The Best Day Off Ever

On Day 121 of my Appalachian Trail hike, from Georgia to Maine, I woke up at first light, well before 5 a.m. It was still raining.

I blogged my hike on Trail Journals.Com and this is was I wrote about that day: 

“Yesterday’s introduction [16.8 miles] to the Whites had taken a lot out of me. The Vikings too. All three of us were accustomed to knocking out 17 to 19 miles a day, sometimes 20–plus, but I had never seen so much bad trail in one day, and so little good.”

That's me with the Hiking Vikings on June 11, 2019
That’s me with the Hiking Vikings, on June 11, 2015.

“It was Sharon’s (also known now as”Hiking”– Nate is”Viking”) suggestion, but I loved it. Let’s knock off early today. A few hours of up-and-down in this weather and we’ll be wet, cold and tired. Let’s hitch, or get a shuttle, into North Woodstock, NH, get a motel room, and get warm and dry. So that’s what we did.”

“We waited till 8:10 a.m., until the rain slacked off, before beginning what would become an 8.8 eight mile hike. It took us three hours to hike the first four miles – that’s 1.3 mile per hour.”  

[Take a look at the video and you’ll see why.]

“New Hampshire started us off today with a 1950-foot climb and followed that with a 1910-foot descent, all in the rain. And high winds on top of the mountains, 50 mph plus.”

“Except for the 6×6 inch “steps” attached to long, steep boulders and the foot holes chiseled in the side of others, I haven’t seen anything new in New Hampshire. The mud, and there’s lots of it, reminds me of Vermont. The steep climbs, North Carolina; the rock hops, Pennsylvania; and the rock climbs and scrambles, New York. The difference is New Hampshire has it all – and very little good trail, so far, to go with it.”

That me, coming down mountain into F notch, near Woodstock, N.H.,
That’s me, coming down North Kinsman Mountain into Franconia Notch, near North Woodstock, N.H., on June 15, 2015.

“I’ve just got to learn patience. Slow down. Be satisfied with 12, 13 miles a day. And in a week or so, I’ll be in Maine.”

“Getting off the trail today was the best idea I’ve agreed to in months, since I bailed out of a winter storm at Newfound Gap in North Carolina.”

“Sharon found us an excellent motel, Autumn Breeze. The owner, Ann Albert, came to the trail head to get us, and then washed our clothes. We ate in our room. And ate and ate.”

“Ice cream, too?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Tomorrow’s forecast is for more rain, and a thunderstorm while we are ridge walking above the tree line.”

“We decided to stay put, take a zero. I am at peace with that. You can teach an old dog new tricks.”

Postscript:

Day 122 – Tuesday, June 16, 2015

“What a lazy day.”

“Wonderful!”

“And did it, in fact, rain? Oh, yes. Hard, in the afternoon. And the tops of mountains, where we would have been hiking, were shrouded in mist. Or clouds. Soup of some kind.”

“I doctored my feet – I’ve lost a second toenail.”

“Repaired my boots the best I could with Super Glue.”

“Resupplied.”

“Figured out where I need my wife to send me a supply box – and another pair of boots. My third.”

The view from the top of Mt. Katahdin, the end of the trail in Maine.
The view from the top of Mt. Katahdin, the end of the trail in Maine.

“And ate. Oh, my – sandwiches, fruit, including watermelon, ice cream, soft drinks and chips, pop corn, orange juice – all the things we can’t get on the trail.”

“Tomorrow, we go back to the trail – 91.3 miles to Maine, 373.1 miles to the top of Mt. Katahdin.

Coming Monday: The Court of Last Resort

 

My Favorite Newspaper Story

After knowing about the inspirational story of I think this is the perfect time to reveal who am I ! I was a reporter for almost 40 years and I wrote a boatload of stories, mostly investigative stories, mostly for The News & Observer in Raleigh.

Some of them required months of work and the help of a team: another reporter, sometimes two; a researcher; a photographer; a graphic journalist; a database analyst; and an editor, sometimes more than one.  Some of those stories –a lot of them — were long, published as a series with a lot of photos and graphics.  Series are not necessarily good, mind you, just expensive.

My favorite story  was not like that.

I  reported and wrote my favorite story alone, start to finish, in a day or two. And I knew before I started it would be a home run, that working people were not going to tolerate what the State of North Carolina had done.

*  *  *

Steve Riley, my partner at that time, and I had just finished a series about North Carolina’s pathetic Workers’ Compensation  Act.  We had made a compelling case for reform and, a few weeks later, the legislature fixed some of the problems we had identified.

I was feeling pretty good about our series, and likelihood that the legislature would act, when I got a telephone call from a 63-year-old woman who said to me — these are her exact words, best I recall: “You don’t know how the system works, do you.”

Every once in a while, after a story I had written, or helped write, was published, someone would call me and say pretty much the same thing.  My response was always the same.  I’d say to them, “Well, I guess not.  How about you explaining it to me. ”

I meant it.  I wanted them to school me, and sometimes they did.

Barbara S. Wiggins
Barbara S. Wiggins

The woman who called, RN Barbara S. Wiggins, had been a lead nurse two or three years earlier at the Murdoch Center in Butner, N.C., caring for bed-ridden mentally handicapped patients.

She told me that the state required her to take a  self-defense course during which she was injured — an instructor threw her down and accidentally tore the rotator cuff in her right shoulder.

Mrs. Wiggins continued working for another four months with her arm in a sling.

“There were days that I did not feel like going in, but they were so short staffed, and I was told…’if you can get in, you can work.’ And some days I worked 12 hours.”

When the pain became too great, she had an operation to try to have the damage repaired. Afterwards she learned that she would never be 100 per cent again — she had sustained a permanent 25 percent loss of use of her right arm.

Murdoch Center, in effect, fired her.

“It’s almost as if they preferred to pay the comp than let you come back because I did everything I could to get back to work,” she told me.

Murdoch Center insisted that she be 100 percent recovered to get her job back, knowing that was never going to happen.    The state’s decision puzzled Mrs. Wiggins because she had worked four months with her arm in a sling.  She told me she could have done 99 percent of her old job, everything but lift patients.

So what did Mrs. Wiggins do?

She had become a nurse at age 49, after her marriage broke up.  When the state abandoned her, she enrolled at Wake Technical College, learned accounting, and landed an office job at about half her old pay.

“I have no pension.  I’m not eligible for retirement.  I’m not eligible for disability,” she told me. That’s how the system works.

Was I licking my chops to write that story?  Does a bear live in the woods?

Postscript: The nurse’s story was published on the front page of The N&O on a Sunday. Early that morning Secretary of Human Resources Phillip J. Kirk Jr. read the paper and, at 6:15 a.m., he wrote a memo to his department’s personnel director.

“I don’t generally base decisions on media coverage — but this woman has been grossly mistreated. While we may have met our legal responsibilities, we most certainly did not meet our moral and common-sense responsibilities.”

By Friday Kirk’s department had found Mrs. Wiggins an administration job in another state hospital and the Office of State Personnel had begun drafting rules to protect state employees in similar circumstances.

Coming Friday: The Best Day Off Ever