This is a story in which nothing happens. but much could have... and that's what I want to share.
A couple of weeks ago, you would have found me hiking up the Jug End on the Massachusetts Appalachian Trail at 8:30 at night, in the quickly falling dark. I carried a stick I had found on the forest floor to which I had jerry-rigged a battery-operated LED musician's light. (Reason: I hadn't been able to quickly find a headlamp, and I needed to be quick). I was not carrying raingear (it wasn't going to rain) and I wasn't carrying warm clothes (it wasn't cold -- yet, although that would change as the night wore on). I did have an orange and a pint of water in a shoulder pack slung across my back. I had not left a note on my car, and I had left no word at home where I was going. And, if you know the Jug End hike: It's steep and rocky, and here in Massachusetts in August, it's getting dark earlier every day.
So right about now, you are (I hope) wondering: What did she think she was doing, and why the heck am I taking advice on hiking from THIS woman?
The Phone Call: Out in the Woods, No Flashlight, Dark is Falling
Here's what happened: At about 8 p.m., I got a call from an AT thru-hiker who had been planning to stay the night at my house. I was expecting to pick her up at the trail, oh, about two hours earlier, but she was feeling ill, and the trail up on the Taconic Ridge is one of those boulder-strewn ups-and-downs that makes for slow going, even for a fit thru-hiker 1,500 or so miles into the hike. She was calling from her cell from the top of the ridge; she didn't know exactly where she was or when she would be down and dusk was falling. I, on the other hand, knew what lay between the top and the bottom on that section of trail: A couple of miles of steep rocky scramble. And I was worried.
First of all, she was hiking alone. And second, she didn't have her pack: I had "slackpacked" her earlier that morning by meeting her at the trailhead and taking her pack to my house, so she could hike unencumbered for a day. About her equipment, all I knew was that she had a rain jacket, but no flashlight. She certainly didn't have what she needed to spend the night, and with dark falling so quickly, she might not have enough light to get out.
When you're exhausted and it's dark, the descent off Jug End is about the last place on the entire Massachusetts AT you want to be. So I said I'd drive over to the trail (It's about five minutes from my house) and start hiking up to meet her, hoping that at least some light would help that last little bit, when it would be really and truly dark.
How to Make a Hiking Light
Well, my hiking stuff is in total disarray at the moment: I know where my boots are, and that's about it. I'm not the most organized of people at the best of times, but my hiking stuff was recently displaced by a renovation project; in the current disarray, no way was I going to be able to find a headlamp quickly (let alone a working one with the right sized batteries). And as luck would have it, our house flashlights are currently all suffering some type of flashlight illness... dead batteries, rusty contact points, etc. So I grabbed the one light I did have handy: a four-LED-bulb musician's performance light, with a clip-on base and twisty wires that can adjust where the light falls. And I headed out.
Driving over there, I couldn't help but notice how quickly night was falling, and how very dark the woods looked. I parked at the trail head, and headed up, and immediately realized how stupid I'd been to take pretty much nothing with me. (Of course, the fact that I couldn't find anything quickly was part of the problem there). I especially missed my walking sticks, which I'd simply forgotten -- they live right by the front door, so there's no excuse for that. But trail magic is pretty reliable, and an obliging hiker had left a perfect stick right on the trail. I clipped the base of the musician's light to it, and wrapped the wires around its prongs it to help keep the light steady.
But I didn't turn it on: There was a full moon, and I've found with night-hiking that your eyes can often adjust. Until you really
need artificial light, you can be better off without it. Although it was dark, I could pretty much feel the trail underfoot; every once in a while I caught a glimpse of white blazes, which seemed to briefly catch the moonlight through the pines. I made sure I always noted where the blazes were, because it's easy to wander off the AT. However, luck was with me again, as this part of the trail is frequently marked. Plus it's on a pretty steep ridge, which means it's hard to wander off trail. There isn't really anywhere else to go.
Night-Hiking
It was actually a nice walk: Perfect temperature, clear night, no bugs, quiet and peaceful. I settled into a moderate rest step, and climbed about half an hour before it got too dark to pick out the blazes anymore. All the while I was wondering just what exactly I thought I was doing: If the hiker had been injured, I wasn't carrying anything useful except for water and an orange. The most I'd be able to do would be go back down for help. Or, I could get myself into trouble in the dark and become a second problem for someone else to solve. I walked carefully, and slowed down on the rocky bits. I had deliberately not left a note at home because I didn't want to worry my partner. That was (very) arguably a dumb move, but my partner isn't a hiker, and I didn't want him freaking out and calling the volunteer fire brigade just because it was dark. It seemed like a good reason at the time, but as I continued uphill, it started sounding dumber and dumber, even in my own mind.
Finally, after I'd been walking close to a half an hour, It was fully dark. When I could no longer see any hint of a blaze, I turned the light on, and shone it up the mountain, hoping it could be seen from above. Sure enough, I heard a yell, from quite a ways up. I resisted the temptation to call out "Dr. Livingstone, I presume" and continued the climb.
When we met, my friend was relieved; she'd been thinking of simply sitting down and waiting for me, but she didn't know how far she still had to go, or how long it would take me to get to her, or how cold it would be by then. We walked back down together, me carrying the light above both of us like a camera man's lighting assistant. We looked ridiculous.
And that was that: No drama, no real problems. It may have been another 20 minutes till we got back to the truck. We drove home, ate a lot of food, and slept.
Lessons From a Non-Event
But I thought this little story of a non-disaster worth sharing because it has an alternate ending. Rain, which would have made the descent frankly dangerous. A fall. One, or both of us, getting lost off trail. It did get cold later that night, cold enough that the tree frogs stopped yammering. Cold enough that a stranded hiker might have become hypothermic.
Bad luck can happen, even to a thru-hiker with thousands of miles of experience. And I wasn't exactly being Ms. Brilliant Outdoors Educator by choosing to head up the mountain quickly, rather than stopping to try to find some gear. It seemed like the right thing to do -- to try and get myself and my light up the mountain as far and fast as possible. It turned out to be the right choice... but it might not have been.
It takes smarts to learn from your own experiences. It takes real brilliance to learn from other people's disasters. But it takes something else -- perhaps imagination -- to learn from what could have happened to someone else -- and didn't. Not to say "Well, everything worked out and was great" but "What can I learn from what didn't happen."
Please imagine.
As for us: I'm pretty sure next time my friend slackpacks, there's going to be a headlamp in her daypack. For my part, it wouldn't hurt to have a first aid kit and a little daypack containing the ten essentials on hand. Plus fresh batteries.
As it turned out, we had a power outage in the house that night .... and the piano light, still tied to the make-shift walking stick, was pressed into service again.