Alrighty, if I have anybody that has been a reader of this lame blog for any time they would know that I had been planning a trip to Shenandoah National Park. I had to cancel the first trip in early April due to rain and weather. The moons and stars were alligned again for me and my wife to go to some backcountry hiking/camping. The forcast called for rain and unseasonably cold weather. Screw it! We had a babysitter and petsitters so we would be damned if we would not go this time.
We had planned on leaving our house at about 6-7 a.m. on a Monday and enjoy the scenic back roads we take and enjoy the 3 or so hours it takes to get to the park. Well it tirns out that we stayed up a bit too late the night before and would up crawling out of bed at about 9:30 a.m. My wife doesn't know what ugency is and took her sweet time getting ready to go.
We finally left and were on the road at about noon. It was a bit later than I had wished for but what can you do. We had wanted to use this trip as a nice getting closer with one another type thing. So I bit my tongue and drove.
The weather was calling for rain and colder than usual tempreatures. We were hoping that we were in luck because the sun was shining and it was warm out. I was just hoping that we hadn't wasted all that time sleeping when we could have been on the road and eventually the trail.
All was well and then we were about 20-30 minutes from Shenandoah and the sky erupted in a downpour. There weren't the tell tail sign of rain (besides the dark clouds) when it rained so hard that I considered pulling over to the side of the road. I just laughed out loud and drove on. After a good 10-15 minutes of rain it was done. The sun came back shortly after and we could see the hills that we would be climbing soon.
We entered the park and filled out our backcountry permit and headed towards our trail head. First we stopped off at a gas station/gift shop and bought some coffee and filled our water bottles. You could tell that we had driven to a higher altitude by the fog that was rolling over the hills. We were soon off to find our trail head.
We had found the parking lot to the Little Devils Staircase trail covered in a veil of cold fog. To no surprise to me there were no other cars there. We pulled in and started to get our gear out and ready. I changed from my shoes and socks to my nice wool socks and hiking boots. In a matter of minutes we were dialed in to hit to the trail.

In good spirits Day 1 of 3

Here we are seconds before we headed out on the trail. It was foggy and cold. I was hoping that it wouldn't rain until later that night so we could enjoy the trip and surroundings. Within minutes of starting out the fog had lifted and it was sunny and turning out for the best. The trail was a nice slow down grade and made the hiking easy. I knew what the next two trails had in store for us though.
The sun was shining brightly and all was going great. I had spotted a crazy centipede or something of that genre hanging out on a rock. Turns out that it wouldn't be the last time I would see them as they were scattered everywhere. I also found that if you don't look where you place your hands they squich very easily and stain your hand with guts and gore.

Cool bug 10 minutes into adventure

The hike was going great in the first 20-30 minutes. We were lulled into nature by a nice downward hike and the sun was shining. We had come across some kind of lizard/amphibian soon after the centipede. It was a beautiful creature. It was a brigh orange with spots on its back and and it just stayed and posed for pictures. I had seen these the summer before on trails but they had been stepped on and dead. So needless to say, it was nicer seeing them alive.

Cool something 15 minutes into adventure

After the encounters with the local wildlife we had to make a left onto the dreaded Little Devils Staircase. Now that we turned off the fire road we had started on we were entering the canopy of the green forest. Again we were on a nice down hill and all was well. As I had found out last year when I hiked this trail that there is a reason that the word DEVIL is in the name. We were soon next to a waterfall and had to cross the higer than usual water to get to the other side. The "staircase" part of the name is appropriate as well. Only these stairs are on a grander scale than the ones in your house. The trail keeps crisscrossing this creek over and over again. In between crossings you have to climb down the "stairs' which are as high as 4' in places. Not to mention that most of the rocks were covered in the slipriest substance known to man. There was a section of a nice smooth rock that was about 4'-5' down at an angle. My wife had the great idea of sliding down it on her ass. Not me! I am a neanderthall man. I walked down and soon found myself on my ass hold my wrist. I had slipped and fallen and didn't want to get up. We continued and had to deal with more crossings and loose rocks.

Wife on Little Devils Stairs

It is a beautiful trail to go down when not so rainy and wet. It just added to the danger of this trail. My wife soon found out that I wasn't full of shit and that me and the guys weren't pussies like she had called us. We were so into hiking that we had barely noticed that it was getting darker and starting to rain.

Fatty me on Little Devild stairs

It was nice refreshing sprinkle rain and was almost welcomed. We had put our raincovers on our backpacks and headed out again. Soon after it had started to rain a bit harder and I was getting wetter. It wasn't too bad because we were under the foliage of trees and all was well. Besides we were making pretty good time. It became aparent that I'm a retard and was oon soaked. We stopped again to put on our rain jackets and headed out once again.
We soon were done with the Little Devils Staircase and I vowed to myself that I would never return to that trail again. We entered a parking lot outside the park and relaxed for a minute and headed up the backside of the fire road that we had started our trip on. Again, I had taken this trail before and knew this was going to be a bitch. It was a mile straight up a hill. It's a killer and did nothing for the great spirit we had 2 hours before. As a matter of fact half way up we stood in a steady rain and had wondered what the hell we had gotten ourselves into.
Eventually we made it up the hill and had started to look for a camping place. They have all of these rules as to what and where you SHOULD sleep in the backcountry. We had come up on the fork to our next trail and an old cemetary. There was a clearing beside the fork to the next trail but it was all mud. Then we had looked behind the cemetary and found a nice place but decided that we didn't want to sleep that close to cemetary. We humped it up the trail about 100-150 yards and my wife spied a mini clearing about 30 feet back from the trail. It loooked good and was getting dark so we moved some branches and made a spot for the tent. We had made our dinners and had some much needed heat put into our bodies.

Wife settling in for the night

We retired to the tent at about 9 p.m. It was of course raining and started to thunder and lightening. I had started brewing a nasty headache so I took some tylenol and tried to sleep as best I could. My wife was coughing her ass off which made it a bit harder to fall asleep. She failed to tell me that she hadn't been feeling all that great before we left for the hike and that a friend of hers was sick as well.
Nothing much we could do at that time we were about 4 miles back in the woods. Plus, I am sure the hill from hell didn't help out. Then of course the outstanding weather we had was grade A. I could barely sleep with her coughing and the rain bouncing off my rainfly. At point at night I was awaken and saw that the tent was lit up. It had stopped raining and was clear...the fullmoon was showing through the leaves and lighting up the tent. I had to unzip and take a look myself. Then it was off to sleepland again.

Day 2 Morning wood T-shirt
We had woken up a bit later than I had expected. It was some insane bird above us that did the job. I layed there and didn't want to get out of my sleeping bag. I was so snug and warm. I had kept all of my wet clothes outside under the vestibule. I had decided to put on my "quick-dry" pants again. Of course they were still wet and damp from being outside and it did nothing for my manhood when I slipped them on again. I should have just worn my rain pants so I wouldn't have to go through this. I am Polish though. So I just slipped on my long john shirt and my new hiking t-shirt. It was dry and was all good for me.
We had a lull in the rain and took that time to break camp and pack it up. My wife was sounding really sick now and we had decided that we would just follow the trail we were on and head back home. First we had to have some food and coffee. I just ate some granola bars and my wife had the same plus coffee. We had traveled back to the cemetary to look around and gather some pictures. It was good so far as the rain went. We snapped a few pictures and went about our business. As soon as we started up it rained. I should have put my rain pants on right there.

Day 2 at cemetary


cemetary day 2

It was a decent rail but we were walking up a hill again. It wasn't as bad as what we had put ourselves through the day before but was not helping the wife's chest cold. This trail was bit more open above so when it rained you were getting hit. Not like when under the cover of trees. I had told my wife before we left that we won't be fighting while out there. She assumed we would. I told her that I don't talk all that much when on the trail. I assume this is a normal thing? I was in my happy place especially with the rain dribbling down my back.

Huge snail day 2

About half way back to the car my eagle eye wife spotted this huge snail. It actually moved fairly quickly across the ground. I would say that it was about an inch high and huge. I took this photo op as a time to relax and get some water.

Almost back to the car

The trail wasn't bad as far as walking it was just the grade of the incline at times. I would enjoy taking this trail but going the other way...down. We had agreed that we will attempt this again and do just that. I was a bit disappointed that we weren't able to see to much wildlife. It was expected with the rain and all. We did however manage to get spooked by a deer. He let us get close to him on the trail before he darted away about 10 feet. He just sat and stared at us and now I am pissed I didn't take a pic. He was close to the trail and didn't mind seeing us. We bid him a farewell and watched as he watched us leave.
We arrived back to the car in fog as thick as soup. We threw our gear in the back and put some comfy footgear on and wentback to the gas station/gift shop. We ordered some chili and bacon cheeseburgers. It was pretty damn good too. We also bought some trinkets for the people babysitting our son and dogs. Of course we bought the Boy some gear as well. He is now the proud owner of a Shenandoah NP hoodie and a t-shirt.
We had a ton of fun but it was time to go. We had to drive all the way to south Jersey to pick up our son from grandmas. Then the next day I would have to drive to Philly and drop off my sister-in-law. So it was time to go. The rain was still coming down steadily and showed no sign of giving up.

Too funny!

There was the furniture store that we had seen on the way in to Shenandoah and found it to be pretty funny. So naturally on the way back we had to take a picture. Too funny! Antique tables--made daily? Can that be? Is that possible?