The first sentence in THREE HUNDRED ZEROES reads,
“Have you ever dreamt about doing something totally foolish, something so absurd that perhaps you were afraid to tell anyone except possibly those closest to you?”
Taking that giant step and going off and doing that dream can lead to so many new possibilities Having hiked the entire Appalachian Trail I realized that it was time to pay it forward. All along the trail I had so many strangers help me out. They’re called “Trail Angels,” and they help with rides, food, drink and shelter. Yesterday I spent the entire day parked at the Kinsman Notch road crossing waiting for hikers to pass by.

Sadly, the weather didn’t cooperate and was miserable. It rained most of the day, quite heavily at times, and there was a constant fog, or cloud cover and it was cold. That particular road crossing is located at the foot of Mt. Mooselauke, in New Hampshire and to get there the northbound hikers have to cross the summit of Mt. Mooselauke.

I arrived very early in the day and around 9 am a shuttle driver from Manchester Center, VT, showed up with a northbound hiker. The hiker left immediately and the driver, Mark Shaw , (trail name: “Bad Influence”) stuck around a while to chat. He had also brought along some goods to create some “trail magic” and when he realized I was completely set up for the day, he left his items with me to distribute; things such as alcohol for stoves, chocolate chip cookies, toilet paper and batteries for headlights. If you know of hikers looking for a shuttle in the VT/NH area, get in touch with him, he is a class act: trailhead10@gmail.com  (802-477-2048)

Even though I had plenty of goods to make a hearty breakfast, my first hikers didn’t show up until about 3:30 in the afternoon. As I peered out of a rain blurred windshield in the van I made out two blurred forms coming in my direction. It was “Slow Ride,” and “White Chocolate.” They had decided to brave the weather and cross over the mountain top. It was a serious challenge and “Slow Ride” had a bad fall on the way down the mountain and was in some pain, but seemed to be managing it. I made them hamburgers and hot dogs with all the fixin’s and they devoured them.

They stayed for some time eating and warming up. Eventually they packed up and went over to the road to hitch a ride into Lincoln. It was then I realized that I hadn’t offered them  the cookies, so I walked over to the roadside with them and was handing out the cookies when a car stopped and guy jumped out to offer them a ride into town. He too then dove into the cookies. We must have made quite a site on the roadside, me divvying out cookies and everyone munching. Such is the AT.

A few minutes later, after they left, “Littlefoot” came up to my van. He was soaked, cold and elated that he made it over the mountain in such conditions. Again, I made hamburgers, and hot dogs and offered him some corned beef hash and eggs. He ate it all. He had never had corned beef before and really liked it.

While “Littlefoot” was eating, “Ghetto Sheep” arrived. I had seen her come into the parking lot earlier that morning and get out of a car and hit the trail. She is doing a thru-hike, but had been shuttled there by family. She had done a section of the trail and was now back at the trail head to await her shuttle. She too had something to eat. “Littlefoot” was shivering and it was then I recalled I also had hot cocoa, so I brewed up a big pot of hot water and got that into him, along with offering him an old blanket. He warmed up in no time.

This is a common malady on the trail. While hiking the body stays very warm, even with little clothing, but when one stops, the steamy wet body cools quickly and the cold sets in.

“Ghetto Sheep’s” shuttle arrived and she was off. We waited around a while longer, and when it was almost dark, we decided to head down to Lincoln. “Littlefoot” was looking to stay at “Chet’s Hostel” in Lincoln, so I gave him a ride there and met Chet and rode off into the sunset.

In all, it was an absolutely wonderful experience, I’m only disappointed that the weather kept so many from coming over the mountain. I had enough supplies for about 40 hikers. I won’t have time to get back up there and do it again since I have book events pretty much scheduled from now until Labor Day.

Thanks to all the Trail Angels out there, I can really, really appreciate all that you did for me when I was at the mercy of the trail.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard
AT 07/08

Tomorrow, 25 August, Wednesday, I’ll spend the day at the NH RT112/App. Trail crossing doing my turn at being a Trail Angel. There will be hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers, vegetarian beans, fruits, and cold drinks. I hope to see a bunch of long distance hikers going through. It’ll be fun to see and meet some of the class of 2010 thru-hikers.

The parking lot at the intersection is not to far from North Woodstock, NH. If I recall, something like 8 miles. The weather is supposed to be miserable, but I’ll have the minivan and it will provide some shelter for those that want it. See you out there.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard

Attended the monthly meeting of the Police Amateur Radio Team, PART, WB1GOF, in Westford, MA on Tuesday. I presented the Appalachian Trail photo essay that I have and had a great time there. Their club president, Andy Stewart, KB1OIQ, made me feel very at home.

They were a wonderful audience and there were lots of laughs about many of the encounters as I hiked the trail. It was a surprisingly good turnout for a summer meeting.

One of the members has posted photos of the meeting on their web site: PART meeting photos .

If you have an organization that is looking for a speaker’s presentation, please do contact me and we’ll see what we can work out. I will be working my way south from New Hampshire to Sarasota, Florida in late August and early September. During the winter months I will be in Florida and will be making visits all over the state.

Possible candidate groups for the presentation are hiking clubs, ham radio clubs, heart surgery recovery groups, book clubs, Sierra Clubs and libraries.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard

Bears.
Yesterday Jane and I were in N. Woodstock, NH hiking the Mt. Hancock
peaks. After the hike we were headed to Rt. 93 to go home and a black
bear ran across the road in front of us. At least I didn’t see it while
on the hike. The fiercest animal we saw on the hike was a toad.

This bear was jet black and caught me off guard since we were so close to the entrance ramp to the highway. It scampered across the road, stopping traffic and then dove off into the woods. It was probably coming into town near nightfall to check out the restaurant dumpsters for food scraps, which means it is headed for a troubled and possibly short life.

Hopefully I can soon get back up there into the woods and spend some more time there.

Dennis

Having spent a few days now in New Hampshire I can attest to just how flat Florida is. The first day here I took a walk with my daughter and found myself breathing heavily; without a pack and only walking three miles.

Over the last three days I have managed bike rides of 22, 20 and 28 miles. In Florida I’d hardly notice those rides, but here in New Hampshire I’m huffing and puffing. Fortunately I fixed the front derailleur on my bicycle before attempting riding the hills around here. It has been broken for months while I was in Sarasota and since it was stuck in the high gears I didn’t consider it a high-priority. It would be impossible to ride here without the lower ranges.

All this exercise is good training for getting out and spending some time on the trails soon. My legs may not be ready, but at least the lungs will get a little training ahead of time. The heart has been getting a workout.

Speaking of things related to health, I found a very good website that relates to Heart Coronary Artery Bypass Graft , or CABG (pronounced “cabbage”).
As most of my readers know, I underwent this surgery during my Appalachian Trail hike in 2007, so I am officially a CABG Patch Kid. If you know someone that may be facing this procedure in the near future, or has already undergone it, you might check the website out, it is really informative and condenses everything into understandable terms.

I consider Sarasota Memorial Hospital the center of the universe for this procedure, they saved my life and I haven’t looked back (except for the chapter in my book of course.)

Don’t ignore the symptoms; I did and found later that it could have killed me.

Have fun out there and enjoy the summer!

Dennis, “K1”

At some point in August I plan on getting out on the A.T. and doing some “Trail Angel” activity. So many helped me along the way, now it is my turn. My dilemma is to determine where I will have the most impact. Where will the majority of hikers be passing through on a given day? In mid August I would guess the main body would be in the VT/NH sections.

My plan is to take some coolers full of soft drinks, energy drinks and bottled water. Food will be things that are simple to grill, such as hot dogs, burgers and veggie burgers, rolls, and maybe some salads and such. I’m looking forward to meeting some number of this years crop of thru-hikers. On Twitter.com I see that some number are already up in Maine. They’re doing consistent near-thirty mile days and are just super human. I believe on my single best day I did something like 26 miles, but as a rule was around 17 miles.

If things work out I will try to do a few days out on the trail as well; it will be fun to hang the hammock and be in the midst of those that are on the hike of their lives.

Dennis.

On the way to New Hampshire I stopped at the Horseshoe Curve Restaurant and Tavern at Snickers Gap, Virginia. In my book, Three Hundred Zeroes, the dogs there, Brigan and Buca played a significant role in helping me with my lunch. They were two adorable old dogs, sisters, that won my heart.

I didn’t get to see them on this visit, although I did hear them. The owner, Tracee Wink was away and I don’t think the manager there at the time felt he could turn them loose without the owner being there. Too bad, they probably would have gotten most of my lunch again.

The Horseshoe Curve Restaurant is situated on an extreme downhill horseshoe curve and is a journey back in time. As I describe in the book, it was the closest thing I have ever seen in this country to a British Pub. The food is wholesome, homemade and for a hungry hiker, it is perfect. The atmosphere is friendly and will be certain to take away your worries. The walls are a virtual beer museum.

If you’re out that way, or hiking the Appalachian Trail, it is a must! On the north side of the A.T. trail crossing, before it goes back into the woods after crossing VA 7, just mosey down the road there and you won’t regret it.

Tell them I said hello.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard

I was driving through Bristol, Connecticut yesterday and talking with some friends on my VHF ham radio and they were telling me about an article they read in the Hartford Courant that I had written a few weeks back. After I submitted it, I never heard anything and didn’t realize that they actually printed it. It has a nice photo of my rattlesnake friend on the trail.

Hartford Courant piece: CLOSE ENCOUNTERS ON THE APPALACHIAN TRAIL

Enjoy.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard

We had a larger than normal (for this time of year) turnout for our Sarasota Authors Connection meeting at the Fruitville Library. I was invited to speak about Indie Publishing: What works, and what doesn’t. We had about an hour and a half and it was fun filled and I hope, informative.

We covered a lot of material in a short period of time and I gave out handouts that referenced most of what I covered so the audience could just follow along without having to take many notes.

Since the meeting I have had a number of folks ask if I could come and give the presentation at their organization. As time permits I will take it under consideration and see what I can do.

Thanks to all that attended, it was a great audience and there is nothing better that makes a presentation go well than a lively, interested audience.

Dennis

I just wanted to post a quick thank you to all you folks that are ordering and reading Three Hundred Zeroes. As an author there is nothing more gratifying than knowing that people are not only reading your book, but really enjoying it. We had a 60th birthday party for a member of my family last night and a number of friends, some that I had not seen in some time, attended and naturally there was some discussion about Three Hundred Zeroes.

It was wonderful to hear all the laughter and discourse about the book and to realize that I’ve been able to bring so much joy and laughter into so many lives. If there is any purpose to one’s life, it should be to create those things that bring us all together and I can’t think of anything better than a book.

Thank you everyone, it does my heart good.

Dennis “K1” Blanchard
Sarasota, Florida