With apologies to readers who dislike profanity, Roan Mountain is a
mother-fucking ball-breaking bitch. In non-hiker vernacular, let me try to
describe it. Imagine you are going to a sporting event. First, you park your car
12 miles from the stadium. in the 12-mile walk you go up and down several
bridges. Now after 12 miles imagine you start climbing up the ramp to your
seat's section. Up and up you go, alternating between ramps and steps, for 3
miles! By the way, its 80 degrees, there's little to no shade, the concrete is
broken and jumbled and you carrying a 40 pound cooler. Now imagine that you get
to your row but can't eat and drink everything in the cooler and there's no beer
guy and now hot dog guy. But, when you turn around, you realize the game is
being played just for you and you have the best seat! You get a little choked up
and a tear comes to your eye and you smile because you realize you are a baaad
man and you just kicked some ass. And then you thank God for the ticket.
Tonight's shelter is pretty cool. It is an old fire warden's cabin with two
floors. It could sleep 25 or 30 if need be, but so far, its 7:15, I'm the only
one here. It is supposed to be the coldest of the mountains and the shelter is
the highest on the AT. Tonight's/tomorrow's weather, thanks to a gentleman out
for exercise, calls for thunderstorms throughout late night and dropping temps
tomorrow if it is in the 20s as predicted. Roan mountain also used to be the
site of Cloudland Hotel, 1/2 of which was in TN, the other 1/2 in NC. A line went
down the middle to show which was which since alcohol was only allowed to be drunk
in Tennessee. The sheriff from NC used to sit and wait for people to cross the
line, apparently. The hotel was demolished by loggers in 1915 when they
harvested fir and spruce.
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