George Steffanos
George Steffanos
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Author of Then the Hail Came, a book about my 1983 Appalachian Trail thru-hike, available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle. https://www.georgesteffanos.com
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View from Jug End, Taconic Mountains, Massachusetts. August 25, 2025.

A hard fall on the steep descent from Jug End and a deep bruise to my right shoulder. I'll be fine in about a week, but it did cut short my plans for a 6-week hike after one great week.

#hiking #outdoors #nature #mountains
Marshy inlet stream, Herron Pond, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. October 26, 2023, 2:09 PM.

#hiking #autumn #forest #lake
I'm disappointed, but I learned a lot for the next hike. I have lots of great pics and some stories to share. This will put off my sequel AT hike until 2027, but there will be new hikes next year.
Note: I'm finally starting to work on my hiking blog for my aborted August hike. I'll have a link soon. A hard fall on the steep descent from Jug End did some damage to my right shoulder. I'll be fine eventually, but it did cut short my plans for a 6-week hike after 1 great week.
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The trail was nicely cleared and well-tended, but steep in spots.

The ascent ended at the summit of Floyd Mountain, returning to the main crest. Since Bearwallow Gap, I had descended almost all the way to the floor of the adjacent James River valley and subsequently reclimbed the Blue Ridge.
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I was understandably dehydrated.

The next four miles were all one long climb — a very discouraging prospect at the end of a long, hot day. Nevertheless, I made the best of it. I am becoming conditioned to making long climbs while drenched in my own sweat; I cannot remember my last dry one.
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The trail quickly arrived at Fork Mountain’s summit and began to descend. At the bottom of that climb was an AT campsite which boasted the first good drinking water I had seen since leaving Bobbletts Gap this morning. Having stretched one quart for twelve steamy miles,
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Alan, dizziness, and nausea were my companions on that climb. Finally, three of us had to sit down for fifteen minutes and tell Alan to go on ahead. He was also looking somewhat wobbly, but he did not wish to stop.

I felt much improved when I resumed hiking.
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We took a long, laugh-filled break at that spot — too long, as it turned out.

I could barely get my engine restarted on the climb up Fork Mountain which followed. The thermometer was topping ninety again, for what feels like the zillionth consecutive day.
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The valley and its surrounding ridges luxuriated in cool, lush forests of hemlock, pine, oak, hickory, and dogwood. Cheerful rapids churned the rocky creek bed above the bridge and a tranquil trout pool sheltered by an enormous, partially-submerged boulder and gravel banks lay downstream.
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The bank of Jennings Creek was a nice temporary haven from the rigors of late-June backpacking. The AT had descended into a deep valley cradled among some outlying spurs of the Blue Ridge, coming out on a narrow road and following it over a concrete bridge across the stream.
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June 26, 1983: By the time I finished nursing my shins down the long descent to Jennings Creek, Alan had been there for about an hour.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail
Autumn reflections, Beaver Pond, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. October 26, 2023, 3:58 PM.

#hiking #autumn #forest #lake
Obviously I though you meant Washington State. Long story, but I don't have a car. So it might as well be for the foreseeable future.
Autumn storm blowing in, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. October 13, 2020, 5:28 PM.

#hiking #autumn #forest #lake
Sometimes I do go down the wrong path and can't find my way back.
If it's a general color shift and not a localized stain, I know you can fix that in Photoshop or any decent photo editor. Sometimes takes a few tries, especially when you're just starting to digitalize your old photos. I always edit copies of the original scan.
I wish I could get back to Washington. It's been a long time.
"Devils Cornfield" just before sunset, Death Valley National Monument (now National Park), California, March 1984.

#hiking #mountains #desert
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They rose from out of the fog like a cluster of arthritic limbs.

From my book Then the Hail Came (A Humorous and Truthful Account of a 1983 Appalachian Trail Thru-hike). Available in paperback, audiobook and eBook: www.amazon.com/dp/B09QFG4ZR6
Then the Hail Came: A Humorous and Truthful Account of a 1983 Appalachian Trail Thru-hike
Then the Hail Came: A Humorous and Truthful Account of a 1983 Appalachian Trail Thru-hike
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Towards the end, I came across a grove of strange, misshapen trees whose structures were contorted into all kinds of crazy angles.
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It was an immense grassland sprinkled with sparse, scrubby bushes. The wind was whipping shreds of cloud across the desolate landscape. I felt as if I were on a Scottish moor as I strolled over the summit and started down the other side. There must have been about a mile or so of open fields.
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Nearing the summit, I finally broke out into better weather. The sky brightened and I was approaching the top of the cloud. Were that cloud a little lower or that mountaintop a bit higher, I would have enjoyed some nice views. Walking across the open summit was still an experience.
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Beneath the fog, the forest floor was sporting a massive bloom of white wildflowers that often became virtually a white carpet. The grades were excellent — a rare treat recently — and I made good time.