7/18 – 7/19/2018 Stecoah Gap to NOC
After a night at the Hike Inn, we were smelling good, feeling rested, and ready for another overnight on the trail. I had looked forward to this section all year…Cheoah Bald!! A real bald!
Breakfast could have been fabulous. I dreamed of scrambled eggs, toast, hash browns, and coffee. Alas, nothing was open when we wheeled out of the parking lot headed to Stecoah, so I made do with trail bars and Gatorade. 😦
It did the trick somewhat. My stomach was not in its best form today. The restaurant we went to the previous night did not have any viable vegan options, so I chose what I thought was a dairy-free meal, since that is the big culprit to my system. Regrettably, it was not dairy-free! I tried my best to scrape off all bits of dairy…but no luck and as I climbed out of Stecoah Gap I was feeling it. It did not keep me back, but it kept me in check all the way up to Cheoah! Not my best day hiking!
My hiking gals were none the wiser, thank goodness! I climbed, and climbed. That is one long uphill! It got a bit hot, so we stopped and used my backpacker fan (which I procured for free at the Summit). That fan was a BIG win!
Then as the trail leveled out, I caught a glimpse of something amazing through the rhododendron bushes.
The bald, the bald!!!! We HAVE ARRIVED! 😀 😀 😀
Amazing, and just like that, all memories of that hard climb evaporated into the bright blue sky! I pulled out my big red poncho to spread on the ground, then sprayed myself down with bug spray…no ticks on me, please. Falling back on the poncho I undid the laces on my boots and kicked them off, perfect!
Now it was time to relax a bit. Big climb over, I took it all in. The blue of the sky, the big, white puffy clouds that drifted lazily from right to left. The breeze as it made its way through the towering grasses, the bees as they hummed about me, the soft scent of hay and clover, the birds chirping to each other, the butterflies as they floated by, and me. I was able to hear, no, …really hear, and see, and feel, and smell! Oh, what a day! What a place! I felt I was a lucky person, indeed!
After the bald, it was a short downhill roll to the shelter. And guess who was waiting for us?
Uncle Charlie’s crew…sans Uncle Charlie…who had, indeed, ditched out due to his bum leg and hitched his way into the NOC. Who was, according to brother and son, currently rafting down the river loving life! Oh, Uncle Charlie! So happy you were having a great time! 😀
I pitched my tent down the hill, then immediately had to visit the privy, which was like a kazillion feet above me on the hill. Oh, the humility. Ugh.
It was a good sleeping night! haha 😀
The walk downhill to the NOC was not as bad as I thought it might be after my experience coming into the NOC last summer on the opposite side (which had major erosion due to fire damage). This side of the hill was a piece of cake compared to that! I kept waiting for the “jump-up” listed on the map. I finally decided to check Guthook’s App…turned out we were sitting just downhill from the “jump-up” taking in a lovely view while eating some snacks! Wow, didn’t think anything about it…I mean does it even warrant a nickname like “jump-up”???
The rest of the way down took a long time, for sure! and our feet were beat! For the last two miles, I fantasized about soaking my feet in the river. We could hear the happy din of people playing on the river as we made our way around and down the mountain. It added to my desperate fantasy! I needed to be at that river like a mile ago!
And then we were there. And if you have ever backpacked into the NOC, then you know how good it is for your morale…people treat you like a superstar! They want to talk to you about the trail, they are in awe that you are carrying a backpack, on and on…All the good vibes! Hike On!