After filling out our permits at the Stone Door Ranger Station, we followed the Stone Door Trail to our first breathtaking view, before descending into the gorge. The autumn leaves were lovely red, orange, and richly brown, we ohhed and ahhed at the scenery. At the valley floor, we turned to follow the Connector Trail towards Hobbs Campsite. The swinging bridges were especially fun because they swayed forward and back and side to side, making it easy to bounce along joyfully.
|View of Savage Gulf|
|Hiking through the "Stone Door"|
|Swinging bridges. Photo by JJ|
The next morning, the plan was to cover 20 miles. We set out at a quick pace along the North Rim Trail to overlooks revealing wisps of fog sparkling in the valley. Kristen still wasn't feeling well, and made the difficult but smart decision to end her trip early by hiking out to the ranger station. We hiked with her most of the way, and she set off down a side trail assuring us that she'd be fine by herself. About a mile later, I started feeling bad and doubted if I should continue on myself. I was wearing new boots, and blisters were erupting on my toes and my foot was swelling up. All I could think about was the pain of each step, and I realized I was no longer looking around at the beauty around me and I certainly wasn't having fun. I was overwhelmed by the pain, and there were still 13 more miles to our designated campsite. I knew I could do it if I absolutely had to-- I certainly had an abundance of energy, but I doubted I could keep up the pace with JJ and Greg without causing further damage to my foot. And I kept thinking of Kristen making her way to the ranger station, and so I decided to bail from the hike along with her. So I turned around and headed after Kristen.
I'd never done anything like that before, and I was upset with myself for wearing new shoes (and probably carrying too much packweight creating additional stress on my feet on the rocks the previous day). The worst was being so embarrassed that I wasn't going to tough it out, and that I was a quitter, that I was struggling so much. My ego was crushed. I mentally beat myself up and tried to hold back my tears.
I caught up with Kristen after just a short while. Then, step by step, everything started getting better. Walking at a slightly slower pace, my foot stopped hurting so much. Kristen and I talked. I ate lunch. I started enjoying the hike and scenery again. When we got to the ranger station, Kristen call her husband (at no charge- THANK YOU TN State Parks!) and her husband agreed to pick us up the following morning.
It felt like Kristen and I were on vacation or playing hooky. We lounged around on the picnic tables and soaked in the sun. Filling up water bottles and using the heated bathrooms at the ranger station felt delightfully wicked. We hiked to Savage Falls and then our campsite two miles away. The evening was spent relaxing, laughing, and doing yoga. My feet felt much better after airing them out and bandaging up the blisters properly. Sure I was disappointed that I had only done 10 miles instead of our planned 20, but I realized I made a choice to take care of myself and that was OK.
|At the ranger station|
|Our pair of warbonnet blackbird hammocks.|
Kristen's husband arrived early the next morning. I was feeling much better and Kristen helped me figure out a plan to continue my hike and meet back up with JJ and Greg. We drove to another trailhead where they took a stroll, and dropped me off. I was hoping JJ and Greg stayed with the original planned route and campsites so I could meet back up with them but I also left a note on their car just in case I missed them somehow. (When I left them, I hadn't told them my plan since I didn't have one, so they had no way of knowing I was looking for them.) First, I made a beeline for the food cache, calculating they'd be there without hours to pick up provisions for the rest of the trip. Fortunately, the food was still there when I arrived, so I was able to retrieve my own food and leave a note.
|Leaving a note at the food cache|
Next, I headed down the Big Creek Gulf Trail. At the Sinks, which is where Big Creek disappears underground, I stopped for refreshingly icy but refreshing "shower" at a waterfalls.
|The Sinks, where Big Creek disappears underground|
By afternoon, I climbed back up out of the gorge to stunningly beautiful Alum Gap campsite on the rim. I set up camp, and was thrilled when Greg and then JJ finally arrived. We sat around the campfire as the sun faded and the moon came out, sharing stories of our adventures.
|Sunset at Alum Gap campsite|
The next morning, we followed the Big Creek Rim trail back to the overlook when we began our trip. We lingered there for a long time, not wanting the trip to end.
|Photo by JJ|
This is the list of changes I made to my pack this trip:
1. Trash compactor bag pack liner. This is lighter and said to be more waterproof than a pack cover. The hard part for me was deciding what goes in the liner, because when I seal it up it provides limited access to those items. (i.e. Does the first aid kit go in the liner so it doesn't get wet, or do I leave it out to get at the bandaids? If I wear my fleece hat because I'm cold in the AM while hiking it doesn't get safely stored away either.)
2. Leaving behind my cell phone. This was the first trip I've traveled without at least one cell phone, and also one trip where we actually needed to make a phone call. Fortunately, the ranger station was open and making the phone call was no problem.
3. Leaving behind my sunglasses and hat. Not sure I'd do this every trip, but every bit helps and I didn't miss them too much.
4. Repackaging my hand sanitizer into a smaller dropper bottle. This worked well!
5. Back to going stoveless. I left behind my stove, but did get a hot meal the first night because JJ and Greg packed in hot dogs and let me tell you they were really delicious! On the other nights, I stayed warm at night by wrapping myself in my underquilt and huddling around the fire, and eating a cold, but calorie-rich snack before bed.