Quehanna Trail,Pa

 I left for vacation on the 28 of june,2008 and arrived at the Parker Dam State Park. As I drove around the park and noticed the trailhead was full of cars so I went ahead and set up camp,before a major T storm hit at the public campground,so he could find me.

 Day 1,Jeff and I started on a bright and beautiful sunday 29 of june 2008 at the trail head about 7:30 am and went counterclockwise. We cross several roads and seen some vistas (which were growing over) and lots of newts.We chased a flock of turkeys out of our way also. The Terrain itself wasn’t too bad. But about 2 miles from camp it just poured and poured and we were soaked. Finally got to camp and we gathered some firewood and tried to dry our boots by the fire. with no such luck. The day put us at 15 miles. near the old log splash dam.

 Day 2 june 30 2008. Mon morning we get up eat a big breaksfast and put on moleskins on our tenderspots before hiking the trail. The trail wasn’t to bad at first ,but it got so annoying that i had to stop and wring out my socks and keep replacing moleskins. I guess Jeff was having the same problem cause I finally caught up to him near wild cat rocks ( a spot were three wildcats were shot in1916). We met for lunch at the fisher rock area at an established camphouse. I was glad the owners weren’t there. We was alittle confused cause of the two bridges that were close by but we went on and that hill coming out of that hollow was a pain in the arse. Butt cramping,legs wobbling,and sweating like a pig. Of course Jeff went on ahead to replace my map that I lost on the trail and of course were none. After going through several miles of open and dense woods, It was nice being able to see a valley even if it was a power line. We get about 2 miles from camp and guess what? It rained. This area is were I saw a black bear running up the power line. Of course going throu thick laurel and blueberry patchs, I was singing to him to let him know where I was’. We finally made it to piper reserviour camp. a nice place along the dam,just to watch the fish swimming around. We almost had our boots dried.

 Day 3 The Hill from hell first thing in the morning. Butt cramping,legs wobbling,and just gasping for breath mad up that hill in about 45 miles,finally made it to a clearing and that reminded me of the canadian tundra area. Elk Tracks were everywhere. and a remains of an old stone log home. Climbing up three springs hollow my feet were getting so freaking sore and I was totally getting bummed out,knowing I will not be able to finish the trail and going up the last big hill before the sinneahoning trail. I kept falling and slipping and knowing this is not safe. So the decision was made to call the trip off. I finally make it to the 40.2 mile mark   and lucky the forestry people were happening by and ask us were we were heading and they said thats along ways to go ,hop in and we’ll take you back.

  After a long night sleep and some food in the belly besides dehydrated food I finally feel better morally. Even thou I am disappointed in not completeing the trail,but I did get 40 miles with horrible blisters on my feet and some of the hollows were steepier then I thought they be. Overall the trip was geourgous and only saw three people at a trailhead on the whole trail. I am difintily going back to finish the last 32 mile.