Carey Kish is thru-hiking the 2,200-mile Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. He is currently in Pennsylvania. Entries from Carey’s trail journal are presented here. You can also follow his journey on Facebook.
June 26, 2015: Darlington Shelter to Duncannon, 11.3 miles, 8am to 1:30pm.
Rained through the night, and the mountaintop shelter was in the mist this morning. Everything was damp.
Slept 12 hours, 7:30 to 7:30. Heard some folks get up this morning but it really didn’t wake me. When I did come to consciousness I found myself nearly alone in the shelter.
Trundled off down the mountain and across a valley, then it was up to Cove Mountain. Not much energy this morning, and my back was killing me again. Struggle on the climb up Cove, but finally got there.
Got into the famous Pennsylvania rocks atop Cove, and soon after, looked down find that the tip of one of my trekking poles was gone, ferrule, basket and all. Damn. Dropped my pack and doubled back fir a half-mile hoping to find it, but no luck. Have to order a replacement I guess.
Enjoyed the view from Hawk Rock, over Duncannon and the Susquehanna River. Then I dropped down very steeply before emerging on the rise into town. Started to look familiar right away. Sauntered through the streets and soon arrived at the Doyle Hotel, looking every bit as I remembered it from 38 years ago.
Pulled in and bellied up to the bar. Vickey the barkeep had me a pint of Yuengling in short order. Lots of hikers in the tavern doing much the same at that early afternoon hour. Several pints and some pork BBQ and fries later, I made my way up to my fourth floor room. Simple, rustic even. Not that clean, but oh so Doyle-classic. Twin beds, dresser, fan, one light bulb with a long string. That’s it!
Showered and hit the street for the PO to pick up my new boots from home (thanks Fran!). Yes, after 1150 miles I’m retiring my beloved Lowa Renegades. 100 days and no blisters, these boots have served me so very well. And now they’re going home for a rest. Looking forward to my new (they’re broken in) Lowa Renegades!
Laundry down the street, awesome pizza nearby, another couple pints… it was a fine day here in beautiful downtown Duncannon. Even visited the fire station where I stayed in 1977. Nothing in town has changed. The Pub down the block from the Doyle is even still here. Oh my!
Supposed to be a big soaker tomorrow, so I think I’m going to stay put and get some writing done. Then out on Sunday…