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C&O Canal Towpath, Mile 19.6-50.9 (Pennyfield Lock to Landers Lock)

7/8/2016

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Oh, yes, my friends, you read that title correctly.  31.3 miles.  We did it!

Even as we speak, three days after our return, Elsie the indoor cat is industriously sniffing all over my foam sleeping pad, which still smells, no doubt, of soil and the subtly different air of the Potomac riverbanks and bug repellent.  I would like the same aura to cling to me as long as possible, too.  Coming home is a shock, even after such a brief time.  My daily life seems like a thing of such infinite and overwhelming complexity compared to the simple, nomadic trudge forwards that is backpacking.  So I look with trepidation on my to-do list, assortment of creative endeavors, and complicated interpersonal relationships, and dream of the neat 3-oz. box that is my camp stove, the perfectly designed object that is my mini-lantern, and putting one foot in front of the other.
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Ready to start.
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Me too.
Our first day, we traveled 11.2 miles from Pennyfield Lock to the lockhouse at Edwards Ferry, which we had rented for the night.  The weather was lovely-- low 80s, dry-- and walking with our packs, though a little challenging on hips and feet and shoulders, was really not as difficult as I'd feared.  I folded some rags that I'd brought along under my shoulder straps as padding-- next time, I will buy some shoulder pads meant for seat belts.  I have a mean red bruise on one of my collarbones.  My kid got some incipient blisters right away, and treated them with a 2nd Skin blister kit that I'd had the foresight to pack.  There were some mosquitoes, not so many as to be unbearable, but enough to require application of bug dope (kid laughed hysterically whenever I used this term.  "Why do you call it bug dope?"  I dunno, I just do.  Perhaps it's regional?).

​The hardships were minor, just enough to make us feel strong and brave, and for us to be happy to put down our packs periodically, and for the instant coffee I made at lunchtime to taste wonderful.  In other words, perfect.  And we saw lots of animals.  Here is a list I made, just from this first day:
  • A lizard, about 8 in. long, reddish-brown, whitish longitudinal stripes (probably broad-headed skink)​
  • blue heron
  • many turtles
  • many cardinals
  • a raptor (osprey?) holding prey
  • voices of many bullfrogs
  • family of ducks
  • guy on bike with "Jesus is my lifeguard" shirt (kid insisted I write this on the list)
  • 2 barred owls, together (we surmised mother and child)
  • egret
  • lots of squirrels
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The Potomac River.
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Riley Lockhouse (mile 23).
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Kid having afternoon tea.
In the "before" picture of me, you can see that I am wearing a gray fitness tracker on my wrist, a Garmin Vivofit to be exact.  I was very excited to log what I estimated would be about 30K steps per day on this trip.  In the mid-afternoon on this first day, I checked the Vivofit and saw that I had 25K steps already.  I explained with pleasure to my kid that I was bound to break my previous daily record of 29K steps, set in November of 2014.  Can you see the instant karma coming?  An hour or so later I looked at my wrist again.  The Vivofit was gone.

Not one step of my hike "counted."  My kid explained, with perfect rationality, that this made no difference to the actual amount of exercise we were getting.  Only someone who has not worn a fitness tracker would take this position.

​However, I had to try and move on.  We were, at that point, not far from our first night's rest:
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Edwards Ferry lockhouse.
Does that look creepy?  Not from the outside?  Oh, reader, you have no idea.  I wish I had taken some inside photographs (with flash; there was not enough light in that house, even in the morning, for daylight pictures).  Everything on the first story of this 1830 house was covered with a thick layer of dust, as though no one had entered for a hundred years.  No electricity or water, of course-- I expected that-- but I didn't expect the darkness, the dust, the many spiders, and the at-least-one-rat that rustled behind my cot just before bedtime, then proceeded downstairs and ripped into Saturday's breakfast bag of oatmeal and trail mix in my pack.  My kid loved it.  The repetitive, slightly irritating call of fledgling barred owls (which we recognized from our encounters earlier in the day) accompanied our lantern-lit evening card-playing-- until some guys setting off fireworks disturbed the creepy night peace, at least.  I did not get the best sleep on this trip.

We did have our own picnic table and fire pit (at left, beyond photo frame), and we had fun while it was still light, building a fire and toasting marshmallows (something kid desperately wanted to do), then going down to the boat launch to look at the sunset over the river.
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Kid holds marshmallow stick as though it were a flute.
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Friday was another day.  As always, I felt better in the morning.  I was happy to get up in the early light and use my little camp stove to make coffee at the picnic table, leaving the kid to sleep for another half hour or so while I got things organized.  We were on the trail again by about 9:00.  By 9:30, kid had tried various blister treatments and ultimately decided to abandon their hiking boots in favor of the sneakers they had brought along as back-up (I was wearing sneakers in the first place, with flip-flops to wear "in camp").  The sneakers were better, despite the increased risk of a twisted ankle.  I was impressed with my kid; there was no whining or talk of quitting, only matter-of-fact measures taken to solve the problem and improve comfort.

By noontime, we were in White's Ferry, the only location along our hike that could be said to have "services" (beyond firepits, portapotties, and water pumps, all of which were available every few miles).  We'd planned to have lunch at the small store/restaurant there, and enjoyed a break to sit in the air conditioning and eat a hot, non-"trail" meal.  However, my kid-- who's been a pescatarian for the past several months, but decided to suspend their pescatarianism for the duration of the hike so that they could eat jerky-- ordered a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a bagel, as well as what turned out to be a giant basket of cheese fries, and drank a cold bottled Starbucks mocha.  Once we got back on the road, kid was immediately hit by a wave of nausea.  They looked very green, and for a couple of hours we had to stop every so often so kid could sit or lie down, or perhaps stumble off the trail in hopes of throwing up (they found an egret that way that we would not otherwise have noticed).  Poor kid.  I was well-prepared for this trip with many first-aid and pharmaceutical supplies, but it did not occur to me to bring the anti-nausea medication, or the Tums.  

But my kid, as before, kept on going.  It really blew me away.  We took a little extra time, but ultimately kid would stand back up, dust themselves off, and walk a bit more.  Again, there was no talk of quitting, or even quitting-for-the-day, even though it was hot, and humid, and kid felt queasy.

Mid-afternoon, we took a nice long break at a campsite to make peppermint tea and rest.  As luck would have it, the only rainstorm of the whole trip blew in while we were sitting there, and we were able to cover up all our gear with raincovers, sit calmly under a surprisingly-effective sheltering tree, and wait it out, while other hikers reported having gotten soaked.  Beautiful luck.  After the rain, the world was a hot fog, bright green and steaming.  Uncomfortable for humans, but it brought out the animals, especially the turtles and frogs, many of whom migrated from the safety of the canal onto the damp grassy verge of the trail, seizing the opportunity for travel.

Some additional animals we saw on this day:
  • purple martin
  • some kind of salamader (probably red-spotted newt)
  • more barred owls
  • a fox
  • 2 large snapping turtles wrestling in the water (I took video, but my cheap website plan doesn't allow me to post it here)
  • bluebird
  • more great blue herons
  • zillions more turtles
  • many frogs (jumping, difficult to catch sight of)
  • deer​
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An amazing tree at Lock 26. Kid included for scale. Kid is tall!
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Green.
So, that night we camped at the Indian Flats campsite (mile 42.5).  When we arrived, there was a man there with his two sons-- a group we'd run into repeatedly on the trail, as they were hiking a similar hike to ours-- and he strongly advised me not to set up the tent in the spot I was eyeing.  It would heat up in the sun, he said, and then hold onto the heat for hours after sundown.  His voice dripped with amused condescension, as it had when I tried to share the news about our unique snapping turtle sighting and he said, "oh, yeah, we've seen lots of turtles too."  Either he didn't know the difference between types of turtles, or he assumed I didn't.  Kid and I went over to inspect an alternate, more shaded and indeed dank camping location.  The ground there was bare, and muddy from the rain a few hours before.  I did not have a groundcloth for the tent.  The sun was even then being eclipsed by hazy clouds.  Kid and I rested on our packs, trying to politely wait until the man and boys had left before we ignored their counsel and set up the tent in the spot, formerly in the sun, where for this very reason the ground had dried out.  But they took ages filling up their water bottles at the pump, and I do mean ages, as though they were challenging us to openly defy them.  My kid, in an undertone, identified the man's unsolicited advice to me as "mansplaining," indeed not the only time this happened on the trail.  Kid was right.  So I set up the tent exactly where I wanted, with the menfolk watching from the pump.  They didn't say anything.  My kid, on the other hand, was thrilled.
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What kind of fool would put a tent here?
As it turned out, the only thing wrong with the location of the tent was that it was not very far from the picnic table (technically OUR picnic table, since it is a single campsite, but in practice these sites are often shared); and just after dark three young dudes arrived, sat down at the picnic table, and started drinking beer and hanging out.  They had no light sources except for cigarette lighters, so they sat in the dark and continued talking loudly until 2:30 am, at which point I awoke from my intermittent doze, exited the tent, and shouted something passive-aggressive and inarticulate like "Guys!  it's 2:30 am!  Do you think you might be quiet at some point?"  They grumbled into acquiescence and flicked their cigarette lighters for what seemed like half an hour straight while they attempted to arrange themselves for bed, then were finally quiet.  When I awoke again three hours later, ready to get up and make coffee, their beer cans and sweatshirts and lighters were still strewn all over the picnic table, their bodies (encased in sleeping bags) scattered nearby in seemingly random locations, curled pathetically here and there in the grass like slugs.  They'd brought a whole case of beer, I saw, but no tent or flashlights.  Morons.

Using the picnic table for breakfast was out of the question, so I gathered up everything I needed, stepped around one dude who was lying across the path down to the river, and took myself and my stove over to an immense hollow log near the riverbank.  I had already thought, the previous evening, that it would be a perfect spot to perch with my coffee and read in the early morning.  I was conscious of one wakeful but hung-over guy's eyes on me, perhaps envious as he watched me perform my neat morning routine, lighting the tiny stove, filling the pot, finding the instant coffee and oatmeal and trail mix in my food bag, sitting with my book.  I bet he would have liked some coffee.  But I did not offer him any.  My pleasant (now that it was morning) sense of superiority to these hapless young men confirmed my momentary sense of myself as a Backpacking Goddess.  Screw you, muscular and self-assured dad who thinks a woman and a teenager can't possibly choose a tent site for themselves.  He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid--

The rest of the day proceeded with surprising ease.  We had only left 8.4 miles to go on the final day, knowing we'd need to meet my husband at 5:00 for a ride home.  We were there by 3:00.  Lunch was eaten at Calico Rocks campsite, only 3.3 miles from our endpoint.  We took our time.  Also, after being not-so-hungry the first couple of days, I was by now starving, wanting and seemingly able to methodically consume everything in our pack.  This must have been the beginning of the distance-hiker hunger that is so legendary.

My kid continued to hike with a good will, even though their feet were full of blisters and they had cut their instep the previous evening on a tent stake in the dark, prompting short-term panic and distress.  In the daylight, it didn't matter: they said they had more energy, in fact, than they had on the previous days.  They are a Backpacking God/dess too.  

We saw fewer animals on the last day, perhaps because the weather was drier, or maybe because we were focused on the endgame and not paying as close attention.  We did see a long, slim, mostly-black snake on the path-- though we almost overlooked it in its perfect stillness-- I am not certain of the type, but am guessing it was a ribbon snake.  We also saw a pileated woodpecker, only the second time we have actually seen one along the C&O, though we have often heard their booming hammer.

The best part of the last day?  Kid said they'd like to do this again.

Some last day pics:​
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Kid really wanted to take a picture of this marker. 30+ miles!
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Train tracks paralleled the trail at this point.
​When we got to Lander's Lock, we felt like we could have hiked much farther; but once we'd flung our packs into the grass and settled down to snack (relentlessly) and read for the next two hours until my husband arrived, we didn't even want to get up and walk  down the boat ramp as far as the outhouse.
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The end.
Fortunately for us clueless (biological) females, we were not allowed to simply enjoy the successful conclusion of our chosen hike in peace, but were in fact approached by an aggressively fit, spandex-wearing man on an expensive bicycle and enlightened by a short treatise on all the other area hikes which we should surely try and which were implicitly preferable to the one we were actually on.  He had, of course, done these hikes himself, including the 40-something-mile stretch of the Appalachian Trail that passes through Maryland and which, he said, he had "day-hiked."  I hope he meant that he hiked it in day-long sections; but, even if he meant that he hiked the whole thing in one day, I basically do not care.  UNSOLICITED.  Do you understand, mansplainers?  Were we talking to you?  Do you know anything about us?  What gives you such confidence that the women of the world, even perfect strangers, are awaiting your precious information and insights?  I'LL PUT MY TENT WHERE I FUCKING WELL WANT TO, AND I'LL HIKE WHERE I WANT TO, AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.  WE ARE FINE.

Also, I don't want to hike the Maryland section of the Appalachian Trail.  I want to hike the whole thing.
Here is a link to the National Park Service map of the C&O Canal trail.
4 Comments
Mark Elliott
7/9/2016 07:27:22 am

Wow! You hiked more in one weekend than I did (cumulatively) in the service. I especially love the last sentence. :-) I am in awe of the two of you. I'll just go sit on my butt and eat ice cream now.

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Eve link
7/9/2016 04:08:53 pm

Mark, that cannot be true! We hiked 31 miles-- you MUST have hiked much more than that, surely!! Really no awe is necessary, we are not in particularly good shape and I have now been in pain for the past week. :) Hope you enjoyed your ice cream though.

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Ellen
7/11/2016 01:24:34 am

I FREAKING LOVED THIS!!! YOU TWO ROCK!!!
I loved the photos, the details, and, most definitely, the attitude.
Terrific narrative of what it all felt & looked like, and all the idiotic, working-hard-to-be-superior males you encountered.
Way to go!!! xoxoxox

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Jen
7/11/2016 06:22:15 pm

Awesome!

Also, I want lizards.

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