Twig Adventures

AT Day 44: Warwick

Monday September 6th, 2021, 0600-1700
Wildcat Shelter to Wawayanda mtn, SOBO AT mm 832
15.6 miles
2848 gain, 2687 loss

Mother nature’s determined to keep the streams flowing and the mosquitoes biting. It rained hard starting around 1 am, the kind of rain that floods my tent floor. I had to get everything situated for the rain, letting in more mosquitoes while I deployed my rain flaps. Then I kept waking up to check on the status of water coming in. In spite of the deluge, my tent held up pretty well. What is with this weather? It wasn’t even supposed to rain after midnight, according to the forecast. This trail just loves to throw curveballs.

I wonder that I got better sleep the night before during the rave. At least I was able to pack a dry tent that morning. This morning I was in a grumpy mood, everything being wet, including all my hiking clothes from the waterfall shower the day before. I guess I just have to accept the fact of being wet and damp for 3 months on this trail. The mosquitoes were also horrific…like everglades bad. It seems like there’s been an explosion of them after the storm…all the standing water no doubt.

Good news was that we were going to meet up with a friend for the day. Both Stellar and I hiked with Kuba on the PCT. He’s from Maine but living in NY currently, so he’d reached out to Stellar, offering s shower or whatever we might need. Unfortunately his schedule hadn’t quite matched when we hiked through close to his area, so he was having to drive an hour to see us on the border of NY and NJ.

First we had to walk about 12 miles to our rendezvous. On the app, the miles didn’t look very challenging. But we shortly found out that a lot of the trail went over slab rock along the ridgeline. This can be very fun on a dry, sunny day. But early in the morning, after the hard rain, the rock was slicker than snot. I had to slow way down to avoid falling. And my muscles got tired quickly from all the tensing up, constantly trying to maintain my footing on ice. It was not fun.

We crossed the NY/NJ border, which was marked with some unremarkable white paint. I didn’t feel too bad about leaving NY behind, especially after the last few days, but I also wasn’t feeling all that excited about NJ. We got to the road an hour early from our planned meetup, so I had time to dry my stuff. We looked like we were having a yard sale and a few people stopped to ask what we were doing. One guy stopped to peddle shuttle rides. He warned us that a boardwalk area 6 miles ahead was underwater and that we should shuttle around it. It’s not a good idea to walk through standing water, he said. I’ve been walking through standing water for weeks. It’s given me foot pain and a toe infection, but I never felt the need to shuttle around it… I’d be missing most of the trail if that were the goal. Standing water is just one of many challenges on this trail, and certainly not the worst.

Kuba was running late so we hitched in to a shopping center to get food. He later arrived in his van, bearing goodies to drink and eat.

Kuba’s van…he brought it from a dog groomer and never repainted it. I wonder how many people still call the number. Here we recreate a picture reminiscent of Weeville from the PCT, where we posed with a Halloween decoration: a werewolf.

We had originally planned to stay the night at Kuba’s place, but since it was over an hour away, we decided it was best to just hang out and rest in the area for the day. We went to a beer garden and cidery which was packed, so we retreated to a local park that was pleasantly empty. I didn’t get any chores done besides grabbing a resupply from the grocery. Since it was a holiday, it was nice to just relax. I even took a 5 minute nap and felt refreshed. We came up with an alternative for getting laundry and showers at a hostel the following night. The last time I washed clothes in a machine was Vermont and the last time I’d taken a hot shower was Connecticut. Things were getting ripe!

Kuba drove us back to the trail, where I rescued a snapping turtle from certain death. It was in the middle of the road and had already been passed over by several cars, rolling around with each blast but luckily not having been struck. I didn’t know it was a snapper until I picked it up but perhaps it sensed that I was saving it, since it obliged to not bite me. I delivered it to a nice pond down the trail, where it came very alive as soon as it felt the water. My good deed for the day.

We got back on trail just before 5 pm to walk another few miles and set up camp. The mosquitoes were once again horrendous. Even the locals have been complaining about them, saying they’ve never seen them this bad. Apparently they weren’t even this plentiful earlier in the summer. The shuttle driver was right: standing water is bad, not because we have to walk through it but because it breeds clouds of mosquitoes.

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