Harpers Ferry, VA - Duncannon, PA (125 miles)

Julie and Kelly dropped me back in Harpers Ferry where I met up with Wheeler who had been hiding from the rain on a porch. A park ranger named Linda kept us company and ended up inviting us to stay with her in the downstairs apartment. We made some dinner and got good sleep before heading out the next morning.

Hiked into Maryland and enjoyed Gathland State Park with some surprisingly cool monuments and camped out with friends at free Back Packer campsite with showers and the works. A former thru-hiker in the area met us on a run and came back with ice cream as a surprise! Fun night.

The next morning we walked into Washington Park and saw the original Washington monument - looks like a giant stone bottle with vista. This area is full of statues and plaques. We get civil war history lessons every day. Later that night we all made it to the Mason-Dixon line! Enjoyed a local park, as well as MORE trail magic ice cream, and a nice field for stealth camping.

Seven miles in I FINALLY caught Thin Mint and Ziggy Stardust still sleeping off the rain in a shelter - they are friends from my first round back in March that I've been chasing since April. They joined our gang and we all headed into Caledonia Park and the official half-way point of the trail. After luxurious Quarry Gap shelter in PA (hanging flowers, board games...) we went to some look outs, chased giant rat snakes, and genally took our sweet time getting into Pine Grove Furnace, PA: home of the famous half-gallon challenge!

2 other mutual pals were waiting on us there and we sat down with about 12 to try and consume 1/2 gallon of ice cream each - a tradition upon reaching the trail's 1/2 way point. Regrettably, I didn't cut it. But Fat Kid clocked in at just over 10 minutes! A new record. We're all very proud.

On our way to find a sneaky place to camp just outside the park we ran into 2 ladies who remembered Winston (Wheeler's dog that hikes with us) and invited our gang of7 to stay with them in Boiling Springs. When we made it to town the next morning they picked us up. The boys camped in the back yard while Thin Mint and I had our own room inside. Our new friends had beer and dinner waiting.

We planned to hike out the next morning but after a late lunch, swim in the spring, and unexpected nap on the lawn we accepted a zero. Sally had given us another friend's number who picked everyone up (7 people, 1 dog, 7 packs, 1 air compressor in 1 truck) and invited us to his home on the Mountain. Turns out Bruce was a carpenter who had built his incredible home, as well as a shelter, and 2-story lookout where we set up camp. If any one in PA is familiar or in the grotto: turns out his family also owns Lincoln Caverns. I learned all about lava tubes in Hawaii and his experience on the PCT.

Once we forced ourselves to leave town we walked along pastures and farmland for 2 days - took a nice break at a pond, and did some swimming in the Juniata, before making it to Duncannon where I am currently sitting. PHEW

BillVill has a hiker feed here this weekend - lots of soccer, tennis, food, games. Ashely and her family were nice enough to take me in for the night last night as well! She then came out and joined us for an afternoon on the river with some local folks who offered to lend us their boats. Mom and my grandparents also stopped by today to see "tent city" and meet my friends.

Only a week or so left... too sad to talk about it just yet though.

Lexington, VA - Harper's Ferry, WV (220 miles)

Another long stretch-

After saying my goodbyes to Julie and Kelly I hiked in 8 miles and camped with friends - one of the brightest moons yet! We set up in a field and enjoying the shadows it cast.

The next morning dawned less glorious as I awoke with the "trail plague." 24 magical hours. Obviously my phone was broken, we weren't near any roads, and nobody had a map... A high school backpacking class on the other end of the field couldn't direct me and had no phones either. Geez Louise.

Finally Waldo got a signal and I called a trail angel that another hiker miraculously had the number for. This incredible man (Ken) essentially spends his time transporting and rescuing thru hikers. He drove out, picked me up, and took me for a 24-minute, nauseatingly windy drive to a B & B in Montebello. The couple who ran the B & B (Dutch Haus) shuffled me to a bed where I slept about 15 hours. Upon recovering some level of consciousness I found they had cleaned my clothes and gear, layed out a bathrobe, and made me peanut butter crackers and tea. Ultimately they did not even charge me for the night. Trail magic at it's finest. I can't imagine how uncomfortable that day would have been alone in my tent.

The following day I tried a short slack-pack over Priest Mt and came back to find several other pals had arrived at Dutch Haus. We spent the night eating and watching Bladerunner. A full (and enjoyable) recovery!

Next day a storm began rolling in early afternoon and I pulled over to stealth camp. Eventually several others joined. Around 3am that morning I woke up to what sounded like some ambitious hiker getting an early start. I yelled something sleepy like "hey!" to confirm it was a person. In reply I heard a tearing sound and a snort which promted a much louder "HEY!" and woke up the others. The bear took off immediately but the thing had been about 10 feet from my tent and made off with Bush Man's food.

That morning I hiked a fast 15 through the rain into Wayensboro - a notoriously hiker-friendly town. The visitor's center had a list of about 20 folks and phone numbers to call for rides around town. We rang the first one, a man who came out in 15 minutes with candy bars for everyone and drove us into town. I headed to the YMCA for a shower (which an anonymous trail angel covers for hikers - along with towels, shampoo, and other such luxuries). A big gang of us crashed at a free church hostel on the same street which provided food, showers, cots, and the biggest TV I've ever seen... we all hibernated and watched movies while it poured outside.

The next day was no different and several of us took a "zero day." One hostel volunteer offered Bonesey, Seabass, and I a ride out to Charlottesville where we spent the afternoon.

Finally onward into Shenandoah Park! As so many had zeroed due to the rain we moved with a big gang. Bonesey, Rocket, Huck Finn, Fat Kid, and I decided it would be a great idea to try for a 24 hr hike during the Full Moon on June 6. Some trail magic provided us with bubbles, which we greatly enjoyed at a nice rock outcropping along the way. The park also had tons of camp stores and wayside restaurants and PEOPLE which made it an exception but interesting. We made it until around 1:30 am (sounds early, but keep in mind we usually sleep at 9). Saw bob cat #3 and Bonesey accidentally stabbed a rattle snake with his trek poll! That woke us up. 

Another night we stealth camped on the porch of a cabin that visitors to the park can rent. Not only did it keep us somewhat dry, but we had the most incredible view of a lightening storm in a nearby valley. Purple lightening! Some of these summer storms are wild. Bob cat #4 came one night that I had to pull over and camp alone due to ANOTHER storm in the park. I think there is a parade of them following me north.

FINALLY out of Shenandoah and into Front Royal to resupply. 9 of us and one dog split 2 joined hotel rooms. It's always fun to spend time with trail friends off the AT when folks are clean and not completely exhausted. 

The last stretch before Harper's Ferry went quickly - hiked over a 13 mile section known as the "roller coaster" up-down-up-down-up-down. Stayed at the PATC's Blackburn hiker hostel. An Amish family had it filled up so Bonesey, Rocket, Fat Kid, and I slept out on the enormous screened-in porch. Cowboy camping without the bugs and solar showers!

Walking into Harper's Ferry felt like a big victory. We clanged out trekking polls and yelled as we walked across the bridge into town. 1,013 miles!! Still, a bummer to part ways. Many folks headed in different directions to celebrate the half-way mark and take a break. I caught a ride into DC with a friend of a friend and enjoyed a spectacular weekend with pals from home and school. It made me feel amazing to think that only a few months ago I flew out of DC to get to the start of the trail... and had successfully walked back. 

Today I am relaxing at Julie and Kelly's place in Frederick but should be back on the trail in a day or two headed even North'er.

I'm a lucky girl.

Mail

Just made it into Waynesboro and have a couple more minutes in the library. I've had a few folks ask about sending mail along the trail! Here's the deal:

Most major towns we hit accept general delivery packages. You just gotta write:

HOLD FOR THRU HIKER
c/o Brooke Osborne "Wampus Cat"
Town, State, Zip

For return address write:

Brooke Osborne
1325 Adele Road
Montoursville PA, 17754

That way, if I do not stop in that town or cannot contact the PO it will make it home and my Momma can include it in a maildrop. The next big town I plan to stop in (a good 100 miles north) is Harpers Ferry, VA. This is also the "mental half-way point" of the trail.

Hope summer is treating everyone well! Thanks for the good vibes and encouraging messages.
xo Wampus Cat