Hiking the entire trail at once meant we would have to hike 20 miles on Saturday in order to fit the trip in a weekend, not to mention a 12 hour round trip drive. I know there are some very hardy souls who think 20-30 miles a day with a loaded pack is a blast, but when backpacking, I usually hit my "fun threshold" after about 14 miles. The posting mentioned that I had never been on this trail, so a sense of humor and a great attitude was a prerequisite to RSVP for this hike.
|Craig and Becky at the Trail head|
We originally planned to hike the northern circuit, but after some emails back and forth with someone who already hiked the trail, and who described the potential for a very hairy stream crossing over Slate Run during periods of high water, we opted for a southern circuit. The total mileage would be about 23 miles, with a breakdown of seven to eight miles each day.
Being early spring in the mountains, and only three hours south of the Great Lakes,our group prepared for the worst, but still hoped we would have the warmer spring weather we craved. The week prior to the hike, the weather report turned ominous; instead of 50* days and 35* nights, the outlook was
for 100% rain Friday and Saturday, turning to snow Saturday night with temperatures in the 20's. Our group has great turn out for cold weather hikes, but not so much for rain. Needless to say, the group quickly shrank from 15 to 7 hardy hikers. On the other hand, at least the weather would discourage other backpackers who frequent the area, giving us solitude and our choice of camps!
Friday, five of us met at the Trout Run Road trail head, with plans to hike counterclockwise to a camp near the bottom of Naval Run, where two other backpackers would meet up at the camp Friday evening. The hike was to take approximately seven miles and give us 1000' of elevation gain with 2000' of loss. Before leaving the trail head, a park ranger pulled up to chat. After he assured us that our cars would be safe from harm, he advised us that we would probably encounter some ice on north facing slopes of the trail. I had my Kathoola micro spikes in the car, but we saw only a few spotty patches of snow on the ride in, so really didn't give the warning much afterthought.
The first few miles passed easily. Although we occasionally trod through a few foot-deep patches of snow, the conditions were what we would expect for having rained the night before; damp and slightly slippery on the leaves. A termite-infested stump beside the trail looked like it had been recently shredded by a bear looking for a spring snack. Soon after the bear tree, we found a pine that bore the brunt of a porcupine attack.
|Becky and Randy gingerly descend the trail|
|Ted after sliding down toward the creek|
|Craig in the lead|
After we spent about 10 harrowing minutes slipping and sliding over less than one tenth of a mile, we consulted the map. Safety was an immediate concern. So far we only had bumps and bruises to show for our struggles with the ice, but if we continued, there was a good chance someone would get seriously hurt. "Time for Plan B," I remarked.
"What is Plan B?" someone questioned.
"I have no idea but there is always a 'Plan B'." was the reply.
After consulting the map and guidebook, we discovered we had two options. One was to continue up the trail in the current direction by walking straight up the right branch of the Callahan Run, which the BFT crosses multiple times over the next mile. The creek was low enough to make rock hopping up the hill possible. However, the trail on the backside of the ridge would be straight down, and without the benefit of a creek to walk in should the trail be too icy and steep to descend. This choice would include another 1000' of elevation gain and loss over the ridge, and the uncertainty of the trail conditions concerned all five of us.
The second option was to cross back over the left branch of Callahan Run and walk east on the Callahan Run Trail to a blue-blazed trail along Pine Creek. From there we could walk up Naval Run to our planned campsite. The topographic map revealed that this path was much more open forest along the bank of Pine Creek, allowing much greater sun exposure.
|Remnants of ice flow, Callahan Run at Pine Creek|
|Ted and Randy crossing Callahan Run|
Two more easy but scenic miles had us at our originally planned campsite on the banks of Naval Run, joined by Mike, his brother, and his friendly black lab. With a minimum of effort finding dry wood, and by scraping out the inner, dried core of a down and dead tree, we made quick work of a roaring creek side campfire.
We had a great night's sleep, with temperatures around 30*. After a leisurely breakfast we broke camp to continue our adventure. Hoping to finish the rest of the hike as outlined by Mid-Atlantic hikes, we retraced our way back down Naval Run trail. to the BFT.
|Taking a break after boot-scooting down the ice, Naval Run|
The trail was wide and well marked, and the scenery on the ridge was the best yet. Although the ridges and valleys were shrouded in mist, the view was still spectacular. I would love to witness the landscape lush with greenery in the summer, or rich with color in the fall.
|Becky and Amy enjoying the scenery|
Once again a consult of the map and guide book presented us with a camp three miles down a forest road. The camp is described as surrounded by "virgin hemlocks." Rain was imminent, so another group discussion decided that a dense cover of hemlocks would be lovely to protect us from a driving rain. We made camp within an hour, and well before dark Mike and his brother produced another blazing campfire, under the shelter of the towering trees.
|Under the shelter of hemlocks and pines|
|Mike and Bandit|
|Demeter's Winter Hammock Camp|
|Uphill's modified tarp with doors|
En route to Maryland, Uphill found a great tex-mex restaurant called Mercado Burrito in Lewisburg, PA, home of Bucknell University. The small counter-style restaurant had the most amazing sweet potato hash imaginable. Craig and Ted enjoyed the huge made-to-order burritos, while Becky and I savored the burrito plate sans tortilla. I would definitely suggest a stop here for a home-style version of a Chipotle burrito.
|Ted devouring a Mercado Burrito|
Overall, this was a fun and challenging weekend. We hiked 18+ miles with 2000' of elevation gain. Every trip presents a backpacker with a new challenge, and we were definitely presented with a few learning opportunities. I certainly learned to pack micro spikes the next time I venture this far north in the spring. Becky christened this weekend "Thrills, Chills, and Spills," and thus the name for this post. I can't wait to return to the BFT to enjoy the many vistas and explore the countryside.
A map and small guidebook for the BFT written by Chuck Dillon can be purchased online from Pine Creek Outfitters.