It's Been Awhile, Again

Well, we said posting would be minimal, and we weren't lying! We're a month in to the semester, and things are very busy. Working, reading, trying to keep some level of social life (it would be nice to know some people over the next three years) and sanity, meals...we're making sure it all gets at least sort of done, but our schedules are definitely overfull. We've been taking the bus, which gives us some time in the morning and afternoon to do something non-work related (Lee: or as also happens, more work stuff), and have been getting stuff done around the house when we can. We've had a few things going on at the same time, with some setbacks in each as happens with such things, but have finally finished the front garden!

 Starting point. Some scraggly plants, a lot of weeds, everything patchy and overgrown.

We had hoped to get a lot further with the outside areas by this point, but we've got Virginia Creepers. Some people, myself (Ana) included, react to this plant as if it were poison ivy. We learned this the hard way, and consequently did not have as much gardening (or anything else) done as we originally intended, as I was having severe allergic reactions and Lee was sick. Knowing what we wanted out of the grounds, in general, we asked for some landscaping advice from Lee's professional parents and picked up a (very full) car load of plants when we visited New Hampshire before classes started. We hoped to get things in the ground quickly, but classes started and daylight hours at home with time to spare have been minimal. We started by digging up the big things we didn't want in there and Freecycling the ones that were good but not for us. Then we outlined the desired space with some rope:

After cutting out the edge and tweaking it until we liked it, we sprayed the area with weed killer to get all the grass and other undesirables out. It took roughly two weeks before it killed what it was supposed to kill, so we waited until we had this:

Almost ready. We would need to till in some compost to make the soil better for our plants and break up the existing dead roots, but we also needed to dig up the drainage pipe that was connected to the gutter downspouts. These pipes are fairly common in this area to help rainwater drain away from the house. Ours was buried too close to the the surface (showed through in several places) and had a fairly ugly opening on the end:

For our nice 3-day Labor Day weekend, we planned to dig up the old drainage pipe, bury it deeper, till the front garden area to prepare it for planting, and maybe start putting things into the ground. That did not exactly go as planned.

We did manage to get the pipe out and re-buried. The two days we were working on this, it rained. Poured. It was very, very wet. We played in the mud anyway. The real problem was finding a second pipe system underneath the first one (were we wanted the first one to be), so after determining that the second pipe system served no purpose (Lee: I'm 99% sure it was an improperly installed French drain - tilted uphill, bone-dry on the inside during a rainstorm) we ended up digging out all of one and most of a second, since they were both in the way of planting. The first pipe runs along the entire length of the house, coming from the back gutter drainpipe to the front. Eventually, we got it all out, and back in, and the sun shone all Monday when we were back inside doing the homework we didn't do Saturday and Sunday because we were out in the mud. Of course. At least it was done, and done right, and just about ready to plant.

 Now we just needed to figure out exactly where our plants were supposed to be. We played around with a few configurations, placing the pots here and there, and Skyped home to Lee's parents to get some more input and be sure we were placing each plant in a pleasing place, far enough away from its neighbors that when they start filling in, they won't be overcrowded.

We tilled, planted, re-planted a couple that weren't quite in the right spot, and mulched. Now we just need to keep it all watered and happy, and in a year or two, we should have quite the front display!

Now to make the rest of the property look as good. I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.

Feline Shenanigans

The yard is coming along, but we haven't made enough progress to post about it. Instead I give you kitten shenanigans, because we've had some of those!

First off, a leash. Layla is very interested in the outside world, and must have a window available in every room to see what's going on outside or she gets antsy. While these cats are strictly indoor cats, I felt she might enjoy going outside, so I bought her a harness. The first time, she did not particularly appreciate it (and it was the only time she's scratched me):

Once we got the harness on, I had to adjust it (which she also was less than pleased with) and I let her hang out for a little bit with it on inside, to get used to it:

When she eventually stopped attacking it, we headed outside to check out the wide world of the front porch:

The encroaching trees and creepers have since been cut back

She was quite confused by this experience, and snuck from one corner to the other, trying to figure out what this new place was and why she was there. She then made her way from one step to the next, with my encouragement, and we explored the front pathway in the same crouched, halting manner:

She doesn't mind the harness now, and we head outside every so often when she's interested. She knows to stay away from the back door (which we typically use) but will run to the front door if she thinks she can go outside.

As for the little one, she likes hanging out on people's shoulders. If you're standing around, doing the dishes or talking, she'll put her paws around your leg in a request to be put up on your shoulders. Every morning before I go to work, we spend some time walking around the house together. She likes Lee's shoulders too, but he's a bit more skeptical:

Alternatively, she'll fall asleep on your feet while doing dishes or other standing-around chores, and then it's always a dilemma for me, move the cat or try to find something else to do while standing in the same spot. Lee just moves the cat.

KITTENS!

For the last year or two in Japan, any time I had something about my job or living in Japan that was particularly grating, my mantra was "X more months left, then I get kittens." We'd have to choose a place to live in Indiana that would allow pets, and since we ended up buying a house, there are no pet prohibitions. The plan was to get two kittens, preferably litter mates, so that when we're not around they have each other to play with. I went to the local pet shelter, Almost Home Humane Society, a few times to take a look at the cats and kittens available. They had a LOT of cats, and Layla, a Brown Mackerel Tabby (according to the vet), caught my eye. One of the excellent workers there took the time to help me check out Layla, who was very playful and well-behaved and nice. I've only gotten one scratch from her in the two weeks she's been here, and that was my fault. She was just over a year old, so I wanted to get a cute little kitten to be her friend.

We went back into the kitten room and started taking the kittens in with Layla, one by one. We tried a bigger male 6 month old, but Layla is a fairly small cat and was scared by the larger, more playful kitten. We tried two little black kittens, Emerald and Sapphire. Emerald was really freaked out by Layla, who just wanted to sniff hello. Lots of hissing and claws from the 2-month old, so not her. Sapphire was not exactly pleased with being put in with the larger cat, but neither was she overly upset by it. No major adverse reactions, so Sapphire was a maybe. I decided to go get Lee before making a final decision.

Fairly typical sleeping position

When Lee came, the dog visitation room was the only room that was open, and Layla was quite upset being in that room. She was very nervous and tense, and not the same cat I'd seen that morning. We tried one more little black kitten, Banzai, but she was so aggressive for a 3-month old that Layla was running from her. Sapphire it was, though Lee still wasn't sure about Layla.

The kitten needed to get spayed the next morning, but Layla could come home right away. At first, she was a bit cautious, not really sure what was going on. After exploring the house and realizing she could wander just about anywhere, she started running around the house, running into things (example: face-first into a table leg at speed) and generally being happy she was out of a cage. Lee still wasn't convinced she was a good cat (I had to go out to run some errands), so he brought her into the office in the hope that she'd calm down. By the time I got back, she was cuddled up and purring in his lap as he was working on his computer. She's pretty much his cat now and spends at least some time every day curled up in his lap while he's at the computer.

We brought the kitten home the next day and there haven't been any problems between the two of them. She seems to have two speeds, asleep and turned up to eleven and she doesn't stop purring. We don't particularly like the name Sapphire, but haven't settled on a final name yet. Princess Murderface Cuddlekins (Lee: a joke name created in Japan where Ana picked part of a name and then I did) gets thrown about, and we've been calling her "Itty Bitty Kitty" or "Terrorista" depending on her level of activity as well.

I'm very happy to have them, and especially happy that they're (for the most part) very well-behaved and smart cats. Of course, more pictures on Flickr!

Moving In

Since we were no longer going to be hiking for the summer, we wanted to do something useful and productive. We moved all of the things that were still at home as well as the stuff from Japan that was in a storage unit to Lafayette, Indiana, where we bought a house. We moved a LOT of boxes, mostly books, and mostly Lee doing the moving since I was still fairly lethargic and useless.

We put most of the things where they ought to go, though we don't have much storage space here in the main house, and bought some of the more important things. A car, a bed, a KitchenAid stand mixer, and of course, a grill:

We plan to make quite a few improvements to the house. We know we'll be refinishing the floors and painting all the walls, maybe trying to reclaim doors and floorboards that were painted over to bring back the original wood, but we haven't yet decided exactly what we'll be doing in each room and what order to do it in. The one thing that could really use some obvious work is the plant life outside:

The previous owners used a lot of plants that work well as groundcover under the mature trees, and that means a lot of plants that shoot out tendrils and spread over anything they can touch. In this case, it's everything lining the garage and pathways:

There are some daylilies, a rosebush, and other plants hiding in here!

Again, real bushes and daylilies in here!

We have two options here, either nuke it all from orbit and start anew, or pull out what we don't want and add in more of what we do want to make it nice again. Since there are a number of rosebushes, daylilies, and other plants that we like (even if they are in need of pruning and/or relocation), we're going to attempt to reclaim most of the yard. We're fans of the backyard covered in groundcover like ivy rather than grass, so keeping that and filling in the patchy areas with more ivy or other easy-care, shade-loving plants is our plan. We'll be using local Purdue resources, xeriscaping, and the Uncanoonuc Mountain Perennials downloads to help us. It'll take some time, but hopefully it'll be worth it!

Appalachian Trail, Section One

While Lee was out eating cheeseburgers, rescuing Beagles, and seeing some amazing sights, I wasn't feeling so hot. I got a ride from Standing Bear hostel to Hot Springs, NC to wait for Lee and hopefully start to feel better. He made it in good time, covering the 33 miles to arrive around 1 pm on the second day. I wasn't feeling any better, even after sleeping for hours and hours (and hours). I got a ride to Erwin, TN, the next logical town, and waited there for Lee again, this time 67 miles away and with a pile of books from the Hot Springs library book sale. We figured I could always come back in the fall to pick up those missing miles, and if Lee kept going until I could continue, we still had a chance of finishing.

 $2.50 breakfast in Erwin, $1.39 for the biscuits and gravy plus an additional egg and sausage (Lee: I was not brave enough to eat this, picture of another hiker's food)

When he made it to Erwin, I was feeling a lot better, though not great, so we slackpacked for a day. Slackpacking is when you either have your pack sent on ahead or you get a ride up the trail and walk back, with only the water, extra layers, and snacks you should need for however many miles/hours you will be out instead of your whole pack. This is a great system when you want to make a lot of miles in a day or want to take it easy but still get some miles in. I still wasn't feeling as good as I'd hoped, but I really wanted to keep going forward on the Trail.

Slackpacking - we borrowed small packs from the hostel for the day to carry the necessities

We took off the next morning from Uncle Johnny's hostel in Erwin towards the Greasy Creek Friendly, a hostel 16 miles away (after our slackpacking was accounted for). I realized a couple miles into the trek that this was not working and that it was my last day on the Trail for a while, probably for the entire summer. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, no way was this from low iron, and I was feeling slightly feverish (again). We made it to a road about 4 miles from the hostel when it started to rain and at the rate I was going, there was no way we'd make it to the hostel before dark. We hitched a ride in the back of a pickup and he took us all the way to the hostel, a big help for me. Hitching is a lot easier when there's a female around; no cars stopped for Lee, who went on ahead to the road to look for a ride, but the first car that passed stopped when I was there even though I wasn't trying to catch their attention.

Greasy Creek was packed with hikers (the owner said it was a record), everyone trying to make it to Damascus for the following weekend for Trail Days or at least as far as they could get before finding a ride in. We were on the floor the first night due to the 21 other hikers who got there before us. Greasy Creek Friendly had a TV plus DVD/VHS player and a large selection of videos/DVDs for hikers coming through, so there was entertainment, and hot food was imported from a local restaurant.

Lee considered continuing on with the AT, since he pretty much had his trail legs by then and was easily doing 20 mile days. He decided that while finishing would be great, there was no guarantee he'd finish and since we started together, he wanted us to finish (or not) together, which ended our 2012 Thru-Hike attempt, because even if I felt better in a few weeks the schedule would be shot.

My symptoms were similar to Lyme's Disease, so we went to Johnson City to get tested. The following weekend was Trail Days in Damascus, Virginia, a place where past, present, and future 2000-milers join up and have a parade, a talent show, and a huge marketplace for gear where companies show off next year's models. I was feeling a bit worse, and staying in our tent in a huge field surrounded by the hikers who would be continuing when we wouldn't be just didn't sound like a fun time. We stayed at the hostel for a few days and then rented a car to drive the 14 hours to NH, the cheapest and fastest option for getting home.

Pretty good barbecue in TN to fuel us for the long trip ahead

As it turns out, I didn't have Lyme's, and a few days after getting from New Hampshire to Indiana to start setting up our new house, Lee got quite sick with all the same symptoms that I had and a higher fever.  I think it is safe to say that whatever this is, it is a disease and it is contagious - probably a virus (Lee: whatever this is sucks, and it doesn't go away quickly). My deepest, most sincere apologies to any hikers I may have accidentally infected! On the plus side, we can now set up our house and hopefully get some of the planned renovations in before classes start and things get crazy, even if we're not finishing the Trail due to illness.  We have plenty to do and this will make our fall a LOT easier.

Now we may be AT Section Hikers (walking the Trail over multiple years), or we may try for a Thru-Hike some other year if we have the opportunity to do so. Either way, we had a lot of fun, we learned a lot about extended backpacking (how to pack our stuff, what we actually want/use, what and when to eat for maximum performance, etc.), and we plan to go back again. We will finish it someday, but not this year.  The sorted and organized Flickr set is up, please see that for more pictures.

Hot Springs to Erwin

I walked out of Hot Springs bright and early, meeting up with a hiker named Slim who we'd run into a number of times before.  I did pretty much the whole first day with him, as talking makes the miles go faster.

Looking back down at Hot Springs

We had fairly glorious weather and made steady progress 

Towards the end of the day, Slim's hiking partner Jukebox and some hikers he was with caught up with us (Slim does early starts and steady walking, Jukebox sleeps in then runs) and we sped up to match their pace.  At a road crossing, we encountered a sign indicating that 0.7 miles along the road we could find a place that would sell us cheeseburgers.  The idea of cheeseburgers warred with the idea of walking an extra 1.5 miles that day, and cheeseburgers won.

 We did find the establishment, though we had to wait half an hour before the cook was ready to take orders even though we arrived inside of listed business hours.  Since there is only so much daylight and I had walking to do, this was less than stellar.

The wait was rewarded by large, juicy, inexpensive burgers.  I only had one because I knew if I ate two I wouldn't be able to keep walking, and would instead eat four and stay at that restaurant/hostel.  Trail hunger is a fearsome thing, and my body taught me that eating every 45 minutes or so while hiking was critical for being able to keep pace.  Town food is just a whole other story and I don't think I have ever eaten so much in single sittings as I have a few times on the AT.  I feel this pictures does a good job of illustrating hikers and food.  After my burger, I got back on the trail and did the four miles to the shelter that I'd been intending to go to, then ate dinner again.  The rest of the crew stayed and some of them ate more - I hadn't expected to see them again that day but they also made to the next shelter, though mostly in darkness.

The next morning took me up on to an extremely exposed ridgeline, so I was extra-glad that the weather was good.  The views were pretty solid as well, do check the Flickr set for more of them.

When I encountered this sign, I must admit I wondered "But WHEN are you planning on setting fire to the forest I am currently in?  'Cause that's sort of important!"

The major adventure of the second day was the beagle encounter.  I was walking along the trail, minding my own business, when a beagle walking the other direction along the trail plopped down at my feet and looked at me, clearly communicating "I need a human to solve my problems, and I have chosen you."  I'd run into a very 'country' gentleman in camo on an ATV earlier in the day who had lost some fox hunting dogs while fox hunting, and I figured this was probably one of those.  Of course, the place that I had seen that guy was at least 12 miles back from where I was.  

 That's my food-bag cord and carabiner as makeshift leash

I offered the dog water, which it didn't want, which was good because I didn't have that much with me for sharing.  There was a phone number on the collar, so I waited for hikers behind me to catch up, borrowed a phone, and called the number, which went directly to voicemail, probably because that guy was still up in the mountains looking for his dogs.  I couldn't stay where I was (no water there) and I was unwilling to abandon a dog that had clearly asked me for help, so I tried walking it down the trail with me.  The dog was not going anywhere - too tired to move more than a few dozen feet.  I picked up the dog and carried it the mile or so down to Rice Gap (I'd left a message on the phone saying I would try to get the dog there, being accessible and the nearest landmark) and allow me to inform you that 1) the dog was heavy, and I was carrying it in addition to my normal load and 2) the dog did not smell good and very shortly neither did I.  At Rice Gap, I put my bag down hoping that no bears would eat it, and took side trips down the dirt road looking for anything that looked like civilization, where I would be able to turn the dog over to someone with a phone and so forth.  I didn't find anything, but while I was looking I believe the guy on the ATV came into the area, because I heard shouting and horns blowing and someone obviously trying to make a ruckus, and the dog took off in that direction.  I'm not positive if I helped or hindered that process, but I'm pretty sure the dog made it home.  I still had two uphill miles to walk to the shelter, which thankfully wasn't full so I didn't have to set up the tent in the gathering dark.

The next day took me across Big Bald, which is supposed to be another place for outstanding views, but it was in a cloud when I crossed it and everything was pretty much gray. 

 I meant to get a picture of the Bald Mtn Shelter, because it was one of the nicest I'd seen, but I forgot.  I did take a picture of myself going to get water at that shelter, with my sweet hat and scrufftastic trail beard.

The shelter that night was very full, but I still had a spot.  There were some weekend hikers there and they built an enormous fire, which was a little annoying because the pit was much too close to the shelter and the smoke blew inside.  This was made up for when Two Men and a Dog and Phoenix (other thru-hikers) rolled into camp late and cooked hot dogs over it.  They had way too many so I got three hotdogs with buns and mustard to supplement my regular dinner with, and I didn't have to pay for them or carry them to the camp.  Trail magic!

 It was only 7 miles in to Erwin the next morning, and I left early and hustled because rain was threatening.  I just beat the rain to the hostel and was well pleased to not get soaked.  Once again, the hostel was right on the trail and Ana was there waiting.

Standing Bear to Hot Springs

Without Ana to moderate my pace, I attacked the mountains with foolish vigor.  Her keeping of a reasonable pace was definitely the smart thing when we were together, but had meant that I never really opened the taps and pushed myself hard.  In the first four hours on my own, I did ten miles, carrying close to 40 pounds, and across a section with more than 4000 feet of climb.  If you're not up on your distances and weights, that is a pretty beefy walk.  Felt outstanding as I bounded over obstacles, sweeping other hikers into my dust.

 

Approaching the Summit to Snowbird Mountain, half a mile vertically above the hostel

Snowbird Mountain had stunning views - possibly the best on the trail to date.  I highly recommend checking the Flickr set to see some of these panorama shots in larger sizes.  I stopped there for 20 minutes or so and had a snack so I could enjoy the views for longer.

After Snowbird, the terrain dives down to make room for the next big up-a-mountain stretch, which climbs to Max Patch.  Now, in the guidebook, it lists Max Patch as having scenic views, but it lists that for a lot of places.  What Max Patch actually has is the best views in at least the first 375 miles of the AT by a meaningful margin, in my book.  I thought Snowbird was something special, but Max Patch just clobbered me.  360 degrees of green mountains and nothing else.  I really wish it had been a reasonable place to stop for the night, so I could have stayed for several hours, but I had to settle for another snack and a lot of pictures before moving on.

Max Patch itself

One of the views from it

After the four-hour speed binge, I realized I probably needed to turn it down a couple of notches so as to not die, and since I'd already done 90% of the hills for the day, I could still make good time on the flats while putting in less effort.  Since I'd had to split the gear with Ana in haste for her early-morning departure, the job wasn't particularly cleanly done and I'd given her the tent to make up for some of the other extra weight I was carrying.  Given the distance to Hot Springs, I would only need to stay in a shelter for one night and we hadn't encountered a completely full shelter in some time - it was a risk, but not a particularly stupid one.

Around 5 in the afternoon, it started to look like a storm, and I was close to an empty shelter and ducked into it to avoid the downpour.  It seemed to slow after about an hour, and I wanted to get to the next shelter which was only five miles and a 900 foot climb away, so I headed out in a lull.  I got rained on pretty well after that, but I did make the shelter, which proved to be one person short of full, which was very lucky for me as my backup plan would have been to walk either 5 miles back to the first shelter or the additional 13 miles to town, at least the second half of which would have been in the dark with my headlamp.

 The shelter is in the book as a 6-man, but five men and a dog (not shown) was definitely the limit.  Also, since people are taller than they were when the shelter was built in 1938, it was impossible to get both feet and head on the sleeping platform at the same time.  

The shelter was up quite high and the wind was blowing so it was cold up there, but well within the abilities of my gear - I put on almost everything but I was toasty warm all night long.  A mouse did run across my bag towards morning, but nothing of mine got gnawed on so that was OK.

The next morning I had an easy 13 mile downhill jaunt to Hot Springs, where I found Ana at the conveniently located hostel.

National Forest on the left, hostel on the right - it is pretty much on the path

As a matter of fact, pretty much the whole town of Hot Springs is on the AT, and they mark the path down the main street with signs in the sidewalk and along the road.

The two-day rest that was supposed to get Ana fully rested to get back on the trail was not successful, and she was feeling much worse than she had two days ago.  I took a zero day and the awesome hostel staff gave us a free ride to a clinic 30 miles away to get her tested for mono, which she didn't have.  Her bloodwork also showed normal iron.  So, we were a bit confused and decided to give her another several days off to see if she got better or worse.  I'd walk the 67 miles to Irwin, the next town, and meet her there.