Hiking the Susquehannock Trail: A Haunting Adventure
The second day of my Susquehannock Trail Thru Hike was a real eye-opener, and not just because of the dry, condensation-free morning. Starting at the Bolich Run Shelter, I was eager to continue my journey, but little did I know, this day would bring some unexpected twists and turns, quite literally with the trail's use of switchbacks.
A Trail of Surprises
As I hiked through the dense hemlock forests, passing hunting lodges and potential campsites, I began to feel the familiar ache of tendonitis creeping back. My shoes, worn flat from the journey, didn't help matters. I couldn't help but regret leaving my waterproof Topo shoes in the car. It was around mile twenty that the trail started to reveal its hidden treasures - the rare Jacob's Ladder flowers, a sight to behold and a reminder to respect nature's beauty.
Navigating the Trail
The trail's gentle descent through wetlands led me to Ole Bull State Park, a vast and unexpected oasis. After a much-needed lunch break and some stretches, I continued on, crossing Route 144 and beginning the ascent of the Impson Hollow Trail. The elevation gain provided a welcome respite from the humidity, but my leg was not so grateful. It was here that I encountered one of the trail's most intriguing features - the use of switchbacks, a rarity east of the Mississippi.
The Haunting of Spook Hollow
As I continued my journey, the trail led me to the eeriest part of the Susquehannock - Spook Hollow. The warning signs, crafted from red oak in the dead of night, spoke of a species called the "Hide-Behinds," mysterious creatures that elude detection by hiding behind objects. The guidebook hinted at a rune that could ward them off, but the rune itself was conspicuously absent. The silence was deafening, and despite my limping gait, I seemed to have avoided any encounters with these elusive beings.
Decision Time
After limping through Spook Hollow and reaching the old logging road, I made my way to the Morgan Hollow Shelter, my campsite for the night. Despite the lack of amenities, the shelter provided a dry haven. I hung my gear to dry, prepared dinner, and strategized for the next day. My right leg was dragging, a reminder of the challenges faced, but my spirit remained high. I was only twelve miles from Crossfork, PA, and I planned to start early the next day, hoping my leg would cooperate.
As I settled in for the night, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's adventures. The Susquehannock Trail had certainly lived up to its reputation, offering a unique blend of natural beauty and otherworldly encounters. I was eager to see what the next day would bring, and if my leg would hold up for the journey ahead.
