first two days, but a gentle snowfall had visited the area during the night, leaving about ½ inch of snow on the ground. The sky was still clouded, but the cloud cover was thinner than it had been on the preceding days, allowing gleams of sunlight to break through. I had the best part of the day, as it happened, because the sky became overcast again by about 3:00.
This hike had a great deal of variety, with numerous overlooks. Several provided views of the lovely Delaware River Valley, which I had first seen during my excursions in the visit to Delaware Water Gap nearly two years earlier. It was inexpressibly cheering to see it again during the final descent. And it was such a relief to know that once I completed the descent, I would not be forced to go up it again. Indeed, the advantages of using a shuttle were felt throughout the hike. Since I was assured of sufficient daylight for 8 hours, I was not in the least pressured for time. As a result, I could take some of the trickier parts as cautiously as I liked, without making a frantic effort to get over them as quickly as possible. These “trickier parts” were somewhat numerous. The AT in New Jersey tends to be rocky – not to the degree that it is in northern Pennsylvania, where the encounter of one boulder field after another at length begins to inspire an emotion something akin to inveterate hatred; but sufficiently uneven to require care in places, particularly in descending. As I noted earlier, the elevation profile of the trail on paper appears moderate, but several of the ascents and descents are, though short, quite steep, and the descents in particular should not be undertaken too hastily.
The AT in New Jersey is much better marked than it is in northern Pennsylvania. Blazes in most areas occur with great frequency. It sometimes happened that the amount of leaves on the ground obscured the path, as is usual during this season; but whenever I felt a doubt about my direction, I only had to look around and I would invariably find a blaze to orient me. I would not go so far as to say that it is impossible to get lost on the AT in New Jersey – but one would really have to work at it.
12/10 – Mohican Visitor Center to Culvers Gap, 18 miles, 2700’ elevation gain
“You simply flew yesterday!” was my shuttle driver’s comment when I was riding with him to the beginning of this day’s hike. I would not be at all surprised to learn that my speed was unaffected, or perhaps even faster, as a result of the more deliberate pace I took in areas that seemed to call for it. It may well be that the attempts to dart over the more challenging portions of the trail are self-defeating in the long run.
I did not enjoy this hike to quite the same degree as the one I did yesterday, but that was on account of external factors. For the hike from High Point I had three advantages: 1) a coating of snow that to some extent smoothed out the irregularities of the rock surfaces; 2) sub-freezing temperatures that transformed muddy patches into firmness; 3) sunbeams continually breaking through the cloudy sky. All of these were gone on this day: the snow had melted, exposing the rocks in all of their leaf-covered glory; the muddy patches had relapsed into mire; and the day remained overcast despite the warmer temperatures. On the other hand, the hike itself was quite impressive, with many overlooks. At the beginning, in particular, I was pausing at locations just yards apart from one another, looking down into the valleys below. And at the end, just before the final descent, there was a particularly magnificent view of Culver Lake and of Branchville beyond. The hike included a couple of rock scrambles, invigorating without being unduly arduous. I was certainly tired by the end of the hike, which was by far the most strenuous of the four I had done. But, I was, so to speak, agreeably tired, pleasantly conscious of having succeeded in the goal I had set for myself for that day and conscious as well of being enlivened by the exertions that seemed to intensify my senses of sight and sound and smell and taste, even to the extent of savoring the fresh quality of the air I was breathing.
Afterwards I drove home, crossing the Delaware River at one of the roads that leads to the Poconos resort area and thereby avoiding the horrors of the New Jersey Turnpike. Traffic in the Harrisburg area was certainly a bit congested, but not to extent of enforcing that infuriating stop-and-go driving that is so common in driving along I-95 in the Philadelphia, Wilmington, and Baltimore areas.
Because I was unable to arrange shuttle pickup for each day, I did not cover quite as much of the trail as I had hoped. But I did complete over 40 miles (some of them, of course, repeated twice during the there-and-back hikes), and barely over 20 miles of the AT in New Jersey remain to be explored. Perhaps I will be luckier this coming winter than I was during the last one and get the opportunity to complete this section.
During all of this time I did not have access to a workstation, and so I obtained news from television, chiefly from CNN and Fox News. I prefer to use the Internet as a news source: it is much easier to switch from one report to another to compare the two and at least make an attempt to reconstruct the events that actually occurred. All of our major news channels at this point have abandoned making even a pretense of impartiality. One feature, independently of the discrepancies in the reports between news channels, struck me very forcibly. The news channels rely a great deal on advertising for their funding, and among these advertisements is a proliferation of those for medical products.
And when I say “advertisements,” I mean full-length narratives. Not one of them is under a minute, which is a long time for a commercial. Almost invariably they show people in a background of various outdoor activities: camping, fishing, sailing, swimming, etc. – presumably to establish some sort of connection between their products and Mother Nature. Strange as it is to relate, I have never encountered substances such as dexamethasone, rilpivirine, lexapro, methamphetamine, and so on, in the course of my wanderings out of doors. Perhaps I’ve been looking in the wrong places.
And what medications they advertise! I would not give a single one of them to my neighbor’s dog. The list of side effects for each of them rivals that of the Ten Plagues both in severity and diversity. There is said to be some degree of monitoring for pharmaceuticals in process, but it is certainly not evident from the fact these products, which have so many risks associated with their use, are bought and sold as casually as aspirin. The peoples of other nations look on with wonder and disbelief at how blithely American pharmaceutical manufacturers are allowed to hawk their own products, a sentiment with which I heartily concur.
All of the advertising distracted me a bit from the news, I admit. There was not much of importance in any case. Trump has had some legal reverses in his attempts to hinder the committee investigating the events of January 6th. These do not appear to have had any material effect on him. He continues to levy lawsuit after lawsuit to delay matters to the greatest extent possible. So do his disciples. Perhaps this is a good thing in its way. He has graphically demonstrated how easy it is to thwart our judicial system by clogging it with baseless lawsuits, and such a demonstration may arouse a reaction that at long last will initiate some much-needed tort reform.
I did not get the statistics for each of the days I was in Vernon – not having access to a workstation makes it more of an effort – but I did get them for a couple of the days.
Statistics for 12/7 as of 9:00 PM – # of cases worldwide:267,344,403; # of deaths worldwide: 5,285,841; # of cases U.S.: 50,252,315; # of deaths; U.S.: 812,013.
Statistics for 12/9 as of 9:00 PM – # of cases worldwide: 269,701,841; # of deaths worldwide: 5,302,088; # of cases U.S.: 50,533,153; # of deaths; U.S.: 815,237.
Today’s statistics as of 9:00 PM – # of cases worldwide: 269,982,622; # of deaths worldwide: 5,317,616; # of cases U.S.: 50,762,671; # of deaths; U.S.: 817,789.