Tuesday–July 6, 2021
Location–Second Crossing of Bernheisel Road, then to Matthew Lorax Pomraning father’s home, Boiling Springs, AT Mile 1,133.3
Breakfast amounts to coffee and a couple cupcakes at Sleep Inn. Not much; just as well. I’m not hungry.
Lucky & Nimrod have us back to Whiskey Springs Road right at seven-thirty. Sad time, bad time for me–yet again having to bid farewell to dear friends. It’s been such a great time, Lucky, Nimrod, and such a blessing having your support; thanks dear friends! Safe travels.
More difficult climbing first thing, up and into another cobbed-up heap of boulders. Going to be a slow (very hot and humid) day. Three o’Hearts has stayed back to interview Lucky & Nimrod. So, she’ll be hiking in to meet me from the opposite direction later today.
Six miles, and I’ve bailed off the mountain, down to the Cumberland Valley and the picturesque little village of Boiling Springs. The Appalachian Trail Conservancy has a regional office here, and I head there first thing. But they’re closed. A quick trip to the downtown jiffy for a cold drink and chips, and I’m back on trail.
Cumberland Valley is heavily populated, almost entirely private land. There are many farms, cattle pastures, hay, corn, and wheat fields abound. Consequently, the ATC has had to spend years securing small tracts of land in order to get the trail off the busy valley roads. For the most part they’ve been successful. The trail now winds the pastures and crop fields as it crosses the valley.
Mid afternoon, Three o’Hearts meets me, then turns to hike with me. She’s found a spot by a creek crossing where she’d like to conduct my interview–and we stop there.
Lorax parked earlier at day’s end and hiked in, and we soon see him coming toward us. What great pleasure being with him on trail again after 23 years!
Narrow, winding country roads, not so fast a pace in this rural countryside, but it’s a very short distance to Lorax’s father’s home, and we’re soon at Pappy’s, as Lorax affectionately calls his father.
Pappy has a beautiful and spacious home. He greets us and shows us to our upstairs rooms, each with its own adjacent bath. A refreshing shower and we’re soon to the dining room where Lorax & Pappy have set the table with tossed salad, steak, and freshly picked corn on the cob. The remainder of the evening is spent chatting–and reminiscing memorable days past…
Come look o’er this Eden, the Cumberland,
Come walk through this valley of time.
On a crisp, clear Sunday morning,
Hear the peal of the church bell’s chime.
Through the waving fields of golden grain,
By the springs of Conodoguinet.
O’er byways, thru boroughs, past quaint old farms,
A journey you won’t forget.
(N. Nomad – 7/’98)
We all have our time machines.
Some take us back,
they’re called memories.
Some take us forward,
they’re called dreams.