Day 73 – Saturday, May 21: Stealth Camp (Swift Run Gap) to Stealth Camp (Big Meadows Wayside), 15.8 miles, 922.9 total AT miles.

Note: I’m uploading this on Monday morning from the Best Western in Luray, VA.

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I woke to the sound of heavy rains hitting my tent. I grabbed my headlamp and checked for leaks – I was as dry as can be expected. I’m still a little paranoid after all that water got in the new tent the first night of Trail Days. It was 6:00am, normally the time I’d be waking up. But not today. I was warm and dry inside (for the first time in recent memory) while it was cold and wet outside. I allowed myself to drift back asleep.
I woke again at 8:00 – by now the rains were tapering off. I slowly started packing up, careful not to leave the warmth of my sleeping bag – this sleeping pad I bought works great. It just looks ridiculous.

I left my tent twice – once to use the bathroom, then again to retrieve our bear bags. I ate a quick breakfast from within my tent and attempted to take my tent down from the inside. I eventually got it – it was just a lot easier with my Dash 2.

It was 10:00 by the time I was ready to go. McDoubles took off – Black Santa and I hung around camp looking at the AT Guide. Today looked easy enough – only a few summits under 1,000 feet in elevation gain.

We started hiking at 10:30. It was foggy, cold and drizzling as I started – little did I know it would only get worse as the day wore on. I was moving slowly – so was Black Santa. I couldn’t figure it out – my muscles ached and I was very tired (even though I slept over eight hours).


I tried eating snacks as I hiked up Baldface Mountain. I couldn’t find a rhythm and kept pausing to rest. I haven’t felt like this since my first day back from Trail Days. The weather wasn’t helping either. It was only slightly too warm to wear a rain jacket, but too cold and wet to pause for more than a few minutes before getting chilly.

Halfway up Baldface, we we stopped at the South River Picnic Area to use the bathrooms. I took advantage of the space inside and cut a good six inches off the side of my sleeping pad – at least now it fits under my rain cover.

After traversing Baldface, the AT gradually descends towards the Big Meadows Wayside – my intended stop for a late afternoon lunch. Even though I was hiking downhill, I still couldn’t find any momentum.


Black Santa and I stopped at the Lewis Mountain Campground to refill water. It was 3:00pm and we had only covered eight miles all day – we still had seven miles to hike before hitting the wayside.

Black Santa suggested I take the lead and we left for Big Meadows. I stayed in front, hiking alone in the rain and fog. I only passed two other thru-hikers today – and I hadn’t seen a single southbound hiker, thru or otherwise.

I caught myself moving slowly again – this time, it was a good thing. I stumbled across a rabbit right next to the AT. He didn’t seem afraid of us one bit. He hopped within a few feet of me and chomped on small plants.


I started hiking again with a quicker pace. The temperature had dropped noticeably – fog was rolling in again and the rain was picking back up.


I made it to the Big Meadows Wayside just in time to catch McDoubles – he had already eaten and was ready to press on to the next hut. Having skipped my hot lunch, I was starving. Instead of grabbing a seat in the diner, I went straight for the snacks – crackers, granola bars, cookies, broccoli, apples and bananas. I spent just over $20 on snacks alone.

While I was eating, I told McDoubles I saw a pretty good campsite just off trail – he really wasn’t in the mood to continue hiking in the cold rain either. Black Santa and I stowed the rest of our snacks in our packs and the three of us left the wayside and headed off to make camp.

We arrived at 7:30 – the rain let up just enough for us to pitch our tents and cook dinner before starting up again. Cold and wet, I zipped the door on my tent before the sun set and started writing.


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It’s getting noticeably colder as I type. This stinks. I pulled everything out of my pack to take an inventory of what’s wet versus what’s dry – and there’s not much in the dry category.

My Bluetooth speaker ended up getting soaked yesterday – it’s dry now and still won’t work.

I’m down to my last change of dry clothes. I hope it’s sunny for at least a part of the day tomorrow – I really need to spend some time in the sun drying out my tent and clothes.

McDoubles was able to see the forecast for the coming days while he was at the wayside and it doesn’t look good. It’s gonna get really cold tonight (back to the low 40s again) and keep raining for another two days.

That’s how long it should take me to exit the Shenandoahs at Front Royal, VA, now 46 miles away.

I must have had cell service at the wayside today – a whole dump of texts and emails came through at some point (my phone was in a Ziplock pretty much the whole day).

Savage got her hitch yesterday and ended up back in Waynesboro – apparently she couldn’t get a ride to Luray. She’s enjoying her date and is looking forward to being back on the trail tomorrow.

She also gave me permission to tell her trail name story, so here goes:

Mary didn’t start backpacking (or even camping for that matter) until a year ago. She took a road trip with some friends and did a few sections of the AT – that’s when she first heard of the AT and the idea of thru-hiking.

One night, she and her friends decided to sleep at a hostel. They stayed up a little late with the caretaker having drinks. One of her friends didn’t want to finish his beer, so Mary (all 120 pounds of her) grabbed his beer and finished it for him, calling him a sissy right before doing so.

The caretaker and her friends were impressed – they dubbed her Savage. Her friend didn’t have a trail name yet either – he became known as Lightweight.

I’m really starting to get sick of this cold rain. I can handle one or the other just fine, but not both. It’s nearing the end of May – come on Mother Nature.

Author: Chris Kummer

Hey y'all - Cool Dad here. Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to thru-hike the AT. It remained a nagging thought for nearly a decade - then it got loud enough to warrant my attention. So I quit my unfulfilling job(s) in Seattle and commenced hiking north from Springer in the spring of 2016. And I'm exceedingly thankful I did. The people I met, the things I saw, the gross foods I ate - not a day goes by without fondly remembering life on the trail. If you've already thru-hiked a long trail, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're thinking about tackling a long-distance hike, do it. Do it now. I'm probably gonna do it again...

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