Mothman Trail Update: Pearisburg, VA, 28 May 2003

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Posted by toj8j@alumni.virginia.edu, 5/28/03 at 11:25:54 AM.

Editor’s note: This is a reprint (with Jim’s permission) of an email from Jim Heaney sent during his “through-hike” of the Appalachian Trail.

Greetings from Pearisburg, VA

Making small talk at a shelter one night, I ask casually whether anyone else has numbness in their big toes. I haven’t mentioned this before, but both of my big toes have been numb since about the approach trail. Everyone else there says yes, numbness in the big toes. SvenSaw then mentions that in massage technique, rubbing of the big toes is used to stimulate brain activity. We have a good laugh. Why was I mentioning this?...

Yes, greetings to some new people on the mailing list. I’m sitting in the public library in Pearisburg, VA, “Gay Peari” as I’ve taken to calling it, and hoping to hike out of this neat little town about 7 miles to a shelter that is rumored to have good sunsets. However, this implies sun, and I suppose all East Coasters know very well that there’s not a lot of sun going around these days.

So, the quick catch-up:

  1. My “trail handle” is Mothman, and I’m being mysteriously quiet about how I received this name.
  2. I’ve been on the trail starting in Georgia since April 8, and am now about 621 miles into the 2,172 mile journey.
  3. I’m hiking to my 10-year reunion at UVa. As fate has it, I’m going to be about 60 miles (about three days) short, but have arranged shuttles on both ends of the weekend.
  4. Still looking to climb Mt. Katahdin in Maine on or about “Mahwah Day,” September 20.

So, new news: I busted out of Damascus about a day before the big crowds did, right as our current wave of dreary weather started, and pushed a few 20-mile days before noticing that my ankle was sore and swollen. Since I did not obviously twist it, clearly just an overuse injury, probably a result of coming down the wrong way too many times on the rocks near Mt. Rogers and Grayson Highlands. RICE (rest-ice-compression-elevation) is the appropriate treatment for this. I took a zero-day (no hiking) in Rural Retreat, VA at a truck stop. Still swollen, maybe a little less sort. Then I run into Dutch, who also had ankle problems early on. I ask him what he did: he took a zero, and then started walking. So, my therapy is now “ICE” therapy, and I’m walking 20s again. All you doctors out there: please tell me that someone in the field is working on artificial ankle replacements!

Since I got out of Damascus so fast, I’ve left behind the posse I was with before, but have hooked up with Loser, Loony, SvenSaw, Woods, Takereasy, Gazelle, just to name a few. I’m sure I’ll continue to meet new people as I walk unhealthy mileage in an effort to get as close as I can to Rockfish Gap/US-64 by reunion time; then see all sorts of old friends when I return and my schedule is more flexible.

I’ve been promising a bit of Trail language clarification for a while now, so hear we go:

Ach! My internet time is up. I’m going to smoke through my next maildrop town, so the next email should come from my reunion weekend. All those I will see at the reunion, you can’t miss me: I’m extra hairy and, regardless of how many showers I take before entering the Big Tent Barbecue on Friday night, ever so slightly musk-scented.

Mothman

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