It’s a funny thing, how life works. This blog, for example, was something I’d given a lot of thought to as I started hiking. It was a really fun thing, I enjoyed it, and it showed me (and others) that while I was limited, I wasn’t that limited. I’d even pushed beyond some of those limits, with varying success, but never into anything I couldn’t handle.
Of course, that was destined to change.
I’ll jump ahead here a few weeks, when we went to hike at a very popular location, that a lot of folks hang out in (and, sadly, vandalize). It’s called Bake Oven Knob. I’ve no idea why. Every local around here knows the spot, and it only takes about a quarter mile hike over rocky terrain, to get to a lookout both north and south of the mountain. It’s along the Appalachian Trail, which continues beyond the lookout, to some even better vistas that lack the spray painted profanity on the rocks below. Sad that people find this entertaining.
Here is what you get when you leave your car.
There were some pretty dicey areas where you had to sort of wrap around some rocks off the side of the hill, but the AT continues into a state game land. From there, I’d located a return trail, but it wasn’t well mapped, and there were issues with the trail markings. Here, once again, I do apologize for the profanity, but this person had it dead on right. The AT is marked top to bottom with white blazes. The state game land, you know, for hunting, is marked by … white misshapen blazes. Really?
In any event the trail is a fairly easy one from parking lot to lookout and may people go there for lunch and with children. Here are the views.
Pretty sweet, eh? Too bad you can’t see the beautiful tumbling rocks, because they’re littered with graffiti. I had to crop all of these as a result. In any event, you continue a little further down from the traditional lookout, there are some even better views. There are also some side trails, they look something like this, and you can tackle them if you’re feeling brave.
We continued on, and when we found a second side trail, that appeared to have a fantastic view, we were a little distance apart. It takes me longer to move, as I am probably over cautious and move slower than I need to, but I use my poles heavily to ensure I don’t lose my balance over the rocks. I have enough problems with proprioception, so I have to make sure my foot position is sound, because by the time my brain realizes I’m off balance it’s too late. He bounced back onto the main trail I was navigating, at this point over rocks that were almost like sheets laid on their sides, about 2 inches wide at most. He called back, to say there was a great view off to the other trail.
I looked up.
You may not know it, but this is the worst thing you can do when going over these rocks, but much more so if you have balance problems. Predictably, I lost it. I couldn’t wedge the poles in and there was nowhere flat to get a foot down. I landed almost flat on top of all of these rock sheets. I didn’t even bother to look at my shins and knee – I knew what had happened and getting worked up about it wasn’t going to help. They weren’t severe injuries, they were annoying bruises and scrapes on my hands as well, where I barely saved my chin from hitting. I really only stopped to review the damage when we stopped in the forest for a snack.
Between the fall and the snack, we went around an interesting rock formation that you have to see, and it sums up Pennsylvania hiking in a very neat package. First, the trail. If you look closely at the big rock in the first photo, you can see the smudge outline of the AT white blaze. Yes, in other words, this is the Appalachian Trail, and you follow it. The second perspective gives you another view from wider out. See those trees? This is the side of the hill, those are tree tops and branches. There’s no choice, you have to go around or over the rocks. Such is life. We did it, both ways. I was starting to feel like a boss, which is never a good sign.
It is both a good and a bad thing to leave yourself without choices. As they say, if you get yourself to a place where you have no choices, your only choice is to succeed, isn’t it? When you no longer have the ability to fail? I guess it’s true. We made it around here and did another 2 miles, I’d say, into the game land. At that point we realized, from the placement of the power cut (this is a power cut, on a trail)
that we were not close enough to the return loop to finish it in daylight. We still had a few hours left to us, but there was also the issue of the first Steelers preseason game, which of course we had to be home in time for. I wish I were kidding. For me, preseason football is pretty anticlimactic, but for him, it’s another story. So, back we headed, forgoing the loop. We prefer loops to out and back, I’m sure most hikers do, but you don’t always get that option. We retraced our steps, at a pace that was too fast.
Well, it was fine on the less rocky portions of the mountain, which in this location was thankfully a lot of it. Once we recrossed the power cut, though, I really started to have trouble. The fatigue had become overwhelming – I really have noticed a common issue, which is that as I’ve pushed too hard, I’m not getting to where I can properly pace myself, meaning I go from a fast pace, and then get to complete fatigue. A time or two we stopped for a rest and a drink, but time was passing fast and I began to feel like we were close enough, not to take those breaks.
We made it almost all the way back to the first lookouts, about a quarter mile from the car, and I was done. I was fatigued, I wasn’t being as careful, I wasn’t testing my foot placements as I hurried across the rocks. Things were about to get much worse. I just couldn’t go further. I was having trouble even taking one step at a time, but I still wasn’t willing to stop.
Here’s where I get to be your inspiration. Don’t ever, ever, when you have a chronic illness, ignore what your body is telling you. Because your life as you know it can change in an instant, even when the result is from nothing more than you being stupid and hard headed and impatient.
I fell again. But not like the last time. I fell straight over backwards, and I couldn’t place the poles in a position to break the fall at all. I landed almost flat on my back, neck and head. Yes, all of that, on the rugged rock face. It meant my head fell from about six feet, right onto a rock. Even in this, however, I was very fortunate. Someday I’ll go back and take a photo of that rock, I should have when it happened. I had the good fortune to have the pointed rock, impact to the side of the neck, while the one my head hit, had a nice concave shape, allowing my head to fit into the rock when it hit.
I’ve had more than one concussion in my life, but I don’t even remember the one after I was knocked unconscious, to be this bad. Being me, I got up, and we kept going. I wasn’t bleeding – how, I do not know – but I thought we just needed to get as far as I could, and I really wanted to get home and shower before going to the ER. I know, strange, but that’s how I roll. I was completely soaked, and I knew it would be a long night. On the ride home my entire left arm went numb, which convinced me I should plan to spend a night at hospital, which I then did.
The headaches have been blinding. The dizziness and nausea, however, have been the real enemy. I’ve since learned how amazingly and irritatingly and maddeningly the body reacts in response to a brain injury. I’ve learned to retrain my eyes and learned new ways to repair things like memory and retention. My concussion team – because I have one now – believes I will make a full recovery, and I have already come a long way. It’s been two months, and only now do I really feel confident in my writing skills again, which was something that for some time, I was concerned may have permanently left me.
So the result of all this, is fewer posts, probably some grammatical errors, and some disjointedness to my writing. Forgive me as I learn how to overcome this new challenge. But I promise that it is only a mistake along the way, and will not be the end of my hikes – indeed, it has not been. Probably something my team would object to, but we’ve been hitting local parks and state parks that have easy walks and basic hikes that have allowed us to enjoy the fall weather – my favorite time of year – and this weekend I’ve no intention of missing out as our forests change their color in preparation for winter.
Fight on, but listen to what your body is saying. It might make you pay in ways you cannot imagine.