Heartbeat AT

Thursday, January 1st: East Brunswick, NJ     An all night trip from Chocorua, NH followed a very short but extremely memorable visit to see Poopajack, his wife Poopa, their son Noah, his wife Claire, and their two children, Lillian and Natalie in Limerick, Maine and a brief but awesome time with Drifter (AT '94/'99) at his home about an hour further up the road.

Friday, January 2nd: East Brunswick, NJ     Today is dedicated to getting the tree down at Mom's house, then getting Christmas stuff put away at Roy and Trudi Lefavour's just up the road.  The rest of the day will consist of a trip to the Bank and hopefully a visit with lifelong Joe Caporrino.  Sherlock continues to enjoy his time in Miami.  Last night he stayed with his dear friend Will Ortiz and his family who live in Miami Lakes, Florida.

Saturday, January 3rd: Indian Trail, NC     

Sunday, January 4th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Charlotte, NC     Christ Covenant Presbyterian Church

Monday, January 5th: Indian Trail, NC     Visiting "Mum" and "Papa" Stevenson.

Tuesday, January 6th: Matthews, NC

-8:15 AM - Breakfast Meeting with Pastor Bruce Creswell.

-11:00 AM - Lunch Meeting  with Pastor John Haines.

-7:00 PM - Meeting with Prayer Group from Christ Covenant Presbyterian Church.

Wednesday, January 7th: Anderson, SC    Visiting Pastor and Mrs. George White.

Thursday, January 8th: Huntersville, NC     Visitng Houston and Janelle, Bailey and Tori Venters.

Friday, January 9th: Fort Lauderdale, FL     A visit with Sean Jones on the way to Miami.

Saturday, January 10th: Miami, FL     Dinner with Sherlock's family highlighted the end of a long trip south.

Sunday, January 11th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Miami, FL     Sherlock went to church with his Dad at Gladeview Baptist while Circuit Rider joined friends Freddie and Campana at Cornerstone Bible Church, their home congregation.

Monday, January 12th: Miami, FL     Office work this morning, "The Tale of Despereaux" with Sherlock's kid sister Marcela this afternoon, and dinner with the rest of Sherlock's family this evening will highlight this memorable day.

Tuesday, January 13th:

12:00 p.m. - Port St. Lucie, FL:  Lunch with "Denali Dolly" and her husband Louis.

6:30 p.m. - Anna Maria, FL:  Overnight at the home of Bill, Linda and Ben Ware.

Wednesday, January 14th: Anna Maria, FL     Visiting Bill, Linda and Ben Ware, dear friends who have served thousands of  hikers at Whitehouse Landing in the Hundred Mile Wilderness since 1999.

Thursday, January 15th:

1:00 p.m. - Palm Beach, FL:  Visit with Shane McDonald.     

6:00 p.m. - Ft. Myers, FL:  Visit with Erin Gisse, Jordan, Judy and Josiah Wyse.   

Friday, January 16th - Saturday, January 17th: Wesser, NC     Annual  Gathering of the Southern Ruck at the Nantahala Outdoor Center.

Sunday, January 18th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Franklin, NC    

7:45 a.m. - N.O.C:  "Sunrise Service" at the Southern Ruck

1:00 p.m. - Franklin, NC:  Visit with Craig and Suzy Miles and their little girl Tabitha.

8:30 p.m. - Harrison, TN:  Overnight at the home of Hopeful and Diana.

Monday, January 19th: Harrison, TN     A 9:00 meeting in Chattanooga with Hopeful and his Pastor from the Duncan Park Baptist Church will highlight the morning.  Having the oil changed in the Oldsmobile, getting to the Bank, writing cards and paying bills will likely take up the remainder of the day.

Tuesday, January 20th: Harrison, TN     We are enjoying a wonderful visit with Hopeful (AT '03), his wife Diana, their son Lamar and his daughter Olivia at their home.  This annual get together following the hiker gathering at the Southern Ruck is an event we always look forward to with great anticipation.  Our time together flies by way too quickly however.

8:00 a.m. - Chattanooga, TN:  Breakfast with Frank and Katherine Bradley, CR's "Kentucky Family".

11:30 a.m. - Rock Spring, GA:  Lunch with "Mom" Alexander.

Wednesday, January 21: Live Oak, FL     Visiting friends Pastor Alex and Mayra Gonzalez and the Church family at Iglesia Bautista Suwannee.

Thursday, January 22nd: Blytheville, SC     Visiting Dr. Bug and STUD (GA-ME '02).

Friday, January 23rd: Charlotte, NC     Visiting Ulysses, Circuit Rider's '99 hiking partner, his wife Andrea, and their beautiful little girl Ella! 

Saturday, January 24th: East Brunswick, NJ    

Sunday, January 25th: East Brunswick, NJ     79th Birthday celebration for our dear friend Roy Lefavour at his home.

Monday, January 26th: East Brunswick, NJ

10:00 a.m. - Breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Chin.  Mrs. Chin was Circuit Rider's First Grade Teacher.  They remain priceless friends.

2:00 p.m. - Circuit Rider is meeting lifelong friend Joe Caporrino at the Taverna Della Pizzeria.  Joe and CR grew up in the same neighborhood.

4:00 p.m. - Trip to Campmor.

7:00 p.m. - Dinner with Roy and Trudi Lefavour.

Tuesday, January 27th: Williamsport, PA     Lunch meeting with Lynne Wheldon, creator of "Five Million Steps" and "Amazing Grace"

Wednesday, January 28th: East Brunswick, NJ

Thursday, January 29th: East Brunswick, NJ

Friday, January 30th: East Brunswick, NJ

Saturday, January 31st: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, February 1st: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, February 2nd: East Brunswick, NJ

Tuesday, February 3rd: East Brunswick, NJ      It hit me yesterday morning as it became apparent that, once again, our travel plans were being delayed.  There will be no time at home for us for quite some time to come.  Maybe, just maybe (I'm not going to set my hopes too high), we'll get to be in our own beds before the end of this month.  Who knows?  I may even be able to take down the Christmas tree before the first day of Spring!  Ah, "the best laid plans of mice and men," they say.  We had so looked forward to eight wonderful days on the Island.  I was going to catch up on some long neglected reading, enjoy quiet hours of prayer, journal, and just plain revel at the thought of being home in the Winter wonderland that is the Upper Peninsula of Michigan this time of year.

Sometimes, especially at these times, I find myself wondering aloud why I have a home at all.  I had the pleasure of being there eighteen days in 2007 and a whopping twenty last year.  Yet, with all that said and many more heartfelt emotions not articulated here, somehow deep within me resides a peace born of a confidence in the One who makes known to me the path of life; in whose presence is fullness of joy; in whose right hand... are pleasures forever (Psalm 16:11).  Somehow, because of Him and what He has, through His Son, made available to me, I find myself already home, completely at rest in Him.

"The sure provisions of my God attend me all my days;

Oh, may Thy house be mine abode and all my work be praise.

There would I find a settled rest, while others go and come;

No more a stranger, nor a guest, but like a child at home."  -Isaac Watts

He makes me lie down in green pastures;

He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul.  Psalm 23:2,3a

Wednesday, February 4th: East Brunswick, NJ     Punxatawney Phil saw his shadow two days ago and, as if on cue, a Winter storm blew through the northeast yesterday, leaving in its wake a stark reminder that Spring is indeed several weeks away.  I never tire of a fresh snowfall however and this one was no exception.  At sunrise I grabbed the camera and took several snapshots of of the spectacle outside Mom's window. 

This morning, as soon as we get the car packed (which always requires a certain amount of creativity and ingenuity), we will head west on what promises to be an unforgettable three weeks on the road.  Following our involvement with a Men's Snowmobile Retreat at the home of Brent Hammer in Grand Marais, Michigan, we will cross the Mississippi for the second time in three months.  Funny.  We had previously been west only twice since 2003.  We are excited about seeing friends we haven't been with for several years and meeting for the first time those who seem like friends already.  This has, without a doubt, been an amazing Fall and Winter. 

I often marvel at God's perfect timing in my life.  The past week and a half in New Jersey has provided a keen reminder of that.  Little did we know when we drove to my Mom's home that she would end up in the hospital with pneumonia, that two snowstorms would require someone to take care of things around the house, or that we would need several extra days to tackle the office work that is always a challenge to keep up with.  All I know is that God knew, leaving me with the realization once more that there is nothing else I really need to know.  His timing is not only perfect, but He knows what we need just when we need it.  What else can be said but thanks be to God? 

Thursday, February 5th: Alanson, MI     When we stopped for gas at the Indian River Trading Post in the wee hours of this morning, the thermometer read -18 degrees.  For those of you from Canada, we're not talking Celsius!  Welcome back to the northwoods and yes, it's great to be here.  Did I ever mention before that I love Winter, especially in Michigan?

Other than a couple of brief snow squalls, one in the mountains of western Pennsylvania and the latter near Cleveland, the roads were dry and the drive itself uneventful.  What can we say about the performance of our 1990 Oldsmobile?  It has been a blessing and provision straight from the hand of God.

Given to us last Spring by a couple in New Jersey who had no use of it any longer (Don's wife Barbara had driven it for 17 years!), we figured it would be a good "back up" should we need "around town" transportation for a few days.  Pressed into service when the Subaru needed major repairs in early January however, it has been used for travel to Maine, New Hampshire, North Carolina, Florida, South Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia and now Michigan.  Since October it has also been to Virginia, Pennsylvania, as well as the Great Lake State (that's Michigan for those wondering).

Of course, the car, at its age, is no fashion statement (our friend Freddie Campana suggested we register it as a "classic" when it turns twenty next year), but it has faithfully gotten us where we needed to go.  For that, we couldn't be more grateful.  That Olds is a reminder that God is in the business of taking the discarded and unwanted and redeeming it for His own glorious purpose.  And you know something?  He does that with more than automobiles.  Look at what He has done for people who take Him up on His offer of redemption and, as a result, run once more!

For You light my lamp;

The Lord my God illumines my darkness.

For by You I can run upon a troop;

And by my God I can leap over a wall.  Psalm 18:28,29   

Friday, February 6th: Grand Marais, MI     The house is still quiet as I pen these early morning thoughts.  Sherlock and I, along with Jacque's husband Dick Ward,  drove north last night from Petoskey following Annika's grand performance in her school's adaption of "A Mid Summer Night's Dream."  You know, Junior Highers doing Shakespeare is an event in life you shouldn't miss.  The best sort of comedy is the stuff that happens when no one is trying to be funny!  In any case, the three hour ride passed quickly as the three of us found more to talk about than time allowed.  That's what happens when good friends get together after a long absence from each other.

The thermometer only dipped to -3 degrees last night and the dawn has broken crystal clear, so this should be a perfect day to spend on a sled.  From what I hear, we're going to head east along the shores of Lake Superior this morning towards Whitefish Point.  There's a restaurant stop near there that comes highly recommended, not that any of us will need to indulge following the huge breakfast that is planned before we depart.

It's great to be with the guys again.  We weren't able to attend last Winter and I really missed it.  There are about 10 of us, which sets the stage for the sort of close fellowship that men don't often get to enjoy.  Brent Hammer, who lives here at Grand Marais, is our gracious host.  He opens his home every February to this gang of guys.  We squeeze into his home, find a place to sleep, eat tons of great food, then spend most of our time sledding through theses breathtaking northwoods.  I always leave on Saturday feeling refreshed and thankful we made the effort to come.

The house is no longer quiet.  Everyone is up and anxious to get started.  Breakfast is about ready.  Away we go!

Saturday, February 7th: Garand Marais, MI     Liberty Baptist Church Men's Snowmobile Retreat.

Sunday, February 8th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Grand Marais, MI     Sherlock and Circuit Rider spoke at the Grand Marais Mennonite Church and spent the day at the home of friend Brent Hammer.  They enjoyed Sunday dinner with Pastor Steve Post, his wife Mary, Bill and Lynn Platt, and Brent.

Monday, February 9th: Huron, SD     I finally have the opportunity early this morning before we hit the road to reflect on the weekend that just was.  The annual gathering of men at the home of Brent Hammer for the purpose of snowmobiling and fellowship is an event I have come to eagerly anticipate each February.

For starters, Grand Marais is everything one would imagine if they were dreaming of a picture postcard Currier and Ives sort of setting.  Already this season, the shores of Lake Superior have experienced in excess of 200 inches of snow.  When I was a little boy, I dreamed of someday living in the northwoods.  This is what I dreamed of!

More meaningful to me than the breathtaking surroundings however, is the time I am privileged to enjoy with several guys who have come to mean a great deal to me through the years.  Some of these gentlemen I have known since the mid 90's when we were all together at the same church in Alanson.  That congregation is still like family to me today.  Whenever we cross paths, even following a protracted absence from each other, it seems as if we simply pick up where we left off.  There are no formalities.  Just family of the closest kind.

Thank you Brent for your willingness to open your home to us each Winter.  Thank you David for all the effort that goes into the behind the scenes preparation that makes this extraordinary weekend happen.  Thank you Pastor Steve for sharing with us truths from God's Word that will stick with us for years to come.  Thank you Dick, Justin, Brian, Tim, Jeff, Dan, Lee, Larry, and Bill for once again, making these three days seem like a very special holiday! 

Tuesday, February 10th: Taylorsville, UT     Visiting Semi Pro and Woodstock (GA-ME '02).

Wednesday, February 11th: Taylorsville, UT     I was bound and determined to not make the same mistake this time.  Though never having been to the Grand Canyon, Sherlock and I were nonetheless a mere thirty miles from it in February 2003 and, for some unexplainable reason, kept on driving.  That's not like passing up an opportunity to visit the Wax Museum in Harpers Ferry (any of you hikers ever been suckered into that one?).  I'm talking the Grand Canyon!  In truth, that particular day we had committed to being in Oklahoma by nightfall.  I figured we'd "come back by" the next time we were in the area.  That was six years ago and we have yet to "come back by."  So when I realized we were not far from Mount Rushmore yesterday, there really was no decision to be made.  We were going.

I'm not sure what I was actually anticipating, but the moment I saw this awe inspiring National Monument to Presidents George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Teddy Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln, I found myself feeling as if we were standing on hallowed ground.  These greats of American history have always been, for me, bigger than life and here they were, prominently carved into a majestic mountainside for all to witness.  We took time to stroll what is known as the Presidential Path, pausing at the various viewpoints strategically designed to highlight each leader with a brief biography and angle best suited to observe that particular sculpture.

The afternoon sun shone brightly and felt warm on our backs, in spite of a less than balmy thermometer reading of 41 degrees.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky as we snapped dozens of pictures.  We were both amazed at how "up close and personal" visitors could get to the actual masterpiece.  So draw near we did, as countless others through the decades have done.

At Mount Rushmore, we saw not only a rich treasure of American history, but were reminded that America's history has been richly blessed by the one from Whom all blessings flow.  I'm so thankful on this day I didn't repeat the same mistake this time. 

Thursday, February 12th: Taylorsville, UT     Sherlock and Circuit Rider's visit with Semi Pro and Woodstock continues.

Friday, February 13th: Taylorsville, UT     I set the alarm for early this morning so I could be up ahead of everyone else.  For the third night in a row we stayed up well past midnight, so I don't expect anyone to be stirring anytime soon.  Having thrown some fresh wood on the fire I can now sit by the kitchen window, marvel at the scene outside, and write. 

Our time with Semi Pro and Woodstock has been choice.  The hours have been spent sharing stories and lots of pictures, enjoying Kellie's shepherd's pie and lasagna, experiencing a Carl Jr's jalapeno burger for the first time, driving to nearby Farmington Bay and seeing more than 50 eagles in close proximity as I have never viewed them before, and going to church with Ed Wednesday night.

The last event was worth every mile we drove to get here.  Standing next to Semi Pro at church the other evening, singing the grand old hymn "Since Jesus Came Into My Heart", caused a joy to well up in me that my pen cannot adequately articulate.

How can we ever forget first meeting Semi Pro in the Spring of '02?  We were not long into that year's thru hike.  Convinced that God had led us to the Trail, but not really sure how He desired to use us now that we were there, we did the only thing we knew to do.  We fell to our knees and prayed.  We thanked Him for the privilege He granted us in returning for another trek.  We acknowledged our trust and confidence that He was the One who brought us back, not merely to hike, but to minister.  But how?  And to whom?  And exactly where?  After all, 2,174 miles of trail is quite a lot of real estate to cover!  All we knew to do at that point was to trust the One who knew just where we were and just where He wanted us to be.

Toward day's end, not far from the Flint Mountain Shelter, we met up with a young man who decided to camp with us for the night.  The usual sort of conversation ensued, but following dinner Semi Pro commented, "I heard you guys are religious.  Could you answer some questions for me?" 

This past Wednesday night, at the church Semi Pro and Woodstock now attend, it was evident we stood next to a young man whose questions have been more than just answered.  His life has been changed forever by the One who Himself is the answer.

"What a wonderful change in my life has been wrought

Since Jesus came into my heart.

I have peace in my heart for which long I had sought;

Since Jesus came into my heart."  -Rufus A. McDaniel (1914)

Saturday, February 14th: Eloy, AZ     This morning we said goodbye to Semi Pro and Woodstock following an incredible four night, three day stay at their home.  Thanks guys for a time together that will be long remembered.    

Sunday, February 15th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Oro Valley, AZ     A visit to Casas Adobis Baptist Church and a wonderful afternoon and evening at the home of Sam and Virginia Phillips was the highlight of this memorable day!

Monday, February 16th - Tuesday, February 17th: Sierra Vista, AZ     Visiting with Candy Ware, her Mom Sandy and husband Richard.

Wednesday, February 18th: Tucson, AZ     A short time ago we watched Candy go through the security checkpoint at the Tucson International Airport and waved goodbye one final time.  It seemed hard to believe that three days together with she and her folks could come and go so quickly.  We met her here late Sunday night, then made the hour plus drive south to Sierra Vista.  It was tough getting to sleep that night and equally as difficult wanting to take time for sleep after that. 

Sherlock and I had long anticipated meeting Richard and Sandy Parsons.  When we finally did, the event exceeded even our lofty expectations.  What wonderful people!  We were made to feel as if their place was our home.  We stayed up late each evening sharing fun stories as well as those from the heart.  We ate way too much (we really do need to start hiking soon!), crammed everything from being tourists at the nearby Kartchner Caverns and hiking a bit with Candy, to meeting a couple of Richard and Sandy's friends at the local Vietmanese restaurant on our final evening together.  We frankly ran out of time long before the pleasure of simply being together was exhausted.  When we drove away from their home yesterday morning, the pit in our stomachs was caused by a longing for more time with these precious people.

Now it's on to the home of some more dear friends.  But before we arrive at our new destination, we just want to pause and say thanks.  Thank you Richard, Sandy, and Candy (who flew all the way down from Wisconsin just to join us!) for memories that will last for some time to come.  Thank You Lord for blessing us with friends that are gifts straight from Your heart. 

Thursday, February 19th: Green Valley, AZ     When we arrived in the driveway of Jack and Glenda Carpenter's home yesterday afternoon, we had no idea that a few hour visit would turn into a two night stay.  Jack, a longtime friend, and his wife Glenda whom we met for the first time, graciously offered their home to us today so we could get some much needed office work done.  Enjoying dinner at the legendary Cow Palace, laughing over life situations, reminiscing of years gone by, savoring Glenda's homemade brownies complete with ice cream, crashing one aircraft after another on Jack's flight simulator, singing hyms and spending sweet time together in prayer, sure beat a night in a motel somewhere. 

I can't remember exactly how many years have passed since I enjoyed fellowship with Jack, but our reunion last evening caused me to wonder why we waited so long for this day to finally come.

Friday, February 20th: Sierra Vista, AZ     Travel to Sierra Vista from Green Valley via Tucson.

Saturday, February 21st: Sierra Vista, AZ     I can hardly believe it.  I figured we'd be somewhere in northern Arizona this morning, having endured a fitful few hours of sleep in the Oldsmobile on what promises to be a long trip home to Michigan.  Yet here I sit, relishing the warm morning sun, gazing with wonder at the snow capped Huachacan Range following an unexpected yet delightful turn of events last evening.

We were actually in Tucson, getting ready to leave the McDonald's parking lot and head north when, first a call from our dear friend Candy, then one from her Mom and Richard, abruptly altered our plans.  As a result, we find ourselves here again at their home for the remainder of the weekend, and loving every bit of it!

Just a few short days ago we left here with a longing to return just as soon as the Lord would allow.  We could have hardly imagined He would allow this special blessing so soon!  We find ourselves once again overwhelmed by His creativity and abundance towards us.

The day is the sort that makes one want to be outdoors, so that's where I'm at even as I sprawl much neglected paperwork in front of me in anticipation of actually giving attention to some of it.  It's a day for oil changes, taxes, letters, emails, phone calls, and above all, more time with friends we have already come to treasure greatly.  The blessings of the Lord are treasures indeed! 

'He will bless them that fear the Lord, both small and great.'  Psalm 115:13

Sunday, February 22nd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Sierra Vista, AZ     We went to church with Dick and Sandy, then enjoyed a relaxing day at their home, complete with a steak dinner that still has me feeling stuffed!

Monday, February 23rd: Sierra Vista, AZ     This morning, following a short (much too short) time of fellowship with Dick and Sandy Parsons, we will begin our long trek home.  What a western swing this has been!  We never could have envisioned the blessings God had in store for us on this journey.  As I pause in these pre-dawn hours to reflect on all that has transpired since we crossed the Mississippi two weeks ago, I find myself in speechless awe.  And it's not the scenery, breathtaking as that is.  It's the people; precious, priceless people God has so enriched our lives with.  How do we possibly thank them enough for what they have come to mean to us?  How do we possibly thank God for the incomparable gift of their friendship? 

Today, as we journey north and east, we look forward to being back in our own beds for the first time since leaving the Island the day after Thanksgiving.  Yet, in ways only explainable in terms of the One who set us on this course several years ago, we feel refreshed, invigorated, and more ready for the next bend in the "Trail" than we would have been had we enjoyed the comforts of home this past Fall and Winter. 

In less than a month we will find ourselves on the Appalachian Trail once more.  Amicalola Falls is not where the Trail begins for us however.  Since November 2002 we have been on one continuous and remarkable trek, with one goal in mind, an end even more awesome than Katahdin's majestic peak; that many will come to trust the One who alone can give life purpose, for He alone is the One who can give Life.

For to me, to live is Christ...  Convinced of this, I know that I will remain and continue with you all for your progress and joy in the faith...  Philippians 1:21,25     

Tuesday, February 24th: Grand Canyon, AZ    

"Have you ever in your life commanded the morning,

And caused the dawn to know its place,...?  -Job 38:12

It has been said that, for the sojourner, seeing the Grand Canyon in one's lifetime is an absolute must.  This morning, at age 49, I'm seeing it for the very first time.  Of course, no one ever really sees it fully in one trip.  After all, this spectacular natural wonder of the world stretches some 277 miles.  I doubt that even living near this "Vault of Heaven", as someone called it, for a lifetime would provide opportunity for the most ardent explorer to investigate each crevasse.

What I see sprawled before me at this moment robs me of both breath and language.  No articulation or exclamation could possibly be adequate.  I'm even struggling to meet pen with paper and describe what, of necessity wells up from deep within.  I find myself staring in stunned silence at what no picture or description does justice to.  What else can I do?  I feel the need to write, but I have nothing to say!

Sherlock and I arrived here before dark yesterday.  The sky was gray and the air damp following a few brief afternoon showers.  In contrast, the morning dawned cloudless, paving the way for the sunrise of a lifetime.  Hordes of tourists gathered for the spectacle, despite a crisp thermometer reading of 28 degrees.  There was the usual chatter and laughter that accompanies any group that size.  As the sun rose above the south rim however, everyone fell completely silent, as if in reverent awe.  At that moment I realized I was not alone in the feelings I'm feebly attempting to convey now as I write, for no one had anything to say.  Not one person had anything to add.  You know, as I peer out at the unrivaled artistry in front of me, I still feel that way.    

"And the mountains sing Your glory, 'Hallelujah'.

The Canyons echo sweet Amazing Grace.

My spirit sails.  The mighty gales are bellowing Your Name,

And I've got nothing to say."  -Andrew Peterson

Wednesday, February 25th: Somewhere between Utah and Nebraska:     We left the Motel in Bluff, Utah this morning just after 7:00 and traveled all day, making our way through Utah and Colorado before nightfall.  Once again, the vistas were breathtaking, causing the miles to pass quickly.

Thursday, February 26th: New Buffalo, MI     Almost home!  Only five more hours to go!  We stopped for some coffee at McDonald's and now, as I write, we are closing in on the junction that will take us north towards Grand Rapids and points north.

Friday, February 27th: Alanson, MI     A blanket of fresh powder overnight should provide near perfect conditions for a ride to the Island this morning.  Since we're only planning to be home overnight, there's no need to take much of anything with us.  We can stop in Cheboygan for a late breakfast, gas up the snowmobile, then speed across Lake Huron.  Home at last! 

It was good to be with Dick, Jacque and the family last night.  They graciously open their home to us anytime we are in the area, and we can't thank them enough for that.  When you live on an Island, you need a place on the mainland to get things organized before heading across.  Their home is that place.  As always, much laughter and an excellent meal was enjoyed.  Annika and I went on a practice run with the snow machine, making sure the trail was well marked for today's adventure.  Dick and I went to the store to get gas and two cycle oil.  Tanner became the reluctant recipient of football style tackling in the den.  As usual, the evening hours flew by, leaving us all with a longing for more.

It's the sort of welcome we anticipate each time we head north to Michigan, for this is the sort of fellowship the dearest of friends enjoy when in each other's company.  There is no need for an agenda.  Being together is all one needs, for when it comes to these sort of moments, being together is all anyone wants. 

Saturday, February 28th: Alanson, MI     Nothing about yesterday looked anything like what we had envisioned for it when dawn broke.  We rose while it was still dark, pleased to discover that the overnight snowfall had ended, leaving in its wake a thick powder perfect for trail riding.  We loaded onto Dick Ward's snowmobile just after he left for work and away we went in opposite directions.  We were finally headed home!  That was the end of things going as planned.

A scant 3.5 miles into our 45 mile journey, the snowmobile stalled.  It took the better part of 30 minutes to get it running again.  We reached the town of Indian River (12.5 miles into our adventure) and stopped for coffee at McDonald's.  It was near zero and something hot sounded great at that point.  Five hours later we were still there.

To make a long story short, we didn't make it home yesterday.  The snowmobile developed issues that made it impossible to start and the day was getting away from us.  We knew it would not be wise to cross Lake Huron after dark.  A decision had to be made and, frustrating as the reality was, home was no longer an option, at least for this day.

Much good came from this abrupt change of plans however.  We were able to accomplish several hours of much needed "office work".  David Bell, our dear and ever gracious friend from Petoskey, helped Dick and me rescue the snowmobile from its desired resting place in Indian River.  Jacque baked her signature pizza for dinner and we had the enjoyment of another night in the Ward home.  That's never tough to take.

This Monday, we're thinking about yet another try at getting to the Island.  I really do need to take the Chirstmas tree down before Summer arrives and see if the car at the airport will still start.  We haven't had it running since November.  I'll try not to get my hopes to high this time that our plan will actually work, but who knows?  Maybe, just maybe, we might still be able to have one or two nights at home before we head to for the Trail.  There I go again, getting my hopes up!  

Sunday, March 1st: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: St. Ignace, MI     Sherlock and Circuit Rider will enjoy a rare opportunity to worship with their home church family.

Monday, March 2nd: Bois Blanc Island, MI    

Tuesday, March 3rd: Bois Blanc Island, MI     Morning's first light casts a bluish hue over the forest and across the lake in these predawn moments.  Termperatures well below zero and a crystal clear sky only add to the mystic and magic of the Michigan northwoods on this early March morning. 

Toward the end of the day yesterday, Jonathan and I headed out for a ride through the wilderness.  In 44 miles of trail, we met not one other snowmobiler.  Encountering long stretches of dormant passageways, we reveled in what seemed to be an island all to ourselves. 

Just before sunset, Jonathan said, "Let's see if we can make it to the bridgeview to see the sun go down."  We raced along the north shore to the channel between Round Island and Bois Blanc.  Coming around the final corner into that remote strait there, in all its final glory, was the most breathtaking sunset I have seen in recent memory.  The gold, red and blue displayed above contrasted with the unmolested white landscape below caused my heart to well up with doxology.  I knew right then and there:  it was good to be home and worth every effort to get here.  We turned off the machines and sat quietly in awe for quite a spell. 

We will only be able to spend 3 or 4 nights in this place before we pack up for good and begin the slow journey south toward Georgia.  Several projects await our attention in these next few days while we're here to be sure, yet even with that reality, it's good to be home and even more so when home is here.

Wednesday, March 4th: Bois Blanc Island, MI    

Thursday, March 5th: Bois Blanc Island, MI     The sun is about to rise on our final day at home for who knows how long.  Today, once the Christmas decorations are all neatly packed away and the cabin is thoroughly cleaned, Sherlock and I will head out via snowmobile to Alanson.  There we will spend one more night with Dick, Jacque, Tanner and Annika Ward before hitting the road first thing tomorrow morning.

Any ideas about remaining here longer were put to rest last evening as I viewed the local forecast.  A major warm up is on the way, with the thermometer expected to climb into the low 40's by the weekend.  Quite a departure from a reading of minus 10 just 24 hours ago!  I'm not concerned about the ice bridge across Lake Huron.  At last report it was 36 inches thick, the most solid it has been in years.  It's the snow track along the railroad bed between Cheboygan and Indian River that concerns me.  Slush is hard on a snowmobile and not much fun to navigate through either.

But you know?  As much as I love Winter and wish we could enjoy a few more days here, warmer weather means Spring is finally on the way.  That means its time to hike!  The countdown has definitely begun.  I'd better get those decorations put away!    

Friday, March 6th: Alanson, MI     Living on Bois Blanc Island is much like being on the Trail when it comes to communication with the "outside world."  There is no cell phone reception and getting online is not feasible, especially this time of year when the one store, which has the only WI-FI zone, is closed for the Winter months.  As a result, updates to the website have been slow in coming this past week, for which I apologize.  I truly appreciated Jacque taking a dictation by phone the other evening.  That tedious method was the only way to do it.

This is the same sort of challenge we will face when we step into the woods at Amicalola Falls, GA two weeks from tonight.  Jacque will need to wait for word from me so she can inform you as to our whereabouts and what we are up to.  We will promise to be diligent with that information and thank you in advance for your patience and understanding.

It took slightly less than two hours to snowmobile the 45 miles from our home to the Ward residence.  We were on the Island for a too brief three night stay but, as always, it was worth the effort.  Not only that, the Christmas tree is finally put away!     

Saturday, March 7th: Damascus, VA     Ever since we heard the news that Lone Wolf was in the hospital following a heart attack last Saturday, it has been hard to concentrate on anything else.  Today, we finally made our way south for a visit with he and Gypsy at their home in Damascus.  It was worth every mile we had to drive to get there, including a break down on I-77 in Ohio that delayed us for nine hours.  Our time together was much too short but oh, so sweet.  We love you guys more than words could ever express!!

Sunday, March 8th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - East Brunswick, NJ     A day with Mom and friends from Old Bridge Baptist Church.  What a welcome home from the road!

Monday, March 9th: East Brunswick, NJ     It happened so suddenly at 5:20 Saturday morning.  Traveling south on I-77 from Michigan to Virginia, the power on the car simply quit.  The engine stopped, the lights went dark and, as a result, we were speeding along at 70 mph in total darkness.  I eased the vehicle to the right until I could feel the rumble strips on the highway's shoulder, then rolled to a stop.  Being on an incline at that juncture, we didn't have enough momentum to get completely off the road.  So Sherlock and I jumped out and pushed the Oldsmobile the rest of the way off the Interstate ahead of unsuspecting traffic that might happen along at any moment.  Thanks to a quick response from AAA and the Ohio State Police, we were safely being towed 70 miles further south to Parkersburg, West Virginia within an hour.

What in the world had gone wrong?  Our 1990 Regency Brougham served us flawlessly since October, taking us to 32 States without even burning a quart of oil.  Now here we were trying to figure out why it had abruptly decided to call it quits.

There is never a convenient time to break down (well, there was that time right across the street from R.E.I. in downtown Denver), but there is likely not a worse occasion for it to happen than on a Saturday.  Yet, as only the Lord could arrange, Kenny, the tow truck driver, unknowingly dropped us off in front of the only mechanic in town who worked on weekends.  Though he was booked up with appointments through today at noon, he worked dilegently, even through his lunch hour, to buy some time on our behalf.  By 2:45 Saturday afternoon, he had located the culprit, a severed groundwire, and we were on our way once more.

As we relished our sweet reunion with Lone Wolf and Gypsy at their home in Damascus that evening, we both breathed a prayer of thanks, for Tim the mechanic, who selflessly went far above and beyond the "call of duty" to do a $73.72 repair for two guys he'd probably never see again, and to the One who never fails to amaze us with His indescribable favor.

Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory...  -Ephesians 3:20,21a     

Tuesday, March 10th: East Brunswick, NJ     We couldn't be more thankful to Roy and Trudi Lefavour, who have graciously opened their home to us this week so we could catch up on some much needed "office work."  We won't get every email answered in these few days or call every person we would love to talk to, but this is sure a huge help.  We also enjoyed a wonderful time at IHOP this morning with Pastor Bill Nowak from Mom's church.

Wednesday, March 11th: East Brunswick, NJ     Office work at the Lefavours, Mom's appointment with Dr. Saviano this afternoon at 3:30, and Prayer meeting tonight at 6:30 are the highlights of this day.

Thursday, March 12th: East Brunswick, NJ     Today Roy Lefavour is joining us on our excursion to Kohl's and Campmor.  It's time to get our gear ready for the Trail.  This evening Sherlock and I will be enjoying a long awaited visit with George and Danielle.  Danielle is my niece.

Friday, March 13th: East Brunswick, NJ     Breakfast at IHOP with Mr. and Mrs. Chin was a huge highlight of this day.  We sat at the restaurant for more than two hours.  The rest of the day will be spent answering emails, phone calls, getting a fuse fixed in the Subaru, and visiting Chris Meyers, a member of my family that recently underwent open heart surgery.

Saturday, March 14th: Cherry Hill, NJ     We stopped in Plainsboro on our way south this morning and received haircuts from Addie.  We informed her that the next time she sees us in July we will be in desperate need of a trim.  Now it's on to the home of Avanlanche (AT '02) and his wife Barbara for an afternoon and evening of fellowship.  This is our first visit to their home and we are looking forward with great anticipation to our time together.

Sunday, March 15th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Bear, DE     It sure was great to see Doug and Amber Hilyard, along with their children Mikaela, Kaitlyn, and Braedan yesterday when we travelled to Bear, Delaware.  The last time I had the pleasure of a visit with them was way back in February of 2003.

Monday, March 16th:     Travel from Newark, New Jersey to Chattanooga, Tennessee via the Greyhound Bus.  For only the second time since 2002 Mom will not be driving us to Georgia.  We will certainly miss the extra week we usually get to spend with her before hitting the Trail.  She's staying home to babysit her great granddaughter Bianca.

Tuesday, March 17th:     It sure was great to get off the Bus following an all night ride from Newark, New Jersey.  Hopeful (AT '03) was sure a sight for sore eyes!  He took us to breakfast where we spent a couple of hours drinking coffee and catching up on the happenings in each other's worlds.  He then drove us across the border into Georgia and to the home of "Mom" Alexander for our annual pre-hike visit with she and her family.  Now I know Spring is here once more! 

Wednesday, March 18th: Atlanta, GA     We will spend the better part of the day with our friends from Walk Thru the Bible Ministries.  We will be speaking at the Staff Chapel Service, then enjoying lunch with WTB President Phil Tuttle, Tommy and Maggie Eldridge, and Mike and Mary Ann Jones.  It wouldn't seem like it was time to head for the Trail without this wonderful send-off, a huge highlight for us each Spring!  This evening, after we  return to Rock Spring, the gang will head into Chattanooga for our annual Krispy Kreme run!  Love them "Hot N's."  This is always a memorable event with loved ones!

Thursday, March 19th: Rock Hill, GA     Emails, phone calls, and visiting with "Mom" Alexander and the clan will highlight this day!  Tonight is our annual "Pork BBQ Fiesta!"  We really do need to start hiking tomorrow!

Friday, March 20th: Amicalola Falls, GA - Black Gap Shelter (7.3 Miles)     I have many memories of sitting beside Rainbow Lake in Maine on our final night of a six month thru hike and penning thoughts from a heart filled to overflowing from an experience that defies my best attempts to describe it.  

Our first day on the Trail each Spring is exhilarating in a completely different way.  The adrenalin rush caused by a building anticipation that finds us counting the days to this one cannot be matched.  Just as that final evening in September brings reflection unlike any other moment between Springer and Katahdin; right here, right now, in the lengthening shadows of this Trail's southern terminus, we experience a pause in the deepest recesses of our hearts that draws doxology to our lips no words can adequately relate.

I am often asked if this ever gets old; if the daunting task of hiking the 2,173 miles that lie before us ever becomes a drudgery.  As I listen to the wind move through the yet leafless branches, view the sunset through the window of the tent, visit with friends we have just met and reunite with others we have known and loved for several years, and experience once more a stillness we have yet to replicate in the ever busy and demanding world we walked away from this morning, I can only wonder at the question itself.  If only others could see and feel what we do right at this moment, every campsite along this famous footpath would be crammed full.  Yet an error would be made in thinking this "...peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension..." (Philippians 4:7) can somehow be had by external means, even incredible stimulation such as this.  The sort of peace I'm basking in on this, our first night in these woods, comes only through the One who Himself is our peace (Ephesians 2:14).

"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you.  Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful."  -John 14:27 (Words of Jesus)

Saturday, March 21st: Black Gap Shelter - Three Forks/USFS 58 (5.8 Miles)    Ulysses and Green Jeep (AT '99), along with their two year old daughter Ella, met us Three Forks this afternoon following a short and easy hike.  Ulysses was my hiking partner on my first ever thru hike ten years ago.  Here we are, a decade later, together again on the Appalachian Trail. if only for a moment.

Sunday, March 22nd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Amicalola Falls Lodge, GA     What a day it was!  Ulysses, his wife Green Jeep, their son Jeremy and daughter Ella, Ulysses' parents Jim and Linda McGhee. here all the way from Chicago, were joined by "Mom" Alexander, her daughter Karen, son in law Simon, their daughter Heather, and Tess, another of Mom A's grandchildren.  They drove over from the Chattanooga area, just to spend the day with us.  Wow!  What a send off to this year's hike!  Did we ever feel loved! 

Monday, March 23rd: Three Forks/USFS 58 - Gooch Gap (12.2 Miles)     It is my goal this year to write something in my journal for each night we are in the woods.  Though this is easier said than done, I am going to try to have some sort of entry, even if it is brief.  I won't bother trying to do one when I'm in town.  There are just too many things vying for my time.

That was the case this past weekend but oh, what a weekend it was!  Ulysses, Green Jeep, and their baby girl Ella, met us at Three Forks where the Trail crosses USFS 58.  They drove us back to the Amicalola Lodge, where we started our trek with Hopeful (AT '03) just the day before.  There we met up with Ulysses' parents and our very dear friends Jim and Linda McGhee, his Aunt Eileen and son Jeremy.  Thus began a couple of days for the memory books!    Add to that a visit Sunday afternoon from "Mom" Alexander, her daughter Karen and her husband Simon, Mom's granddaughters Heather and Tess and I was soon convinced that no hiker out here had a send off to match ours.  The only disappointment was not having enough time with each one.  We packed a lot into those limited hours however, going up or down the 640 step stairway near the Amicalola Falls and laughing ourselves hoarse over a cutthroat game of Spin Uno Sunday night.

Ulysses drove us back to Three Forks this morning following yet another buffet meal in the Lodge dining hall.  Any gains made during our first couple of days hiking were more than lost with all the food we ate these past three days.  Yet it was all worth it.  Being together with people you treasure above any earthly possession we call our own is indeed a holiday of the choicest kind. 

Tuesday, March 24th: Gooch Gap - Neels Gap (14.2 Miles)     Overnight at the home of Smokestack and Mother Nature.

Wednesday, March 25th: Neels Gap - Poplar Stamp Gap (12.2 Miles)     Hiking in the rain, especially in the early Spring when a rainy day means a cold rainy day, is never something a hiker looks forward to.  Leaving the toasty temperatures and fun fellowship at the Walasi-Yi Hostel this morning was much akin to diving into the frigid waters of Lake Huron back home.  Once you're in, you kind of get used to it, but only kind of.

Determined to arrive at our campsite as quickly as possible, we never stopped during the entire 12.2 mile jaunt (as if there were any place to enjoy a respite anyhow)!  That meant we didn't take time to eat either.  Dinner this evening will be greatly appreciated.

It could have been worse.  The heavy rain that was predicted never materialized.  In fact, other than the dense fog and high winds that persisted much of the day, all in all we remained relatively dry.  We also didn't have to camp in this weather last night, for we had the pleasure of a wonderful evening at the home of Mother Nature and Smokestack.  We couldn't have known the forecast when we made plans in January to spend this evening with them, but warm, dry beds were just the start of blessings that sprang from an unforgettable visit with two people who epitomize why we love this Trail community so deeply.

They met us around 4:00 yesterday afternoon, took us to an Ingles grocery store so we could resupply, then brought us home to hot showers and a delicious dinner.  It was the pleasure of just being with them however, enjoying conversation that flowed easily well past everyone's intended bedtime, that caused us to once more realize we were in the company of a couple of very special people.  And to think, we have the express privilege of calling them friends!

Our time in their home was much too short.  Hopefully next time we can remedy that somewhat.  In the meantime, we will both treasure a highlight that has already, even in this first week, set this hike apart.

Thursday, March 26th: Poplar Stamp Gap - Tray Mountain Shelter (13.6 Miles)     As we were packing up this morning the rains once again began to fall.  I half jokingly mentioned to Sherlock that if we did a 24.8 mile hike instead of the planned 13.6 we could be dry, warm and feasting on town food in Hiawassee tonight.  The mere mention of that idea had him taking off from our campsite like a flash, hollering, "Country Fried Steak tonight, baby!"

It was not to be however.  Though we hiked well all morning and covered in less than six hours what we had originally planned to accomplish, we were spent by the time we arrived at this point.  We are simply not in that sort of Trail shape quite yet.  Twenty milers are still a week or two away.  Once we did hike twenty miles the first week, but that was in 2003 and, though it was still March, we had only been off the Trail twenty weeks, having completed the 2002 hike on November 2nd.  Hardly enough time to get as out of shape as we currently find ourselves.  All in all however, we're feeling good and becoming stronger with each passing day.  For that, we are very thankful.

Tomorrow, bright and early, we will hike the final eleven miles to Dick's Creek Gap, making a rendevous with Hopeful who is driving over from his home near Chattanooga to meet us.  Following showers and the donning of some clean clothes we stored in his truck, we will head south for Florida to celebrate the 25th wedding anniversary of friends Alex and Mayra Gonzalez.

For now however, as we warm up and dry out following what can only be described as a miserable day for hiking, I find my heart moved with gratefulness for a place to rest my weary body.  This evening, instead of Country Fried Steak, the menu will consist of Lipton Noodles, but that's okay.  Even on a night like this, you couldn't pay me us a million dollars to do anything else.  That being said, I will be ready for town food tomorrow.       

Friday, March 27th: Tray Mountain Shelter - Dick's Creek Gap (11.0 Miles)     Hopeful (GA-ME '03) met us just before noon this morning on the Trail and the rest of the day was spent making our way to north Florida for a very special weekend with friends Alex and Mayra Gonzalez.

Saturday, March 28th: Live Oak, FL     25th Wedding Anniversary Celebration for Alex and Mayra Gonzalez! 

Sunday, March 29th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Live Oak, FL     CR spoke to the congregation and Sherlock did the translating at the Iglesia Bautista Suwannee (Suwannee Baptist Church).  Following the morning service, the two headed north with Hopeful (AT '03), stopping at the Georgia Welcome Center along I-75 to dry out gear that was soaked from three days of rain on the Trail.

Monday, March 30th: Dick's Creek Gap - Muskrat Creek Shelter, NC: (11.7 Miles)     We will be ready for bed tonight.  Since coming off the Trail Friday afternoon for a whirlwind trip to north Florida, there hasn't been much time for sleep.  We arrived at the Motel in Valdosta, GA 1:30 Friday night, went to bed around 2:30 Saturday night, and pulled into the driveway of the Holiday Inn Express in Hiawassee midnight Sunday.  The tent will look extra inviting after supper.

What can I say about these past three days?  From having the privilege of celebrating 25 years of marriage for two very dear friends, to the fabulous fellowship we enjoyed while staying in the home of Robert and Tere', capped off by the ride itself down and back with Hopeful, who encourages our hearts immeasurably each time we are together, it was in every respect a weekend to be long remembered.  Breakfast at the Blueberry Patch this morning with Gary and Lennie Poteat and six other hikers was like icing on the cake!

All of the memories were stellar.  Yet one moment stood out from the rest.  At the close of the Sunday morning service yesterday, a dear lady who had been coming to this little Spanish Church for several weeks now, felt the call of God on her heart as she listened to the message.  Later remarking that she felt like the preaching was directed straight at her, she could harldy wait for an invitation to come forward at the end.  The eternal salvation God granted the Ethiopian eunuch in Acts 8 (the passage from which the sermon came) was the same received by this precious soul on Sunday.  For that offer from the One who is the same yesterday and today and forever (Hebrews 13:8) still stands. 

As they went along the road they came to some water; and the eunuch said, "Look!  Water!  What prevents me from being baptized?"  And Philip said, "If you believe with all your heart you may."  And he answered and said, "I believe Jesus Christ is the Son of God."  When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord snatched Philip away; and the eunich no longer saw him, but went on his way rejoicing.  -Acts 8:34,36-37,39

What prevents you?

Tuesday, March 31st: Muskrat Creek Shelter - Betty Creek Gap (14.2 Miles)     Peaks of sun through the otherwise threatening skies offer hope that maybe, just maybe, we'll get into town in better shape tomorrow than we did last Friday when we arrived at Dick's Creek Gap.  We've already got an advantage this time, having set up our campsite this afternoon ahead of the predicted wet weather.  Thankfully we have been able to hike dry the past couple of days.

Having already enjoyed two cups of coffee and now anticipating dinner, I figured this would be a good time to journal a bit.  We continue to feel stronger with each passing day.  Today's sixteen plus miles was our best effort yet on this year's trek.  We feel as if we're beginning to hit our accustomed stride. 

We've had the pleasure of "crossing paths" with many hikers these first two weeks.  It appears the numbers are up a bit from last year.  Today alone we saw Drew, Dave, James, and Hopscotch, who were with us at the Blueberry Patch yesterday morning.  We also met for the first time Trucking Gal, Two Pack (he's actually carrying two packs, one in front and one on his back), Yak and Kim.  A friendly group they are, one's we are certainly looking forward to knowing better.

So much for the peaks of sun.  Occasional drops of rain are beginning to pelt the tent.  It looks to be another soggy night, our fourth of this young journey.  Ah, but we're dry with plenty of food and coffee!  Especially coffee. 

Wednesday, April 1st: Betty Creek Gap - Winding Stair Gap (12.2 Miles)     We arrived at Winding Stair Gap at 12:30 this afternoon and were immediately offered hot coffee by Trail Angels Sonny and Harvalyn Elam.  Ron Haven showed up moments later with his shuttle bus and away we went to Franklin for the night. 

Thursday, April 2nd: Winding Stair Gap - Cold Spring Shelter (15.8 Miles)     Six of the past seven days on the Trail have been wet.  I'm beginning to have flashbacks of 2003.  Anyone who hiked the A.T. that year knows full well what I'm referring to.  According to our friends at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy (ATC), only one other season saw more precipitation.  I'm not aware of which year that might have been, but I can't recall one more saturated.  We realize the southeast is welcoming this long awaited drought relief and I'm not complaining.  I will enjoy our next sunny day however. 

Of the eleven hikers we "crossed paths" with today, we knew only two.  Both Sun Seeker (aren't we all sun seekers at this point?) and Rock spent last night in Franklin and, like us, hiked out this morning.  We stopped and chatted with them both as we passed.  Before the day was out we also met Luke, who is hiking with his Dad Matthew, Sonshine who is from Maryland, Captain D who is just out for the week, Wayward Jim who started March 17th and is a bit frustrated to already be three days "behind schedule", Ziggy who was consuming something at the Cold Spring Shelter only a hiker would call dinner, and Alan, Seneca and Johnny who are hiking as a threesome.

We moved on from the crowded Shelter to tent in a picturesque albeit windy spot for the night.  This is the third time we have camped in this location through the years.  It certainly feels like home on this raw evening.

Friday, April 3rd: Cold Spring Shelter - Sassafras Gap Shelter (18.4 Miles)     A biting north wind this evening forces consideration that any notion of leaving the tent falls under the category of "not unless absolutely necessary."  It certainly doesn't feel much like April.  In fact, it has yet to feel much like Spring.  Thankful for the three plus hour respite at the Nantahala Outdoor Center (N.O.C.) and the burger that went with it, we reluctantly left that cozy oasis to climb 6.9 miles to where we find ourselves this evening.

Not far into our late afternoon journey, I met an elderly gentleman hiking in the opposite direction who asked me if I was going all the way to Maine.  "Lord willing," I responded.  To which he replied, "It won't be the Lord; it'll be your legs!"

I'd never had someone say something like that to me when I've said something like that to them, so I wasn't sure how to respond.  As a result, I said nothing.  When Sherlock arrived a few moments later I shared my encounter with him.  Rarely at a loss for words, my compadre's immediate retort was, "Who do you think made our legs, you blockhead?"  I told him it was probably a good thing the gentleman had posed the question to me. 

Seriously though, I thought much about this comment as I continued my climb.  To be sure, many accomplish their goal each year of completing a thru hike all the way from Georgia to Maine without ever entertaining a single thought about the One who created all of this and us for His glorious eternal purpose.  Yet the fact remains, whether we acknowledge Him or not, He is the One who ultimately has the final say.  Indeed, ...the mind of man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps. (Proverbs 16:9).

Each Spring Sherlock and I are given the privilege of hiking this marvelous footpath, we are continually mindful of Who has granted us this blessing.  Maybe that's why this trek never gets old, even on a night like this when it seems Spring might never come.  Each step we take is a gift straight from the One who made our legs!  Why do we say, "Lord willing, we're headed to Maine"?  Because He is our strength for the journey and only reason the trip is worth it.  He is the substance behind this adventure, and any other for that matter.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust!"  ...He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.  ...For you have made the Lord, my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place.  ...For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.  They will bear you up in their hands, that you do not strike your foot against a stone.   ..."He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him.  With a long life I will satisfy him and let him see My salvation."  -Psalm 91:1-2; 4, 9, 11-12; 15-16

For ...you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.  You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.  Instead, you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that."  -James 4:14-15

Saturday, April 4th: Sassafras Gap Shelter - Stecoah Gap/NC 143 (6.5 Miles)     Hopeful's Annual Birthday Party for hikers at Stecoah Gap, which included a surprise and treasured visit from Lone Wolf and Mother Nature, and the annual Hiker Bash in Franklin were the highlights of this unforgettable day.

Sunday, April 5th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Franklin, NC     A visit from Pastor Pete Kroll and his family (Alanson, Michigan), time spent with Ox and Rice Krispy, Craig and Suzy Miles, their little girl Tabitha, and the folks at First Baptist made this a day to be long remembered.

Monday, April 6th: Stecoah Gap - Fontana Dam Visitors Center (15.4 Miles)     This morning the National Weather Service issued a Winter Storm Warning for the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.  Elevations above 4,000 feet were predicted to receive in excess of 4-8 inches of snow.  A high wind advisory was also posted.  We heeded the warning and returned with Hopeful to Franklin to wait it out in front of a cozy fireplace.  It sure is great to be indoors this evening.

Tuesday, April 7th: Franklin, NC     The storm arrived as predicted.  We hope to be able to return to the Trail tomorrow morning following breakfast with other hikers at the First Baptist Church.

Wednesday, April 8th: Franklin, NC     It was another day of "office work" as we waited for the snow to melt a bit in the mountains. 

Thursday, April 9th: Fontana Dam Visitors Center- Spence Field Shelter (16.4 Miles)     We certainly made the right decision in waiting a couple of days for the snowstorm to exit.  There was plenty of mud in its wake.  The Trail was a quagmire at the higher elevations.  It was fun meeting Snarl, Hot Pants, Canoe, and Stuff Sack at Spence Field this evening.  We hope we'll get to hike some more with these guys.

Friday, April 10th: Good Friday - Spence Field Shelter - Siler's Bald Shelter (11.8 Miles)     There was absolutely nothing easy about the miles today.  For some reason, no matter how hard we try or how many days we wait for the weather to cooperate, the story line seems to be the same year after year.  The second day in the Smokies is always a killer, and almost always wet.  This time around was no different.  Oh, there was one slight change; this time we had hail to go along with the customary rain, lightning, and gale force winds.

We began this morning with coffee and some tremendous Bible teaching by R.C. Sproul as we paused to remember Good Friday.  All day long my mind was filled with hymns of the faith that reflected those thoughts, songs such as "Man of Sorrows," "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" and "Crown Him with Many Crowns."  Though composed long ago, these classics still ring fresh to anyone who has been given Life by the One who shed His blood there on that cross two thousand years ago.

With all that took place on that unforgettable history altering and defining day, how is it we have come to call this particular Friday good?  As R.C. Sproul poignantly pointed out, "When Jesus took on all the sins of all the world that day and even God Himself had to turn His back on His only begotten Son, even the sun stopped shining."  Yet in those darkest hours of human history, the greatest victory ever won was secured, and that for all eternity.  To those who take the Lamb of God up on His offer of salvation from the sin He has paid for in full, this is a day of celebration unlike any other.  R.C. Sproul finished his message by saying, "This is our only hope, and it is enough!"  Amen.  For all eternity, Amen!

...He said, "It is finished!"  And He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.  -John 19:30 

Saturday. April 11th: Siler's Bald Shelter - Newfound Gap (12.5 Miles)   

Sunday, April 12th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Townsend, TN     Resurrection Sunday.  We will be visiting with Tagalong (AT '99) and her daughter Dawn at their home. 

Monday, April 13th: Townsend, TN

Tuesday, April 14th: Townsend, TN     Rains descended on the Smokies again this morning.  As a result, we decided to enjoy one more day with Tagalong and Dawn before pushing on towards Hot Springs.  The next four days are predicted to be dry, much more suitable weather for hiking and fellowship.

Wednesday, April 15th: Newfound Gap - Tri-Corner Knob Shelter (15.6 Miles)     As we drove into the parking area at Newfound Gap just past 10:00 this morning, we noticed two things.  The temperature reading dispayed on the car console read 34 degrees and the trees were laden with rime ice, caused by the freezing temperatures and several days of dense fog.  There would be no views on this day of Charlie's Bunion, a favorite hiker lookout, or anything else for that matter.  All that was left to do was hike, and hike we did, rarely pausing on our 15 plus mile jaunt to where we find ourselves this evening.  This continues to be one of the coldest Springs we have experienced out here.   

The Smokies used to present an even greater challenge for us, however.  There was a time when we would depart with loaded packs from Fontana Dam and hike 75 miles all the way to Mountain Moma's at Davenport Gap.  That legendary stop no longer exists for weary hikers, celebrating their much-anticipated exit from one of the most trying sections of the entire AT.  For us however, we had been granted a blessing far greater.  These past few years Sherlock and I have had the choice pleasure of taking a break half-way through the Smokies to spend time in the home of friends who mean so much to us. 

I met Tagalong in March 1999 on my way to Amicalola Falls for the hike that started what has since become a lifetime adventure, ministry and passion.  Heartbeat's secretary, Jacque Ward, and her family drove me south to the Trail that year.  On the way we stopped in the small mountain hamlet of Townsend, TN.  Amber, Jacque's ten-year-old little girl, wanted to see where the then-popular t.v. series "Christie" had been filmed.  Pausing at the Townsend Visitors' Center to inquire how we might actually get to this location, which we found out was off limits to the public without special permission, we met Jan Kerns.  She was so helpful.  She was so imformative.  She possessed a contagious love for the Smokies, something that left its mark on me from that day forward.  What I didn't realize at that point was that Jan "Tagalong" Kerns was a hiker. 

We would "cross" paths again unexpectedly a couple of months later at Trail Days and, in the ensuing years, an amazing friendship would be formed.  We have since been to her home more times than I can recall and have come to know and love her daughter Dawn as well. 

Yesterday morning I couldn't help but wonder at how God used a "chance" meeting at a visitors' center ten years ago.  I was writing a letter to Amber, the once little ten-year-old girl, who has grown up to be a marvelous young lady, serving the Lord this summer in Peru, from the kitchen table of Jan Kerns, the one who was so kind to that little girl a decade ago.  You know something?  The one who was so kind to them has been precious to us ever since.  We love you Tagalong!  And you too Dawn!

Thursday, April 16th: Tri-Corner Knob Shelter - Green Corner Road (18.1 Miles)     It's amazing the difference 4,000 feet can make.  We awoke to winter this morning at 4,500 feet, but here this evening at 1,800 feet, it's spring in all her glory.  For the first time since we began this hike nearly a month ago, we can sit outside at the end of a long day and actually enjoy the evening.  We even stopped near the summit of Mt. Cammerer for a 1 hour 20 minute lunch and coffee break.  That was also a first this trek.

The biggest surprise of this day was the lack of hikers we ran into.  We "crossed paths" with only Yak and Drew.  That was it, even after being at a crowded shelter last night.  Who knows?  Maybe everyone vacated in the predawn hours, anxious to finally exit the National Park and dry out following what has been a very wet week. 

For this day at least, the weather has been spectacular and very much appreciated.  I don't even mind the few biting flies that seem intent on leaving their mark.  This evening, dinner and coffee will be outside!

Friday, April 17th: Green Corner Road - Lemon Gap campsite ( 19.0 Miles)     Today saw our first return to the summit of Max Patch since that magical day almost two years ago, the day Burkenstock (AT '06) wed the girl he loved.  The weather was spectacular, almost identical to that early August afternoon in 2007.

The wedding actually took place at the Mountain Magnolia Inn in nearby Hot Springs.  Burkenstock and Rachel originally wanted to have the ceremony on the mountaintop, but concern as to whether or not the grandparents could make the climb from the parking area helped them decide on a more practical option.  However, that didn't stop the entire wedding party from heading up there to fly kites the morning of the service!  Even the grandparents made it, lawnchairs and all!  Everyone was handed a kite to fly.  Burkenstock and Rachel even had children's kites for the little ones.  Though it was 90 degrees in the valley, it was a perfect 72 degrees on Max Patch. 

We spent almost three hours on that breathtaking grassy bald, having the time of our lives.  We will never forget that moment, a perfect memory from a flawless day.  The wedding that evening under the century-old oak and the reception that followed was nothing short of exquisite. 

All those memories flooded back to me as I struggled to the crest early this afternoon.  I must remember to tell Burkenstock and Rachel that it's a whole lot easier to drive up here!  As I lay back on the grass, looked out at the seemingly endlend panoramic view, then closed my eyes, I could envision it all once more.

That day, that weekend, still stands out as one of the sweetest remembrances of a memory-rich past ten years.  Almost every bend in the Trail brings a reminder of some special moment from years gone by.  Even where we are camped this evening, we remember being surprised three years ago by Stumpknocker who was trying to catch up with us.  He came around the bend early that morning as we were packing up.  We heard his booming, jovial voice, announce with sarcastic glee, "It was too easy.  Just too easy."  He caught and passed us in no time at all, but not before the three of us laughed ourselves hoarse the entire 15 miles into Hot Springs.

As the receding sunlight creeps up the mountainside before me and we ready ourselves for some much anticipated rest, I can't help but smile at the thought that, though there is nothing physically easy about this yearly sojourn, there is nothing more rewarding than the priceless friends God has blessed us with along the way.

Saturday, April 18th: Lemon Gap Campsite - Hot Springs, NC (14.4 Miles)    

Sunday, April 19th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Hot Springs, NC     Hopeful (AT '03) and his wife Diana joined us for the weekend.  It was a most memorable time with dear friends.   We attended Sunday morning services at the Dorland Memorial Presbyterian Church in town, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast the congregation put on for the hikers following.  The weekend was full of highlights, including an amazing reconnect by phone with friends Bert and Zeus (AT '02), thanks to a "chance" meeting with a young man named Ryan, who arrived from Vermont to begin his hike north from Hot Springs.  We just all "happened" to be in the same place at the same time when he just "happened" to ask us if we by "chance" knew a Cascade, Bert, and Zeus.  The fun began at that point.  This next chapter is just beginning! 

Monday, April 20th: Hot Springs, NC - Allen Gap (14.7 Miles)  

Tuesday, April 21st: Allen Gap - Flint Mountain Campsite (18.5 Miles)     It sure was tough leaving a nice warm kitchen, hot coffee and the company of friends this morning for the damp 45 degree weather that awaited us outside.

In what has become a much-anticipated yearly tradition, Sherlock and I make a stop each April 15 miles north of Hot Springs at the home of Hercules and FAL (AT '99).  This year was no different, with one exception:  the fellowship that we enjoy with them grows sweeter each time we get together. 

We walked up their driveway, just a few hundred yards off the Trail at Allen Gap, at about 3:40 yesterday afternoon.  Hercules stood waiting on the porch and, as we drew near, greeted us by saying, "Welcome home."  They then did everything possible to make us feel as if we were.  Soon we were showered and ready for dinner and off to nearby Greenville, TN we went for a trip to the China Buffet, a favorite for each of us.  Long after the meal was indulged, we sat sharing stories and catching up with each other's lives.  The time just flew by.  The conversation continued when we returned to their home, lasting well into the night.  Reluctently, we decided we'd better get at least some sleep.

For the past several springs, Hercules and FAL have welcomed literally hundreds of hikers into their home.  More than the phenomenal meals FAL creates (she really could open a restaurant) or the showers and warm hospitality the two of them so graciously offer each guest, they share the hope that burns continually within them:  that all who come through their doors might discover what they have come to know and experience, that "hope that does not disappoint."  (Romans 5:5)  We share that hope and thank the One who offers that hope for allowing our "paths" to cross with these very special servants of His.

Wednesday, April 22nd: Flint Mountain Campsite - Whistling Gap (21.4 Miles)     Enjoying coffee for the second evening in a row with Yak felt extra special, for it meant this day was finally over.  I don't know what it is about this section, but no matter which date we hike through it, winter weather reigns.  Today the storyline was a dusting of the white stuff about 4,000 feet and bitter north winds chilling us to the bone.  Combine that with more than 21 miles of challenging terrain and yes, I'm glad to say this day is over.  We'll never forget hiking this section with Homer and Theresa Witcher (The Odd Couple AT '02) and their children, Cascade and Rockslide, whom we invited to join us for a week in April 2003.  After a few days of weather much like we're experiencing now, Homer said, "Circuit Rider, sometimes I wish I'd never met you!"  We were all so glad to get to Erwin the next day.  I'll feel that same elation tomorrow.  I hear it's spring down there!

Thursday, April 23rd: Whistling Gap - Erwin, TN (13.5 Miles)

Friday, April 24th: Erwin, TN

Saturday, April 25th: Erwin, TN

Sunday, April 26th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Erwin, TN

Monday, April 27th: Erwin, TN - Unaka Mountain 13.7 Miles)

Tuesday, April 28th: Unaka Mountain - Clyde Smith Shelter (11.5 Miles)

Wednesday, April 29th: Clyde Smith Shelter - Overmountain Shelter (12.9 Miles)

Thursday, April 30th: Overmountain Shelter - Campsite #1 (15.0 Miles)

Friday, May 1st: River Campsite - Dennis Cove (18.0 Miles)

Saturday, May 2nd: Dennis Cove - US 321/Hampton, TN (8.9 Miles)

Sunday, May 3rd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Hampton, TN

Monday, May 4th: US 321/Hampton, TN - Vandeventer Campsite (8.6 Miles)

Tuesday, May 5th: Vandeventer Campsite - US 421/Shady Valley, TN (17.9 Miles)     We arrived at the road just as a heavy shower was letting up.  Not wanting to try thumbing a ride while freezing, we decided to start walking the 2.7 miles down the mountain into town.  The third vehicle that came by, driven by a gentleman named Dan, picked us up.  We were warm and dry at the local restaurant in no time flat.  We normally don't stop in Shady Valley, but made the decision to do so this year long before we ever left Amicalola Falls.  We had a promise to keep, and were we ever glad we kept it! 

When our dear, dear friend Nancy Gentry, who lived in Damascus, went home to be with the Lord last December, we made a promise to her family then that we would do our best to keep in touch.  That especially meant trying to see them anytime we were in the area.  Today was our first opportunity since Miss Nancy's funeral to keep that promise.  We were not going to miss it!

You know, it never fails to amaze and humble me to discover that people you deeply love feel that strongly about you.  This family through the years has come to treat us like we were part of theirs.  Today was no different.  Jack and Phyllis Hutchins, as well as Jack's sister Peggy met us at the restaurant moments after we arrived.  They treated us to dinner.  Jack and Phyllis then took us home for a shower while Peggy took our laundry to her place.  We all met that evening for a special service at their church, then Peggy took us home with her for the night.  And we were hoping just to meet them for dinner!

What a grand finale it was on our final night in Tennessee.  One thing's for sure, Shady Valley will be a regular stop from now on.  In fact, for those of you who have hiked this section affectionately known as the "Tennessee Turnpike" because of its comparatively easy miles, let it be known from now on that Sherlock and Circuit Rider stop at every "exit."

Wednesday, May 6th: Low Gap/US 421 - Damascus, VA (15.0 Miles)

Thursday, May 7th: Damascus, VA - Va. 601/Beech Mountain Road (18.1 Miles)

Friday, May 8th: Va. 601 - Big Wilson Creek Campsite (15.3 Miles)

Saturday, May 9th: Big Wilson Creek Campsite - Va. 16/Dickey Gap (15.8 Miles)

Sunday, May 10th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Troutdale, VA

Monday, May 11th: Va. 16/Dickey Gap - Va. 638/US 11/I-81 (26.1 Miles)

Tuesday, May 12th: Va. 638/US 11/I-81 - Lynn Camp Creek (15.1 Miles)

Wednesday, May 13th: Lynn Camp Creek - Jenkins Shelter (17.9 Miles)

Thursday, May 14th: Jenkins Shelter - Helveys Mills Campsite (14.0 Miles)

Friday, May 15th: Helveys Mills Campsite - Va. 606 (16.3 Miles)

Saturday, May 16th:     Trail Days at Damascus

Sunday, May 17th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Damascus, VA

Monday, May 18th: Va. 606 - Lane Street/Pearisburg, VA (24.3 Miles)

Tuesday, May 19th: Lane Street/Pearisburg, VA - Dismal Branch (20.7 Miles)

Wednesday, May 20th: Dismal Branch - Va. 630/Keffer Oak (20.4 Miles)

Thursday, May 21st: Va. 630/Keffer Oak - Pickle Branch Campsite (19.2 Miles)

Friday, May 22nd: Pickle Branch Campsite - Va. 311/Catawba, VA (12.6 Miles)

Saturday, May 23rd: Va. 311 - US 220/Daleville, VA (19.8 Miles)

Sunday, May 24th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Daleville, VA     Visiting with the Odd Couple and Rockslide.

Monday, May 25th: US 220/Daleville, VA - Bearwallow Gap, Va. 43 (21.7 Miles)

Tuesday, May 26th: Bearwallow Gap, Va. 43 - Cornelius Creek Shelter (15.1 Miles)

Wednesday, May 27th: Cornelius Creek Shelter - Matts Creek Campsite (18.5 Miles)

Thursday, May 28th: Matts Creek Campsite - Brown Mountain Creek Campsite (21.4 Miles)

Friday, May 29th: Brown Mountain Creek Campsite - Spy Rock (18.6 Miles)

Saturday, May 30th: Spy Rock - Tye River/Va. 56 (8.9 Miles)

Sunday, May 31st: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Montebello, VA

Monday, June 1st: Montebello, VA

Tuesday, June 2nd: Tye River/Va. 56 - Bear Spring (20.4 Miles)

Wednesday, June 3rd: Bear Spring - Rockfish Gap/Waynesboro, VA (9.0 Miles)

Thursday, June 4th: Rockfish Gap - Blackrock Hut (20.0 Miles)

Friday, June 5th: Blackrock Hut - Hightop Hut (21.4 Miles)

Saturday, June 6th: Hightop Hut - Big Meadows (20.4 Miles)

Sunday, June 7th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Big Meadows

Monday, June 8th: Big Meadows - Pass Mountain Hut (18.8 Miles)

Tuesday, June 9th: Pass Mountain Hut - US 522/Front Royal, VA (26.5 Miles)

Wednesday, June 10th: US 522/Front Royal, VA - US 50/Ashby Gap (20.0 Miles)

Thursday, June 11th: US 50/Ashby Gap - Bears Den Hostel (13.5 Miles)

Friday, June 12th: Bears Den Hostel - US 340/Harpers Ferry, WVA (19.6 Miles)

Saturday, June 13th: US 340 - Dahlgren Back Pack Campground (18.2 Miles)

Sunday, June 14th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Dahlgren Back Pack Campground

Monday, June 15th: Dahlgren Back Pack Campground - Mackie Run/Mentzer Gap Road (26.5 Miles)

Tuesday, June 16th: Mackie Run/Mentzer Gap Road - US 30/Caledonia State Park (15.1 Miles)

Wednesday, June 17th: US 30/Caledonia State Park - Pine Grove Furnace State Park (19.9 Miles)

Thursday, June 18th: Pine Grove Furnace State Park - US 11/Carlisle, PA (27.4 Miles)

Friday, June 19th: Carlisle, PA

Saturday, June 20th: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, June 21st: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, June 22nd: East Brunswick, NJ

Tuesday, June 23rd: East Brunswick, NJ     Sherlock hadn't been feeling well for several days, but what hiker DOES feel great at this juncture of the hike?  The humid wet weather, the long miles day after day, and less than adequate sleep in recent weeks, seemed more like a reasonable cause behind his aches and pains.  When he lost his appetite last Friday however, I knew something was amiss.  Thanks to a ride from Mom, who drove through heavy rains to retrieve us Saturday afternoon, we returned to New Jersey where Sherlock could recouperate and see a doctor if needed.  By yesterday morning he was feeling no better, so that latter decision was made.  The doctor immediately sent him to the Lab for blood work, thinking he might have contracted something more serious from his prolonged exposure to the woods.  Those results ought to be in by tomorrow, so we'll know more then.  We also should have a clearer picture of when we will actually be able to begin hiking north again.  We hope it's soon.  It doesn't take long for our legs to get out of Trail shape.  Ugh! 

Wednesday, June 24th: East Brunswick, NJ     Phone conversations with Poopajack (AT '99), Candy Ware, "Uncle Sam" and "Aunt Virginia," Sandy Freeman, and Linda McGhee, email correspondence with Rafter Jack (AT '99) and Avalanche (AT '02), work on the website, and an afternoon visit with Mom and my great niece Bianca were the highlights of a rather full day on Tuesday.  I figured I would take advantage of some unexpeted time off the Trail to catch up on some long neglected "office work."  I can assure you; I didn't begin to even scratch that surface!  I think I need about two weeks right off the top to feel like I'm making any progress in that area.  Thanks to all of you who keep updated on our whereabouts and doings by checking out this page on our website.  Thanks especially for your patience and understanding when you don't hear from us for awhile.

I had hoped to cut Mom's lawn today.  The persistent wet weather in these parts has altered those plans however.  In a few minutes, Mom and I will head over to Sears to get her weed whacker repaired.  She has been pulling weeds by hand for who knows how long!  My 80 year old Mother is impossible!  The rest of the day will be spent visiting with Uncle Sam and Aunt Virginia, who flew in from Tucson last night, and attending the midweek Prayer service at Old Bridge Baptist Church where, among other things, we'll get to see Roy and Trudi Lefavour, our close friends who just returned from their vacation in Maine.

Thursday, June 25th: US 11/Carlisle, PA - US 22/322 (19.5 Miles)

Friday, June 26th: US 22/322 - Yellow Springs Village Site (23.0 Miles)

Saturday, June 27th: Yellow Springs Village Site - 501 Shelter (22.0 Miles)

Sunday, June 28th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: 501 Shelter

Monday, June 29th: 501 Shelter - Port Clinton, PA (23.7 Miles)

Tuesday, June 30th: Port Clinton, PA - Eckville Shelter (15.2 Miles)

Wednesday, July 1st: Eckville Shelter - Bake Oven Knob Shelter (17.4 Miles)

Thursday, July 2nd: Bake Oven Knob Shelter - Wind Gap, PA (28.2 Miles)

Friday, July 3rd:: Wind Gap, PA - DWG Information Center (16.8 Miles)

Saturday, July 4th: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, July 5th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, July 6th: East Brunswick, NJ     The highlight of this day was time spent early this morning with Mom over coffee.  That is one simple pleasure we just never get enough of.  Then there was the trip into New Brunswick around midday with friend Roy Lefavour, who needed to have some tests done at the Robert Wood Johnson Medical Center.  The hours fly by every time we are with either he or his wife Trudi.  The lowlight of the day was dealing with our cars which decided to have "issues" at the same time.  Combine that with an absolute lack of mechanical skills on my part and you can correctly surmise that the challenges remain unsolved.  For reasons unknown to me, the Subaru is having some sort of electrical problem.  The windows won't go down (not a good thing in the middle of the Summer!).  A check of the transmission fluid on the Oldsmobile indicated it was almost dry.  Yet it wouldn't take any fluid when I attempted to add some.  Ugh!  Maybe we should just keep hiking!  I sure wish there was a someone like Jeff Bradley (our friend in Kentucky who is maybe the best mechanic I know) here in New Jersey!

I was in hopes of catching up on some ten unanswered phone calls we've received in recent days, but alas, that will have to wait.  I don't know how to express my appreciation enough for those of you who are so patient with us these months when we are either in the woods or tied up with plenty of projects off the Trail. 

It has sure been good to be home.  We wish we could stay longer, but we're thankful for the time we did enjoy. 

Tuesday, July 7th: DWG Information Center - Millbrook/Blairstown Road (12.7 Miles)

Wednesday, July 8th: Millbrook/Blairstown Road - Sunrise Mountain (19.9 Miles)

Thursday, July 9th: Sunrise Mountain - Lott Road/Unionville, NY (17.7 Miles)

Friday, July 10th: Lott Road - Wawayanda Shelter (16.9 Miles)

Saturday, July 11th: Wawayanda Shelter - NY 17 (21.9 Miles)

Sunday, July 12th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, July 13th: NY 17 - Bear Mountain Inn (17.8 Miles)     Sherlock and Circuit Rider will be enjoying the evening with close friends Rookie and Part Time (AT '02) at their home in Ramsey, New Jersey.  Of course, that also includes a trip to Charlie Brown's Steakhouse.  The guys always look forward to this annual highlight along their northward trek.

Tuesday, July 14th: Bear Mountain Inn - Dennytown Road (15.3 Miles)

Wednesday, July 15th: Dennytown Road - Depot Hill Road (20.8 Miles)

Thursday, July 16th: Depot Hill Road - Bulls Bridge Road (20.3 Miles)

Friday, July 17th: Bulls Bridge Road - Conn. 4/Cornwall Bridge, CT (18.9 Miles)

Saturday, July 18th: Conn. 4/Cornwall Bridge, CT - Salisbury, CT (22.3 Miles)

Sunday, July 19th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - East Brunswick, NJ     Circuit Rider and Sherlock participate in the closing program of Vacation Bible School at the Old Bridge Baptist Church, where CR's Mom is a member.  The guys set up their campsite for the children and answered their many questions.  Everyone had loads of fun.

Monday, July 20th: Travel to Salisbury, CT

Tuesday, July 21st: Salisbury, CT - Bear Mountain Road (5.3 Miles)

Wednesday, July 22nd: Bear Mountain Road - US 7/Sheffield, MA (16.1 Miles)

Thursday, July 23rd: US 7/Sheffield, MA - Jerusalem Road (19.4 Miles)

Friday, July 24th: Jerusalem Road - Pittsfield Road/Becket, MA (19.1 Miles)

Saturday, July 25th: Pittsfield Road/Becket, MA - Cheshire, MA (18.9 Miles)

Sunday, July 26th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest - Bennington, VT

Monday, July 27th: Cheshire, MA - Mass. 2/North Adams, MA (14.6 Miles)

Tuesday, July 28th: Mass. 2/North Adams, MA - City Stream/Vt. 9 (18.4 Miles)

Wednesday, July 29th: City Stream/Vt. 9 - Stratton-Arlington Road (22.6 Miles)

Thursday, July 30th: Stratton-Arlington Road - Vt. 11/30 (17.5 Miles)

Friday, July 31st: Vt. 11/30 - Danby-Landgrove Road (17.8 Miles)

Saturday, August 1st: Thousand Islands, NY     Circuit Rider will be traveling north to Canada for Rafter Jack's daughter's wedding on Axeman Island.  Rafter Jack has been a dear friend of the guys since 2002.

Sunday, August 2nd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Axeman Island, Ontario     Rob and Breyer's wedding at 3:30 p.m.

Monday, August 3rd:     Travel to New Jersey.

Tuesday, August 4th:     Travel to Vermont.  The guys will be enjoying a visit with Pastor Allan Davis at his home in North Clarendon. 

Wednesday, August 5th: Danby-Landgrove Road - Vt. 103/North Clarendon, VT (14.6 Miles)

Thursday, August 6th: Vt. 103/North Clarendon, VT - US 4/Killington, VT (17.4 Miles)

Friday, August 7th: US 4/Killington, VT - Wintturi Shelter (19.9 Miles)

Saturday, August 8th: Winturri Shelter - Hanover, NH (26.2 MIles)

Sunday, August 9th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Hanover, NH

Monday, August 10th: Hanover, NH - Lyme-Dorchester Road (19.6 Miles)

Tuesday, August 11th: Lyme-Dorchester Road - NH 25/Glencliff, NH (23.8 Miles)

Wednesday, August 12th: NH 25/Glencliff, NH - Kinsman Notch/NH 112 (9.5 Miles)

Thursday, August 13th: Kinsman Notch/NH 112 - Franconia Notch/US 3 (16.3 Miles)

Friday, August 14th: Franconia Notch/US 3 - South Twin Mountain (13.8 Miles)

Saturday, August 15th: South Twin Mountain - Crawford Notch/US 302 (13.9 Miles)

Sunday, August 16th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Chocorua, NH     Circuit Rider and Sherlock are looking forward to a visit with their dear friend Drifter!

Monday, August 17th: Chocorua, NH

Tuesday, August 18th: Chocorua, NH

Wednesday, August 19th: Travel to New Jersey.

Thursday, August 20th: East Brunswick, NJ:     It was less than a week ago.  Seated at Peg's Restaurant in North Woodstock, New Hampshire, enjoying breakfast with Phatt Chapp, Just Jack, Miss Muster, Nutmeg, and Billyhoot before heading to Franconia Notch to resume our trek northward through the White Mountains, the oft asked question came up once again.  "How many times have you guys hiked the entire A.T.?"  I replied, "Lord willing, if we're able to finish this year, it will be #7 for me and #6 for Sherlock."  Just Jack piped up, "What do you mean IF?  You've got this one in the bag!"  Knowing full well from past experience however, what experience has taught us, I simply stated, "Until we have the privilege of standing next to the terminus sign on Katahdin's summit, we won't take for granted these next 367.8 miles."

How was I to know then how true that statement would become?  1842.1 miles into this year's journey, our hike has ended.  With Sherlock's Dad enduring a second surgery for cancer, this time in his lung, we both knew there was only one place he needed to be at this point.  As a result, he's heading there tomorrow.

Though this year's trek is done, ministry is not.  With excited anticipation, I plan to drive back to northern New England early next week to "finish the Summer", spending quality time with those we intended to see along the way in these final four weeks.  I'll simply be traveling by car instead of on foot between now and September 16th.

To be sure, the scenario looks quite different at this juncture than it did just a few short days ago.  Yet we both can still see clearly the next "blaze," for we confidently know which "path" to follow.  With that assurance, what are we waiting for?

Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit."  Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.  You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.  Instead, you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that."  (James 4:13-15)

Friday, August 21st: East Brunswick, NJ:     Sherlock's 5:37 p.m. flight from Newark to Miami was delayed by several hours due to severe thunderstorms in the area.  For awhile we were concerned he might miss his connecting flight in Charlotte but alas, all turned out well in the end.  For updates on how he's doing down there with his family, look for announcements on the home page of this website.  Thanks to all of you who are praying for his Dad during this time of uncertainty.

Saturday, August 22nd: East Brunswick, NJ:     I called my brother Rick a couple of hours ago (3:30 p.m.) and he, his daughter Rebekah, and Mom were "on the far side of Harrisburg."  That means they ought to pull into the driveway about 6:30.  It sure will be great to see them all.  Time spent with Rick is rare as it is choice.  I spent the majority of this day cleaning the house in preparation for their arrival.  However, several interruptions along the way, like breakfast with my brother Chuck and longtime friend Charlene Forgione, phone calls to "Mum" and "Papa" Stevenson who live near Charlotte, NC, Hopeful (AT '03/LT '09), Pastor Allan Davis, our close friend in Vermont, and Gerry Wimberly who now lives in Tampa, FL made for an enjoyable, if rather full day.       

Sunday, August 23rd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ:       

Monday, August 24th: East Brunswick, NJ:     It seems odd to be seated at the dining room table of Mom's house doing "office work" instead of hiking north out of Gorham, New Hampshire this morning, as originally intended.  Our plans to complete another trek of the Appalachian Trail were ended abruptly one week ago today with news that Sherlock's Dad underwent more extensive cancer surgery than any of us expected.  Sherlock is now in Miami with his Dad and here I sit, writing instead of hiking.

Our plans may have changed, but the mission remains right on course.  We have our marching orders from the One who set us on, what for us, was an unanticipated "path."  We trust these changes to Him and couldn't be more thankful, nor more excited to get on with "the next step." 

Tuesday, August 25th: East Brunswick, NJ:     Another full day of phone calls, email, and letter writing lies ahead.  Now that the hike is ended for another year, the daunting task of correspondence begins.  I find myself, however overwhelmed by the enormity of the challenge, strangely excited as I begin to place pen to paper.  When I think of all the wonderful people and incredible friends it has been our privilege to be involved with and serve, I am humbled by the knowledge that we will never be able to do enough to adequately express the deep appreciation our hearts truly feel.  Yet with each letter, email, phone call, and website update, we feel that, in some small way, we are at least attempting to do the impossible; say thanks to you, and also to God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ (Ephesians 1:2) for His unfathomable grace and His peace which is the unparalleled result.

Wednesday, August 26th: East Brunswick, NJ:     With my upcoming travel plans to New England finally coming into focus, the remainder of this day will find me getting ready to go.  That means getting the lawn cut, replacing the broken doorknob on the side entrance of Mom's house, organizing the car (that may be the biggest project of all), chipping away at email, making phone calls, updating the website, and attending the mid week Prayer service at Mom's church this evening.     

Thursday, August 27th: Chocorua, NH     I didn't arrive at Drifter's home until 11:05 last night and was exhausted from a long day on the road and even 3.2 miles on Vermont's Long Trail.  I had hoped to "cross paths" with Hopeful (AT '03) who was just a day away from completing his thru hike of the Long Trail, but it was not to be.  I missed him by thirty minutes!  Ugh!  I did however enjoy a couple of short but wonderful visits with Phatt Chapp, Pastor Jim Burow and his wife Beth as I drove through Glencliff on my way to Chocorua.  It ended up being a great day after all. 

Friday, August 28th: Gorham, NH     I enjoyed a wonderful evening at the home of Steve and Lucy Kinney this evening.  Steve's parents, Pipesmoke (AT '04) and Spah Vahnish also joined in on the fun.  In fact. Spah Vahnish did the cooking, which was phenomenal as usual! 

Saturday, August 29th: Monson, ME     Lunch with Drifter (AT '94/'99) at his home will highlight this final stop in New Hampshire before heading north to Maine.

Sunday, August 30th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Monson, ME     Circuit Rider will be participating in the Morning Worship Service at the Monson Community Church.

Monday, August 31st: Monson, ME     Circuit Rider will be spending time with Sydney "The Pie Lady" Pratt, Daryl and Mary Witmer, David and Kourtney Ray, and several other dear friends in the area.  There is even a 100th birthday to celebrate!   

Tuesday, September 1st: Monson, ME     These past couple of days I have enjoyed experiencing central Maine as few thru hikers are able.  Other than a brief respite at Whitehouse Landing for those who take advantage of that worthwhile excursion, most at this juncture push on, intent on finally completing that seemingly endless string of white blazes.

Then again, most hikers haven't had the privilege of getting to know and love Sydney "The Pie Lady" Pratt as we have.  Yesterday, armed with a picnic lunch just for fun, Sydney took me to her special "thinking spot", a picturesque river cascade near the miniscule village of Willimantic where she spent much of her childhood.  This was her place to come, be alone, swim and, most of all, think.

There is so much in our world we would rather not think about, much that seems beyond our comprehension, things that continually boggle the mind.  There is evil all around us that defies understanding.  Yet there is an alternative for those willing to try and get their minds around this.  There is a Savior who, before the foundation of the world (Ephesians 1:4), designed a plan for for those created by God to reflect His image and glory (Genesis 1:26,27), for those who now need desperately to be restored to that original purpose.  This adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to Himself was and is and evermore shall be nothing other than the eternal kind intention of His will. 

Have you ever wrapped your mind around that?  Have you trusted the One who alone can accomplish such a thing?  Now there's something to ponder at your next "thinking spot."     

Wednesday, September 2nd: Whitehouse Landing (100 Mile Wilderness)     What a four night stay in Monson it has been!  As is always the case, time ran out long before my ability to be everywhere I had hoped to be and visit with everyone I wanted to see. 

We are often asked why we keep coming back to the Appalachian Trail every year.  This morning, as I depart and head north, the answer to that question is evident, and that answer has nothing to do with a footpath.

Thursday, September 3rd: Whitehouse Landing in Maine's "100 Mile Wilderness:"     What an incredible morning it is!  The late Summer sun is warm on my face, Pemadumcook Lake is placid, the crickets are performing their annual symphony, and a slight breeze off the water is even keeping the pesky mosquitioes at bay.

It is with great anticipation that I look forward to my return to this location each Summer.  Being with Bill, Linda, and their son Ben, is like the icing on the best sort of celebration near the end of a long annual journey.  However, our yearly pigrimage to this spot carries added meaning for this hiker, for this is where, in many ways, it all began.  It was right here, ten seemingly short years ago, that God began stirring my heart for the work He now has us enjoying with the A.T. "community."  I could never have possibly imagined what one solitary afternoon by these shores a decade ago would result in now.  It only serves to cause great excitement as we ponder what the next ten years might hold.  I know this; as long as the One who has led us this far remains our Guide, there will be no other "path" worth taking.

Friday, September 4th: Stratton, ME     Circuit Rider will be filling in for Sue at the Stratton Motel and Maine Road House in nearby Rangeley through the 14th of September.  Sue will be heading south to visit her daughter September 7th.  We pray they will have a wonderful time together! 

Saturday, September 5th: Stratton, ME

Sunday, September 6th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Stratton, ME

Monday, September 7th: Stratton, ME

Tuesday, September 8th: Stratton, ME

Wednesday, September 9th: Stratton, ME

Thursday, September 10th: Stratton, ME

Friday, September 11th: Stratton, ME

Saturday, September 12th: Stratton, ME

Sunday, September 13th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Stratton, ME

Monday, September 14th: Stratton, ME    

Tuesday, September 15th:     Travel to Monroe. Michigan.

Wednesday, September 16th:     Travel to New Jersey.

Thursday, September 17th: East Brunswick, NJ

Friday, September, 18th: East Brunswick, NJ:     Sherlock arrives back in New Jersey following a month with his family in Miami. 

Saturday, September 19th: Princeton, NJ:     Circuit Rider and Sherlock will be spending the day with CR's brother Chuck at the Princeton Tigers Football Game.

Sunday, September 20th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ:     Sherlock and CR will be participating in the morning service at the Old Bridge Baptist Church.

Monday, September 21st: East Brunswick, NJ

Tuesday, September 22nd: East Brunswick, NJ

Wednesday, September 23rd: Stratton, ME

Thursday, September 24th: Stratton, ME

Friday, September 25th: Stratton, ME

Saturday, September 26th: Stratton, ME

Sunday, September 27th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Stratton, ME

Monday, September 28th: Stratton, ME

Tuesday, September 29th: Stratton, ME

Wednesday, September 30th: Stratton, ME

Thursday, October 1st: Stratton, ME

Friday, October 2nd: Stratton, ME     Restless (AT '03) enjoyed an overnight visit with Sherlock and Circuit Rider.

Saturday, October 3rd: Stratton, ME

Sunday, October 4th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Stratton, ME

Monday, October 5th: Stratton, ME     Sherlock and Circuit Rider will drive south to Andover, Maine to enjoy a visit with dear friends Ilene Trainor and her Son in Law David.  Ilene owns the Pine Ellis Hostel there in town, one of the guys favorite stops along the Trail.

Tuesday, October 6th: Limerick, ME     Circuit Rider will be spending the night with Poopajack (AT '99) and his wife Poopa at their home.  Sherlock will remain in Stratton until Sue returns from her vacation.

Wednesday, October 7th:     Circuit Rider will be driving to Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Sherlock will take control of the reigns at the Stratton Motel and Maine Roadhouse.

Thursday, October 8th:     Sherlock: Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider: Travel to New Mexico.

Friday, October 9th:     Sherlock: Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider: Travel to New Mexico.

Saturday, October 10th:     Sherlock: Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider will be meeting "Mom" Alexander at the Albuquerque Airport.

Sunday, October 11th:     Sherlock: Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider: Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Monday, October 12th:     Sherlock: Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider: Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Tuesday, October 13th:     Sherlock will be welcoming friends Roy and Trudi Lefavour to Stratton, Maine.  Circuit Rider will be continuing his vacation at Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Wednesday, October 14th:     Sue returns from a month long visit with her daughter.  Sherlock, Roy and Trudi will be heading for the Maine coast!    

Thursday, October 15th:     Sherlock: Coast of Maine.  Circuit Rider: Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Friday, October 16th:     Sherlock: Coast of Maine.  Circuit Rider: Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Saturday, October 17th:     Sherlock: Coast of Maine.  Circuit Rider: Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Sunday, October 18th:     Sherlock, Roy and Trudi will arrive in East Brunswick, New Jersey.  Circuit Rider will be taking "Mom" Alexander back to the Albuquerque Airport.

Monday, October 19th - Tuesday, October 30th:  Sherlock will be in New Jersey and CR will be in New Mexico during this span.

Saturday, October 31st: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, November 1st: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, November 2nd: East Brunswick, NJ

Tuesday, November 3rd: East Brunswick, NJ

Wednesday, November 4th:     Travel to Michigan.

Thursday, November 5th: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Friday, November 6th: Bois Blanc Island, MI     Sherlock and CR welcomed Dick and Jacque Ward to Boblo for the weekend.

Saturday, November 7th: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Sunday, November 8th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Monday, November 9th: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Tuesday, November 10th: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Wednesday, November 11th: Bois Blanc Island, MI

Thursday, November 12th: St. Ignace, MI

Friday, November 13th - Tuesday, November 17th: Daleville, VA     Sherlock and CR will be helping "The Odd Couple" (AT '02) relocate a section of Trail north of Lambert Meadows.

Wednesday, November 18th:     Travel to Michigan.

Thursday, November 19th:     CR: Bois Blanc Island, MI     Sherlock: Grawn, MI     Sherlock will be visiting friends Rich and Linda Anthony, whom he hasn't seen in three years.  He is also planning to "cross paths" with Gypsy Lulu and Touk (AT '05) who also live in the area.

Friday, November 20th:     CR: Bois Blanc Island, MI     Sherlock: Grawn, MI

Saturday, November 21st: St. Ignace, MI

Sunday, November 22nd: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: St. Igance, MI    Sherlock and CR will be back with their Church family in Upper Michigan for the first time since early March.

Monday, November 23rd - Saturday, November 28th: Norridge, IL     Sherlock and CR will be spending Thanksgiving week with the "Wyse Guys" at the home Jim and Linda McGhee, parents of Ulyssess (GA-ME '99).

Sunday, November 29th: St. Ignace, MI

Monday, November 30th: Alanson, MI    Happy 81st Birthday to CR's Mom!

Tuesday, December 1st:     Travel to New Jersey with a stop in Onaway, Michigan for a visit with Gary and Audrey Badgero along the way.

Wednesday, December 2nd: East Brunswick, NJ

Thursday, December 3rd: East Brunswick, NJ

Friday, December 4th: East Brunswick, NJ

Saturday, December 5th: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, December 6th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, December 7th:

Tuesday, December 8th - Sunday, December 13th: Owasso, OK

Monday, December 14th: Broken Arrow, OK/Ponca City, OK

Tuesday, December 15th: Eufaula, OK

Wednesday, December 16th: Travel to New Jersey

Thursday, December 17th: East Brunswick, NJ

Friday, December 18th: East Brunswick, NJ     CR's Mom is having Cataract Surgery in New Brunswick, NJ.

Saturday, December 19th: East Brunswick, NJ

Sunday, December 20th: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, December 21st: East Brunswick, NJ

Tuesday, December 22nd: East Brunswick, NJ     Final Choir Rehearsal for the Christmas Eve Service at the Old Bridge Baptist Church.  CR will be participating in that Service.

Wednesday, December 23rd: East Brunswick, NJ     Sherlock and CR will be attending the Christmas Service at the Tenth Presbyterian Church in downtown Philadelphia, PA.  Roy and Trudi Lefavour are planning to go with them.

Thursday, December 24th: East Brunswick, NJ     Christmas Eve Service at the Old Bridge Baptist Church.  CR will be singing with the Choir and performing a solo entitled "Mary Did You Know?"

Friday, December 25th: East Brunswick, NJ    Mrs. Chin, CR's First Grade Teacher, along with her husband Tom, will once again be joining the Newman Family for Christmas Dinner.  A Blessed Christmas to All!

Saturday, December 26th: East Brunswick, NJ     The Christmas celebration continues with an afternoon of fellowship at the home of Roy and Trudi Lefavour.  Jonathan and Nancy Lefavour will be in town from (get this!) Bethlehem, New Hampshire.  Really, we're not kidding about the town's name!

Sunday, December 27th: Lord's Day/Sabbath Rest: East Brunswick, NJ

Monday, December 28th: Brigantine, NJ    Sherlock and CR will be visiting Avalanche (AT '02) and his wife Barbara at their home along the Jersey Coast.

Tuesday, December 29th: East Brunswick, NJ    

Wednesday, December 30th: East Brunswick, NJ

Thursday, December 31st: Fayetteville, PA     Sherlock, CR, and CR's brother Chuck will be heading to Junker's home to celebrate the New Year!