Springer Mountain Shelter
I arrive at the campsite exhausted and sore. It was dark and much later than I expected on arriving, so I decided a hot meal was not on the docket for me to cook. I sat down on the shelters steps, acknowledged the shelters residual odor from thousands of hikers, and wolfed down a cliff bar , a bag of jerky, and few sips of Ol’ Smokey Tennessee Moonshine that I insisted on bringing. Once I brushed my teeth, I then stuffed my bear mace, SPOT Tracker, 50 ft of paracord, and a carabiner in my pockets.I grabbed my oversized food bag and headed over to the cabled bear hangs. For those of you unfamiliar with hiking in bear country, you have to hang your food in a tree so bears can’t get it. I don’t think I have to explain why it’s bad idea to hide the food in your tent.
To lighten the load on backpackers, organizations like the Appalachian Trail Conservancy put up cables in trees to hang your bags with. I brought my own cord to do this, because after about ten minutes of attempting to use the provided cables, I realized Springer Mountains cables were broken. So I put my own bear bag contraption together and started throwing the end of my line over the tree. You can almost picture what happened next in the dark. First throw, just short of where it needed to be, and got stuck in a type of branch that I call the wishbone. I like to imagine that I was about as mad as a Papa Bear when he found out all the porridge was gone at Goldilocks’s house ( I’m not eve sure if that is how the story even went, but I bet that bear could have been as mad as I was). It took me awhile, but I worked it lose and finally got it hung up.
I ran back to the shelter, set up my sleeping bag, hung my osprey backpack up, then turned my faint red head lamp on and started reading. Out of nowhere I hear it. Scurrying little vermin were moving about the shelter. They’re about 3 inches long, 2 inches tall and about the size of a small camera. They had thin fur coats with a grey hue. When I shined the light on them, they stared back with unflinching dead yellow-green eyes. I could hear them all scratching, clawing, chewing….. This shelter was infested with rats. It was hard to get much sleep because every half- hour or so, one of these furry little creatures would crawl over my cseeping bag or run past my ear. Eventually, I was able to close my eyes and drift off to dreamland, but a difficult night it was indeed!
Here are examples of how bear cables are supposed to work with my food bag.