DELAWARE WATER GAP HIKE

August 2002. When my pet-sitting assignment ended, I left Sambuca's house and headed for the Delaware Water Gap, but I departed late and it was dark before I reached my objective. At 10:30 PM, I found myself driving alongside the old barge canal that parallels the Delaware River. I spied a bridge over the canal, and I crossed over and parked in an open field, sandwiched between the canal and the river. I threw my sleeping pad on the ground and while it inflated, I fished in my backpack for my sleeping bag. There was no need for a tent (I thought); the stars were out and the heat was oppressive.

I hit the rack, anticipating a restful sleep in the privacy of my newfound campsite surrounded by water.

Zzzzzzz…Slap.

Zzzzzzz…Slap

Zzzzzzz…Slap

I had four choices.

1) Put up the tent. Too tired.
2) Lather up with Deet. Too messy and too tired to look for it.
3) Swathe myself in mosquito netting. Did not have any.
4) Sleep in the car. Yes!

When I woke up the next morning, I discovered I was only about 1/2 mile from Locks 22 & 23. I spent the day walking the canal. I passed a lot of hikers and bikers and dogs. I was the only fool lugging a 33 lb backpack, although I passed several people with daypacks, presumably loaded with picnic paraphernalia. That was not a good test of my hiking endurance, because the canal was flat and level, unlike the reality of the AT which is rocky, uneven and packed with severe ascents and descents. Nevertheless, it was a good test for my knee. Not good, it still hurt.

Comments

[Debbie]

Hi Marvin,

I got your message yesterday, and I can't tell you how touched I was that you had me in your thoughts on Mothers Day. It was a very difficult day for me, but it was sweetened by a visit from my sweet, smart and beautiful little grandson. He's with me for a couple of days, and I can't tell you how much joy he brings me!

I've been following your journal and am fascinated by all your adventures. Many of the towns on your journey are ones I have been to as well. Ruthann's lake house is about two miles from Dalton, in Hinsdale. When I visit her in the summers, we often go to Williamstown. Also, we spent weekend in Manchester Center one winter many years ago. Don't miss Mother Myrick's ice cream (I think that's the name). It's pretty good.

Keep your spirits up. I am in awe of what you are doing!! I can't wait until you return and I can hear everything first hand. Again, thank you so much for remembering me. I love you Bear Meat.

Debbie