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set be<strong>for</strong>e starting again toward Hunter<br />
Mountain.<br />
However, do not assume that we<br />
were not competitive. Far from it.<br />
Nearing the shoulder of Hunter, we<br />
passed a group that was also hiking<br />
the whole way from Prediger Road that<br />
we began referring to as “that family.”<br />
Perhaps some of our midnight visitors<br />
that started four hours be<strong>for</strong>e us?<br />
We did not know <strong>for</strong> sure, but this is<br />
what we assumed, and as we passed<br />
we were filled with the excitement and<br />
arrogance that comes with making up<br />
four hours on another party in only 12<br />
miles. Maybe it was this sense of adequacy<br />
that led to our decision to add<br />
the extra 3.2 miles to bag the<br />
true summit of Hunter.<br />
Dude, what if we add this<br />
extra peak, and we pass<br />
that family again?! So that<br />
was our plan. Coming off<br />
Hunter, the extra miles felt<br />
like nothing, but when we<br />
stopped at the intersection<br />
to sit down a minute, I realized<br />
the soles of my feet<br />
were burning. This sensation did not<br />
improve on the featureless descent toward<br />
West Kill, which seemed to take<br />
an eternity. Jack was now leading, and<br />
I was getting flashbacks to the Plateau<br />
descent because, once again, I was<br />
running out of water.<br />
We passed two refill locations, but<br />
Jack hadn’t packed his battery charger<br />
and the UV filter we had been using<br />
was dead. Coming into the falls,<br />
we ran into “that family” once again,<br />
this time lounging on the other side<br />
of the bridge by the water. “Did you<br />
guys make a wrong turn?” they asked<br />
self-assuredly. Then, I turned toward<br />
them, and I said deliberately “Nah, we<br />
felt like nabbing Hunter too. See yah.”<br />
I savored the words. They felt good.<br />
Despite my proud moment, it was<br />
here, at this very intersection,<br />
that we began on a wrong path<br />
that would take us an hour and two<br />
miles out of our way, as well as nearly<br />
defeat our spirits. The worst part was,<br />
After ages we were at the lookout<br />
just below the summit. The views<br />
east were spectacular and we got<br />
a good look at the ravine leading<br />
us the wrong way...<br />
“that family” might have corrected us,<br />
but I was cocky. After realizing our<br />
mistake (thanks to a kind couple that<br />
lent us a map) I took a sip of water<br />
from my hydration pack and felt the<br />
ominous puff of emptiness. We would<br />
not make our 12-hour goal, but hey,<br />
maybe we’d pass that family again! It<br />
was like this that we began our ascent<br />
of West Kill—the longest climb and<br />
our last <strong>for</strong> the day.<br />
Somewhere about halfway up we<br />
split the last two GUs as well as drank<br />
the last of Jack’s water. I slowed our<br />
pace to a crawl to conserve precious<br />
H2O—we definitely were not going to<br />
see that family ever again. Luckily,<br />
this part of the trail had some of the<br />
most walkable miles, but time was<br />
dragging. After ages we were at the<br />
lookout just below the summit. The<br />
views east were spectacular and we<br />
got a good look at the ravine leading<br />
us the wrong way: it just kept losing<br />
altitude and going south.<br />
Passing a cairn marking the true<br />
wooded summit, we began our final<br />
descent toward Spruceton Road, the<br />
end of our journey. I was hungry,<br />
but would eat nothing other than the<br />
M&M’s picked from Jack’s trail mix to<br />
avoid salt, lest my thirst be further realized.<br />
I went pretty internal here, and<br />
zoned out <strong>for</strong> a long time. Our conversation<br />
had also been dead <strong>for</strong> some<br />
time, so I had to check to make sure I<br />
wasn’t losing it when I began hearing<br />
a metallic clanking. Jack heard it too.<br />
We saw some shady figures through<br />
the trees. Maybe the DEC was nailing<br />
up signs? Rounding a bend, we came<br />
upon a couple banging their trekking<br />
poles together as they walked. They<br />
told us they had startled a bear, and it<br />
had run up the trail. Great. I pulled my<br />
ancient Polish utility knife out and we<br />
Mosy of the views are off<br />
the main trail but they’re<br />
definitely worth it. Of course,<br />
there’s not much time to<br />
take them in when you are<br />
pursuing your personal FKT.<br />
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