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.

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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 not much help, either. Two long, vertical rock climbs welcomed me back to the Appalachian Trail. Thanks to a combination of all these factors, it took me three-and-a-half hours to hike those six miles, even though I took no long breaks.
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I could hardly breathe on the steep climbs, my legs felt weak all day and my feet were suddenly tender again. On top of that, it was another oppressively hot, steamy day, which felt all the worse after spending five days in air conditioning.
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to cover the distance he claims to have covered today, he would have needed to average better than four miles per hour all day, including breaks, over a stretch of trail that included the climb up Wawayanda Mountain and those rock climbs on Bellvale Mountain, among other insanities.
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Therefore, he must make up these stories to explain his sudden thirty-five and forty-mile one-day leaps. Not having hiked these stretches, he is unaware of what an idiot he sounds like. For instance,
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while my brother and I just looked at each other and tried not to laugh.

It quickly became obvious that Charlie was one of those guys who constantly hitchhike around large stretches of the Appalachian Trail. Unlike most, he refuses to admit it.
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For the purposes of this tale, let’s say that his trail name was Crazy Charlie, and he was just possibly the biggest bs artist I have met on this trail of bs artists. He spent about fifteen minutes regaling my family and myself with tall stories about hiking 45-mile days with a 75-pound pack
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August 6, 1983: They dropped me off at 4:00 this afternoon, at the point where I left the trail on Monday. While I was getting my gear ready to resume my hike, a thru-hiker came by.

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Hiking over St Sauveur Mountain, Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island, Maine from April 1981.

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Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, Death Valley National Monument, California from April 1984.

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The half-mile climb up to the actual summit was followed by a four-mile descent into the Tye River valley. The path was rocky and steep in many spots, the trail elevation dipping from 4063 feet at the summit to 997 feet at the river crossing. The final viewpoint on the mountain was reached as I
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I passed some promising viewpoints, but all were completely socked-in, opening into a vast white void swirling with light grays. The landscape was thick undergrowth, gnarled oaks, and great boulder formations. I appeared to be following a thin green supernatural land bridge through clouds.
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My new friends were still asleep, so I left a sincere thank-you in the register as I headed out on the trail.

The long crest was very narrow, and the flanks fell away precipitously.
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Having no fuel, I breakfasted upon those two cans of cold spaghetti the kids had given me and started packing my gear — slow work with all of those sleeping bodies hemming me in. My backpack was finally loaded, and I was decked out in all my rain gear at 7:45.
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Ironically, the open end of the building faced the gap, and a bitter easterly blast howled through all night. Shivering was an enjoyable experience after all the sweltering heat and humidity I have endured lately. A lingering chill drizzle greeted me at 6:30 this morning when I awoke.
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A shallow little spring beside the shelter fed into a flat area, forming a small bog which grew by leaps and bounds during the night’s monsoons. The elbow formed by the joining of the two ridges sheltered the structure from north, west and south winds.
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A large clearing surrounded by gnarled and rather sparse trees just below this junction is the site of the shelter where a large group of kids, three adult chaperones, and one slightly-used thru-hiker spent a night of rain, fog, and unseasonable cold on the second-to-the-last day of June 1983.
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June 30, 1983: In the Virginia Blue Ridge, high atop a shoulder of a mountain called The Priest, not far from the 4063-foot summit, a spur ridge makes a perpendicular intersection with the main crest.

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Quiet summer sunset at Lost Ponds. Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. July 5, 2021, 7:00 PM.

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Vacant until spring. Empty bird house on state forest field in late autumn at sunset. Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. October 21, 2020, 5:28 PM.

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