Happy Sunday! I finally stopped slacking and finished my post on he second half of our Smokies trip. Enjoy!
We arrived at the Russel Field shelter at around 12:00 pm on Sunday, where we first made some lunch and then spent most of the day resting.
Unfortunately, we did not bring a water filter, so we spent most of the day bringing up water from the spring .2 miles away and boiling it 16 oz at a time. I would say we had to run down to the spring about 8 times to refill water so we could stock up water for the walk back down the mountain on Monday.
After about 3 hours, other hikers started showing up to the shelter from the Molly shelter to the east. The Molly shelter didn’t have any water, so many of the hikers coming to Russel Field had hiked 5 miles further than originally planned just to be able to have water and food.
We had about 12 people stay at the Shelter that night, 2 of which decided to stay in tents. We gathered some sticks and made a fire in the cozy fireplace within the shelter to keep warm through the night since it was forecasting to rain heavily all night.
Sleeping in the shelter was unlike any experience I have ever had. I have never slept in the middle of the woods in an open structure with 10 other random people I had only just met. The only things that kept me awake all night were the fear of a bear coming into the shelter and the extremely uncomfortable wooden platform I was sleeping on. Needless to say I woke up with a very sore neck and back. Waking up was a great experience though, as the fog moved through the trees, the other campers were cooking their breakfast and I worked on starting a fire to warm us up after the cold and rainy night. One of the campers even took a shower in the water funneling down one of the valleys from the shelters roof. After about 10 minutes of making the fire, Thea exclaimed that she saw a bear, and all of the campers looked up in surprise as an adolescent black bear strolled nonchalantly through the campsite, stopped and looked at us, and then continued to walk down the AT. I only barely got my camera out in time to snap a picture of him walking away. It almost made me feel like i wasted by $50 on bear spray just before the trip.
After we had eaten breakfast we decided it was time to descend down the mountain back to Cades Cove, which was surprisingly just as hard as the trip up. The rain was off and on, but that meant that the roots and rocks on the trail (Of which there were MANY) were all wet and slippery. I was extremely happy that I thought to make walking sticks for Thea and I because we basically used them as a third leg going down the mountain as we twisted both our ankles about 5 times on the descent.
On the way down we actually came across a black snake, which coiled up and watched us, we had to wait about 5 minutes for him to calm down and slither away before we could pass. After that, we made it back down to the split in the path that marked just 1.6 miles before we were back to Cades Cove. The last 1.6 miles were a downpour, which is why I don’t have any photos of it. Thea came close to crying out of just being absolutely void of any energy.
This trip was one of the hardest trips I’ve ever taken in my life, and yet the most rewarding. The feeling of accomplishment I felt after making it up the mountain was something I don’t feel too often, as well as the opportunity to get away from all technology and communication with the outside world. If you ever want to go on a trip that challenges you and is something you will always remember, think about hiking up the smokies, you wont ever forget it.