This was my first backpack…how did it take me 44 years to find out that I would LOVE this! I was unsure of myself a bit but took off down the trail anyway. What a great decision!
Little Caesar helped me prepare…what a god send she is…taught me how to pack my tent with the pad, how to pack food, clothes, everything so I could get my pack weight down. The heaviest thing I had was water, of course. My pack was about 30 pounds…totally ridiculous for a one night backpack, but whatEVER…I didn’t care…I was on the trail and I was not going home! or maybe I was home?
It was a gray, cloudy sky and a little nippy as we started down the trail from Pen Mar. When we reached the first shelter, we took a break and had lunch. As we finished up a cold light drizzle started, so we put pack covers on and got moving to stay warm. Lucky for us the drizzle did not continue. But as we approached the Tumbling Run shelter sleet began to bounce off our rain jackets, packs, etc. Again, it stopped as we climbed our last 900 feet for the day, found a nice camping spot, set up our tents and snuggled in for the night. It was 3:30 PM. The cold rain started in earnest, but I was snug in my tent!
The next day was a glorious early spring day with blue skies, brand new jack-in-the-pulpits and that really clean, fresh rooty, earthy smell that comes only in the spring. We climbed up to Chimney Rocks and bathed in the morning sun. Feeling it warm up my frozen toes and face was so wonderful!