Tuscarora Lodge And Canoe Outfitters
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... t drown or get stepped on. Over the roar of the engines, I sometimes hear interesting snatches of Zan’s conversation with the hiker to her right. There is one harrowing bit about the woman getting lost and spending the night in the woods with no idea where she was. In another story, I heard that her solution to the evil beaver dam was to slog through the mud the whole way rather than try to balance on the logs the way we did.
The bug flies ...
... to show up on schedule,” Julie snorts. Then we hear more crashing in the ravine.
We turn around and head back the way we’d come, and take a fork in the path that leads down to the ravine. On the bridge at the bottom, we pause. Sticks snap over the lip of the hill ahead. I’m in the lead and crouch-walk toward the hill. Slowly, I put my head over the crest and look around. There! In the fading light of dusk, I ...
... It’s kind of cold,” Julie replies. “Let’s do it tomorrow when it warms up.”
The fare available at the store is certainly not the quality of a San Francisco burrito or fancy steak, but it beats eating rehydrated kibble. I get a mass produced turkey-sandwich, two hard-boiled eggs, a Snack-Pak pudding (chocolate), and a Snicker’s bar. The sandwich is tasteless, but the eggs are heavenly, and so is the pudding. I happily stuff myself.
... 8220;He isn’t using poles,” Zan notes. I have no idea how you can hike with out poles. Poles are like a second set of legs. Quadrupeds have a real advantage on steep and slippery surfaces.
The scenery along this stretch is fantastic and I stop to take more pictures than usual. Thus I am surprised when we reach a creek at 9:45, about an hour earlier than I expected. As much as I’d like to believe I’m a faster hiker than I actually am, I know there’s ...
I decide that this stretch is my favorite. We’re walking on the spine of the island, breathtaking vistas in every direction. Every so often, I blurt out, “that better be an airplane!” but neither storm nor deadly bolts of lightning materialize.
After lunch I start feeling a tad weary, so I pull out a secret weapon I’ve been hoarding: a bottle of 5-Hour Energy. I take tiny sips (Zan dubs this “10-Minute Energy”) because I ...