From left: Heather Marks '91, Joy Westdrop '89, Irene Segal Ayers '82, Elizabeth Mosier '84, and Celeste Provost '89.

A Walk in the Woods

On the Appalachian Trail with Bennet, Click!, MacGyver, Machine, and Yoda.

Each of us had a reason to bail: family, work, bad knees, bad news. To boot, seven of the 20 miles we鈥檇 planned to trek during a three-day FitMawrter backpacking trip on the Appalachian Trail were engulfed by a 40-acre wildfire. The re-routed hike was steeper and higher but more beautiful, our Blue Ridge Hiking Company guide assured us as we stuffed 30-pound packs at Laughing Heart Lodge in Hot Springs, North Carolina. And we鈥檙e Mawrters after all, so we set off on May Day weekend to hike this section that Bill Bryson (A Walk in the Woods) skipped in favor of Virginia鈥檚 flatter terrain.

Our guide Caet Cash, a good-humored women鈥檚 college graduate who鈥檇 thru-hiked the AT and Pacific Crest Trail鈥攕olo, in a tennis dress鈥攁dvised, 鈥淵ou carry your fears on the trail.鈥 Hers was hunger (thus, our food supply included cookies, chips and guacamole, dehydrated mushroom risotto, and pad Thai). We unpacked our fears鈥攂ears, bugs, lightning, keeping up鈥攁cross 21 miles, from just north of Davenport Gap (near the northern edge of the Great Smoky Mountains) to Roaring Fork Shelter, over Snowbird Mountain and Max Patch Summit, following Caet and Irene Segal Ayers 鈥82, our spiritual guide.

Trail Guide

My modest goal was not to whine. As in college, I was inspired by my colleagues: impressively fit, intrepid Irene; Joy Westdorp 鈥89, whose name describes her outlook; Celeste Provost 鈥89, a walking podcast of captivating stories; Heather Marks 鈥91, equipped for any contingency with remedies pulled from a Mary Poppins pouch; day-hiker Abigail Bordeaux 鈥96, who packed light for her separate trip to Lover鈥檚 Leap, leaving her fear of heights behind. We learned to store important things in a backpack鈥檚 鈥渂rains,鈥 identify wildflowers, filter stream water, pitch tents, and hoist a bear bag. Following a 鈥渞eading period鈥 of adjusting loads and pace, we were prepared for the final exam: overnight camping in a thunderstorm.

We survived. On May Day, we descended in misty rain鈥攔esilient, with new trail names we鈥檇 signed in the shelter鈥檚 logbook under our motto, No Mawrter left behind:  Bennet, Click!, MacGyver, Machine, and Yoda. 

Published on: 09/12/2018