AT Backpacking journal/hiking record John Ausema
Narrative description of hikes – geographically arrived
from South to North.
Dick’s Creek Gap to
Amicalola Falls March
2005 Mileage feet climbed
Fri 3/25 Tray Mountain
shelter 10.6 3775
Sat 3/26 Low
Gap shelter 14.9 2935
Sun 3/27 Neels
Gap hostel 10.6 2714
Mon 3/28 Gooch Mountain
shelter 15.6 2676
Tues 3/29 Springer Mountain shelter 14.7 3077
Wed 3/30 Amicalola
Falls 9.0 1335
This hike was a backpacking trip during spring break. We had two weeks off, and spent the first
week touring historic sites and natural areas in Tennessee,
Alabama, and Georgia. Then we drove to Amicalola Falls State Park,
which serves as the gateway to the trail, and were driven by a local guy with a
truck up to Dicks Creek Gap, on US 76.
Terrain map of the
Georgia route | another map
of the Georgia route | Elevation
profile of trip
Fri 3/25 Tray Mountain
shelter 10.6 Elevation
profile

The trailhead at
Dicks Creek Gap is at a small roadside picnic area. As is typical in the southern Appalachians,
the trail loses elevation to cross the road, which in turn is at a local high point, the top of a
pass. A bunch of other hikers were at
the picnic area when we started, but they were all heading north. One of them had a bicycle folder up and
strapped to his pack. We later learned
that he had ridden from his home in Minnesota,
and planned to carry the bike to Maine
and then ride home. I am not sure how it
worked out. Weather on our 6-day hike
was decidedly schizophrenic: it was either really nice or really bad. Today was one of the nice days, with
temperatures in the 60s and clear blue skies.
As we started south on the trail, one feature of the late March
landscape that struck me was the lack of leaves on the trees. Although the forests at lower
elevations were already sporting greenery, along the mountain ridges the
trees were bare. The unexpected result
was that even in moderate temperatures, we warmed up quite a bit on sunny days,
hiking in the sun. The trail was a pleasant
stroll, and seemed well-graded. Many
hikers bemoan the difficulty of the AT in Georgia, but I think this is mostly
because for many out of shape would-be thru-hikers, the definition of difficult
is different that for someone who hikes a lot.
The lack of vegetation meant there were frequent views off the ridge
towards distant peaks. Though not far
from Atlanta, the mountains of northern Georgia,
protected as the Chattahoochee National
Forest, are extensive and largely undeveloped. We eventually reached Tray
Mountain Shelter, a high spot where a fairly large number of hikers had
already gathered. They were all hiking
northbound, as most of the hikers we would be seeing were doing. A few people had set up tents, so there was
still space in the shelter.
The next morning the mountaintop was wreathed in a sort of
ethereal fog – as seen in the picture here, taken at Tray Mountain
Shelter. Temperatures remained cool as
we set off down the trail. The woods
took on a very different feel, the contrast with the sunny atmosphere of the
previous day stark. At Unicoi Gap there
were some food for hikers left by a “trail angel”, next to one of the famous
bronze plaques – similar to the one on top of Springer that we would see in a
few days. I was hiking ahead of Tatiana,
waiting every now and then for her to catch up.
Although the hills were not overly demanding, they still provided enough
challenge to separate us. Eventually we
decided that I would keep hiking toward the shelter, in order to try and secure
a spot for us to sleep. When I arrived
at Low
Gap Shelter, thunder was rattling the air and rain seemed imminent. I quickly discovered that not only was the
shelter packed full, but most of the good tent sites had been taken – at least
10 tents were scattered about. I found a
spot next to the trail, and began to set up when I realized that Tatiana had
the ground cloth in her pack. Not
wanting to wait, I set up the tent anyway, and hurried in as the rain began to
fall. Perhaps 20-30 minutes later
Tatiana arrived, and we spread the ground cloth inside the tent for extra
protection from the rain. We ate cold
food in the tent as night settled in and the rain came down steadily. We eventually felt compelled to emerge in
order to hang our food bag on the available bear cable, so we braved the rain
and got soaked in the process. The rain
continued all night, accompanied by a howling wind that convinced Tatiana a tornado
was coming.
By morning the rain
had stopped, but the weather was still damp and cold. We stayed in our tent until most of the hikers
had moved on, then took down our wet tent and packed up. Tatiana’s pack had gotten soaked as well,
because her hastily applied rain cover acted as a funnel for water instead of
shedding the water. The rain continued
on and off through the morning, and temps remained cold – probably no more than
50 degrees, perhaps only mid 40s. It did
not seem like appropriate weather for Easter morning. There was more trail magic from one of the
local hostels at a road crossing, and we got some Cadbury Cream eggs. When we arrived at Neels Gap, the prospect of
making the steep climb to Blood
Mountain and staying in a
shelter on top of the mountain many people described as unpleasant was not a
good one. We decided to get bunks at the
hostel there instead. Neels Gap is an
interesting place. The trail passes
through the building – or really, beneath
an overhang that connects two buildings. The structures are of rustic stone
construction of the CCC era. The primary business is an outfitter,
which is well situated to capitalize on thru-hiker traffic. Neels gap is approximately 30 miles from Springer Mountain. Many new hikers start hiking north on the AT
each year, and find within the first few days that they need to replace or
dispose of gear in order to make hiking more comfortable. The Neels Gap staff specializes in addressing
such needs. The adjacent
hostel was a bit
dark and musty, but it was a great place to get out of the cold and
wet. Winds howled mercilessly, and we
were very glad not to be on top of Blood
Mountain. We made macaroni and cheese in the microwave,
and enjoyed meeting other hikers. The
hostel was full, and several people set up tents outside as well.
Mon 3/28 Gooch Mountain
shelter 15.6 Elevation
profile

When we emerged from
the dungeon-like confines of the hostel the next morning, the blue skies had
returned. Cold temperatures still
gripped the mountains, however. The
climb up Blood
Mountain, highest point on the trail in Georgia, was the toughest of the
hike by far. There were many rocky and
steep sections. Upon reaching the top I
spread out our tent and some other gear to dry in the sun while waiting for
Tatiana to arrive. I was glad we had not
stayed in the shelter. Although an
interesting building, it would have been a crummy place to spend the
night. The shelter was an old stone
building that was probably constructed as a firewarden’s cabin, or something
similar. The windows were broken, and
animals are reported to frequent the shelter, startling some sleeping hikers. We enjoyed the
view from the top. Once our gear was
dry we moved on, descending a gentler trail through stately forest on the other
side. Because we had stopped early
yesterday, we needed to cover a lot of ground today, so we were quite happy when
we came up an impressive “trail magic” (Wingfoot would call it trail catering)
setup at Woody
Gap. I local couple had set up
chairs, brought sandwiches and other food, as well as cold drinks. We rested for quite a while before continuing
on through the pleasantly sunny woods.
Eventually we crossed the clearing a Gooch Gap, where an old shelter was
recently torn down. Another mile or so
of hiking brought us to the newly constructed Gooch
Mountain shelter. The shelter had a
spacious sleeping loft, as well as an overhang area where food could be
prepared. We met a number of through
hikers, and were a bit surprised when we realized that although they were
attempting to hike the entire trail, we had actually been hiking for longer, on
this trip, that some of them had. One of
the hikers was a guy called MacGyver because he had a lot of gadgets. I see him occasionally at the REI in College Park, near our
house, where he works.
Tues 3/29 Springer Mountain
shelter 14.7 Elevation
profile

Blue skies again greeted us in the
morning, and we set off down the trail on another beautiful day. The favorable weather seemed to have brought
the hikers “out of the woodwork” as well, and we passed dozens of northbound
hikers. Some were carrying a huge amount
of gear, and – based on brief conversations – appeared rather unprepared for
the challenges ahead. The trail wound
through rhododendron thickets and crossed rushing streams. Sometime in the afternoon we reached Long Creek Falls, a beautiful
cascading waterfall flanked by greenery.
Hikers seemed to be all over the place, as family members accompanied
thru-hikers down their first few miles of the trail. Eventually we reached Springer
Mountain Shelter, which thankfully was not as full as I had
anticipated. The shelter
had a loft like the one at Gooch
Mountain, but was lacking
the overhang – although this was not a concern because the weather was
dry. We walked a bit further to the top
of Springer Mountain, and enjoyed the view for a
while. We also got our picture taken
next to the iconic
plaque embedded in a rock, and signed the register that is stashed in the
rock. That evening, we thought we could
hear screams from somewhere on the mountain, which was a bit haunting.
In the morning the rain returned, although the temperatures
were still mild. We delayed starting our
hike for a bit, hoping for a break in the steady precipitation – but no such
luck. The 8 mile hike to Amicalola was
at least rather easy, given that it was mostly downhill – but the rain did not
let up and we were beyond thoroughly soaked on reaching the
bottom, where the approach trail passes through a stone arch near the park
visitor center. On the way down the
trail pass the top of
Amicalola Falls, which are in impressive high falls. We showered and changed into dry clothes, and
enjoyed browsing through the AT-themed visitor center and gift shop. We then drove up to the lodge, which sits
above the top of the falls, and enjoyed watching the clouds clear and reform as
we ate a hearty lunch. We drove a short
distance to the small trail town of Helen,
Georgia, which is a tourist-oriented town designed to look like an Alpine
village. We drove up to Brasstown
Bald, where a parking area and short trail brought us to the highest point in the
state of Georgia. The bald lies on
the next ridge west from the AT, and is reachable by a side trail. We also stopped at the South
Carolina high point
on the way home the next day.