Hiker heroes, Hiking

3 Trail Legends in 3 days

If you include the 8.8mile approach to Springer mountain (and I certainly do), then I’ve just hiked 119 miles of the Appalachian Trail. These miles took me over 22 mountains, countless “bumps,” and through the first of thirteen states that we’ll hike on our way to Mt Katahdin in Maine. I still haven’t developed a hikers appetite, and my poor body is starting to feel the strain. We’ve had a few days of rain. Some of my gear got wet. Fortunately, no injuries. Just a lot of fatigue.

Over the past few days, the fatigue faded into the background as the Trail reminded me that this is about much more than miles and mountains and moaning.


Sermon on the Mountain

About 1/2 mile downhill from the Trail at a road crossing called Dicks Creek Gap, there is a hostel called “Top of Georgia.” A large sign directed us to take off our shoes and leave our packs and trekking poles outside. A smiling grandma-type greeted us at the door. Once we’d shed our dirty gear on the wrap-around porch and followed her inside, she offered us a cold drink while we filled out our paperwork and ordered a pizza. Relaxing zen music played in the background. She gave us scrubs to change into while she did our laundry. When we were ready, she gave us a walking tour of the facility. I didn’t ask, but later wondered if deep-tissue massages were available, or at least a refreshing cucumber mask to help with my unsightly hiker wrinkles.

Several hours later, my borrowed scrubs were feeling the strain of a belly full of pizza and soda. A busy looking man with a benevolent smile came bustling in around 8:00pm (dangerously close to hiker midnight) to offer us an advice-packed pep-talk intended to guide us through the next few weeks (roughly 40 days in the wilderness). The man’s name is Bob, but he goes by the Trail Name “Sir-Packs-Alot,” which he received during his 2003 thru-hike. His enthusiasm and focused energy was unavoidable.

“Sir-Packs-Alot” delivered his advice with a forceful and persuasive style. For about an hour, we were his disciples, whether we wanted to be or not. He started by reminding us to pat ourselves on the back for making it past the first big wave of drop-outs. Roughly 1/4 wouldn’t make it this far. Then he transitioned into a detailed explanation of his “10 Golden Rules.” (They were also plastered on the wall of the common area in case we forgot one.) Some of the rules, including “Be mentally and Attitudinally Prepared,” and “Understand What Your Bare Necessities Are” were self explanatory, but the rule “Don’t quit on a bad day” was a well-timed reminder to keep hiking. Those who end their hike early might miss out on the comfy scrubs and full belly that were waiting on the other side of those hard, rainy days.

Sir-Packs-Alot delivers his sermon on the mountain as part of the price of admission at the hostel

The Franklin Ambassador 

A few rainy days later, I arrived at another road crossing about 10 miles from Franklin, North Carolina. I called for a shuttle into town. I was excited about the ride almost as much as the promise of a bed and cooked food. See, the man that provides the free shuttle is Ron Haven, another AT legend. When I first met him 2 years ago, I was drawn in by his thick southern accent and colorful digressions. He would begin by sharing a stream of facts about the number of restaurants in town, or breweries if we were “one of those unusual hikers that likes to partake in the occasional beer.” Seamlessly, he transitioned into a story about this little ol lady, “well people called her grapefruit on account a her being 4 foot tall and 3 feet wide with a thick rind of dimply skin. Real nice lady unless u got her wound up. Then she’d just go a barreling through ya…” I was so caught up in his detail-rich storytelling that I didn’t really pay much attention to the things that I should have (like finding a room, food, and resupply). As we drew closer to town, Ron told us: “now Friends, your welcome to stay at one of my hotels, or my hikers den if you’d like, or, you’re just as welcome if you want to take a shower, or check your email on our internet. And this shuttle back to the trail at 9:00 and 11:00 will be just as free.” Love that he starts his sentences with Friend.

The following year (and this year), I tried to flex my untested journalistic skills. It turns out that this unassuming shuttle driver has an extensive history. He was a wrestler for the National Wrestling Association, a county commissioner, a real estate baron (my words- not his), and a gun show trader. The stories tied with each of these experiences were populated with interesting people. If I were Malcolm Gladwell, I would call Ron a “Connector.” But since I’m not, Ron is a Trail Angel.

Ron Haven


Baltimore Jack

Just before Ron dropped his bus-lode of hikers off in town, he mentioned that “Baltimore Jack” was managing his hostel. At this point, I was starting to feel like a groupie. I was bumping into too many trail legends too quickly. “Baltimore Jack” hiked the Appalachian Trail more than 7 times (roughly 15,000 miles). The decision to stay at the hostel was an easy one and I started scheming for a way to “interview” him.

He was quiet and unassuming, but as soon as I asked if he was Baltimore Jack, he showed me a half smile, and asked how my hike was going. Not the kind of guy I was expecting based on Trail gossip, which suggested a legendary being that was able to slam Jack Daniel’s, just as easily as he would any hiker that thought hiking the Trail Southbound was a reasonable idea, as well as any political ideal that didn’t mesh with his. Surely this guy was impersonating the great Baltimore Jack. Either that or my cute attempts to grow a legitimate hiker beard labeled me as a rookie in desperate need of some kindly advice and a cheerful pat-on-the-back.


My initial attempts to learn what drives a person to spend more than 45 months hiking in a 9-year span weren’t as successful as I’d hoped. He kept asking me about my reasons for hiking, how things were going thus far, etc. This guy wasn’t going to brag about his accomplishments. He was more interested in helping me to make the most out of my hike. When I asked him what his favorite experiences or places were along the Trail, he told me that each trip was different. He stopped paying as much attention to the miles he needed to hike each day. If there was a side-trail that looked promising, he would take it, even if it meant that he wouldn’t reach the destination he’d originally planned. I asked him what his most difficult moment was. This time, without a pause, he said that during his first thru-hike in 1995, he took a bad fall and broke several ribs in Maine (2000 miles into a 2200 mile hike). It wasn’t until he began to cough up blood that he realized he couldn’t complete the journey. He marked the tree that ended his journey with a hemoptysis-stained cairn. Failing to complete the trip was brutal for him, but the next year (and 7 consecutive years after) he reached the same tree that previously symbolized defeat and greeted it as an old friend. I couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his ability to return to the site of “defeat” and turn it into a monument to his success. I’m still not sure what inspires Baltimore Jack, but it’s obvious that he has found a niche in life and happily spent years exploring it.

Baltimore Jack

“You took plenty of liberties with your artist license here didn’t you,” was Baltimore Jack’s initial response when i showed him the sketch I made of him. “Hey…I put you back out on the Trail were you belong didn’t I?” he threw me a wicked grin and gave me all the reward I needed then also said, “Good enough…Sketch.”


After meeting some of these amazing people, I feel like I’m part of something bigger than me. It’s exciting. It’s exhausting. I’m loving it.


Author’s note: thanks again Bob, and Ron and Jack for reviewing and letting me share a small portion of your story here.


  • Reply Scott (aka Dad) April 30, 2016 at 2:22 pm

    Great stories Gabe! It’s really nice hearing about the people that you meet and some of the reasons that they’ve made their trek. It adds some good flavor to your exploits. Keep enjoying the people that you meet and the trials of the trail.

  • Reply Steve May 1, 2016 at 5:33 pm

    Time for my weekly check-in. It’s a quite Sunday morning and I can make a little time to visit. I must admit, I really enjoy reading your blog and looking at your amazing art work. Who knew you were a poet and artist. I’m always very envious of creative people, myself I don’t have a creative bone in my body (mostly analyze/correct situations). Reading your blog is like looking forward to a fine glass of wine each week. Sounds like you are having a great time on the trail and you have gotten into the flow of things. The people on the trail you meet are almost as good as the trail itself. I know you will make it all the way, keep it up!!

    • Reply Gabriel May 5, 2016 at 2:38 pm

      I miss wine, and Jack Daniels… And Taco Bell… But the hiking is awesome!

  • Reply Gary L Sizer May 3, 2016 at 12:16 pm

    There are so many amazing people to meet along the way. Just as interesting as the mountains and trees in my opinion. Really enjoying following your journey. Keep it up!

    Happy Trails,

    • Reply Gabriel May 5, 2016 at 3:00 pm

      Gary! It is an honor to get a comment from you. Reading your memoir Where’s the next Shelter? inspired me to write about this hike in order to include friends and family in the experience. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be required reading for the AT Class of 2017. So thanks for that.

      While you met Baltimore Jack on the northern end of the trail, long after the need for hiking advice and secret places to camp, I enjoyed the image you painted of Baltimore Jack whipping up meals for dozens of hikers at a place called the Cabin. The selfish part of me is grateful for the time I was able to spend with Baltimore Jack; however, I’m still stunned by his death a few days after my “interview.”

  • Reply nifty the hostel angel May 8, 2016 at 3:54 pm

    hi steelecharmer

    enjoying your blog…maybe we’ll run into each other in pearisburg…i volunteer at holy family hostel…peace and blessings
    nifty the hostel angel

    • Reply Gabriel May 13, 2016 at 2:03 am

      Thanks nifty! I’ll keep my eye out for you in Pearisburg. But I have to warn you… I’m already excited about the Chinese buffet there. Hehehe

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