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So, America, you’re probably wondering what we have been up to. On Tuesday, we had a beautiful day of walking on our approach to the state forest. The upcoming mountains looked quite terrifying on a topographic map. We traveled down Jordan Run Road for many miles during the Magic Hour, and it was by far one of the most beautiful days of walking thus far.
As it started to get dark we decided to camp behind an old schoolhouse, but were getting worried because of our proximity to the road. Luckily, a friendly fellow named Robert extended an invitation to his house just up the road. It turned out to be Robert’s birthday, and we were welcomed by his family and friends into the festivities.
After a good night’s sleep on Robert’s lawn, we got up on Wednesday and tackled the hardest climb of our trip. We had been warned many times about the 5-mile steep gravel road on FR 75. We knew it would be a hard push, and it was. For 3.5 hours we trudged upward, climbing from 1500′ to over 4000′. Kait carried a backpack, and I pushed our cart – which weighs more than I do – to the top of that mountain.
The climb led us into the Dolly Sods Wilderness, famous for year-round unpredictable snow, constant wind, bogs, bears, and getting hikers hopelessly lost.
Lucky for us, we had to detour around the worst of it because of our pushcart. It is a strange and inhospitable landscape, and was a welcome treat after the climb.
We coasted down along the ridge of Dolly Sods and met my parents, who drove in to visit us for a few days. We have spent the last two days resting in Canaan Valley, catching up on sleep, stretching, laundry, showers, and important businesslike tasks. We even took a drive up to Spruce Knob, the highest peak in West Virginia.
Thanks to the healing powers of family, food, and comfy beds , we are hitting the trail refreshed. We have decided to take a small shortcut to bypass some very treacherous road miles. My parents are dropping us about 10 miles north of where we stopped walking, and we will take detour trails to meet back up with the ADT. It is a minor cheat, but after scoping out the road we were worried about, it just isn’t worth the risk to us or the dogs. Better safe than sorry!