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Begins: Jul 15, 2012
Date: Wed, Jun 27th, 2012
Start: A cornfield
End: Duncannon, PA
Daily Distance: 19.8
Trip Distance: 45.1
Entry Visits: 488
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Today I woke up in a cornfield. It had been a rough night of sleep, and as a result I was slow to rise. Upon hitting the trail I felt well again, and made good time across the familiar ground. I did not run into any other hikers, and assumed that this was because most had started a few miles ahead of me at the shelter, or a few back in Boiling Springs, leaving me to fend for myself in terms of boredom. I listened to an audio-book to occupy my mind, but soon found the burning in my leg muscles to be excruciating, like a finger held over a lit match. I stopped often to let the pain subside, and the day dragged as i continuously slowed down. Still, it was to be expected as I was out of shape.
Upon entering the town of Duncannon for a total of 19.8 miles, I resupplied at a Quick Mart and decided to stay at the local haven known as "The Doyle". For those of you who don't know it, The Doyle is like the Mos Eisley Cantina of the Appalachian Trail, but a hiker's paradise none-the-less. Overrun, dirty, and crowded with travelers, the hotel had been in business for over a hundred years. The first floor was nothing but a bar, and going upstairs I could find great patches of the ceiling missing where someone had torn up the plaster in order to fix one thing or another, and then just left it with all the pipes and other innards exposed. I liked it immediately.
After a painstakingly long wait at the bar (The entire first floor was teeming with hikers), I secured a room on the second floor. I went inside, and found that another hiker was already there. After talking to the bartender, I received yet another set of keys, complete with a bottle opener and fish weights, for the next room on the floor. As I opened the door to my new room I was greeted by a scene straight out of the 1800's, minus the electric that was brought in via extension cord. It took me three tries to properly shut the door, then I threw my keys on the bed, unpacked, and left to eat.
I had a large supper of Turkey Sub and pizza, and upon returning to The Doyle decided to be social and sit down at one of the tables. Beside me was a hiker named "Swiss" because he was from Switzerland, and the two of us began sharing stories from the AT, in addition to talking about trips out west and the PCT. We were later joined by other hikers including a local who was planning on thru hiking in 2013, and soon everyone was talking about their travels and showing eachother fantastic photos, making my previous thoughts of working at Volvo all summer seem kind of silly. Why not be larger than life?
I left the table feeling pretty happy, like I had been having a conversation with Indiana Jones and Crocodile Dundee for the past hour and that I was a great adventurer myself. Then, upon reaching my room, I realized that I had locked my keys behind me when I left for supper earlier that day, and so I had to rush upstairs to the keep, embarrassed as hell, and ask for a spare. Though knocked down a peg, it had still been a great experience, as the diverse atmosphere of The Doyle had enriched my desire to see the world.
Pacific Crest Trail - 2012
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
and now I'm hiking South Bound haha
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