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Should have known something was up with mileage covered |
Around 8 o'clock
Friday morning we left for a practice hike that boasted high sand dunes,
prairie, cypress tree groves on two loop trails-9.7 miles and 3.5 miles with a
connector trail-for a hike of 17 miles. Some of the hike followed the
Florida Trail and some was State Park trail.
After an hour's
drive we arrived at Jonathan
Dickerson State
Park. We talked to the ranger about the 9
mile loop and bike trails and he gave us three different maps for the park and
trails.
We parked, made
some last minute adjustments and grabbed our stuff and were ready to
hike. This was the first time I had my new pack out for a hike. I
weighed it before we left home. With two liters of water and all my
gear-even my insulated jacket came along for a hike in mid-80 degree
weather-the pack was at 17 pounds. My food bag was empty so I bulked it
up with a large bath towel and pj bottoms to give the bag the shape, but not
the weight, of a full food bag. In the parking lot I added lunch and
snacks for a total weight of 18 pounds.
The trail started
off very exposed to the hot sun and parallel to Highway US 1-a very
busy main road. The trail undulated across high sand dunes. The
treadway was a very fine and very bright white sand. It was loose and
deep and shifted dramatically underfoot. I'm used to the very stable, if
sometimes rocky, treadway of the AT. When the ground underfoot changes
with every step your body has to constantly correct itself-from the placement
of your foot, to ankles, knees, and hips and all the muscles in-between.
It’s a much more physical way to hike. It got me hoping the desert of the
PCT won't be as sandy.
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Sandy trail after railroad crossing |
I don't think we
were even a mile in before I started missing my trekking poles. I hadn't
needed them before on the other hikes I've done in Florida. I was missing the two extra
points of contract of the poles on the sandy uphill’s-even though they were
very small inclines. By lunch time my hands had started to swell up from
hanging at my sides for so long. A lot of hikers use poles to avoid hand
swelling.
We were hiking
along, doing pretty well, when we came to a road crossing that wasn't on any of
our three maps. Painted on the road were two orange arrows one pointing
left the other right with no clue as to which way we should turn. We went
right and followed along some train tracks that we knew we needed to
cross. We could sometimes see our orange blazes on the other side of the
tracks but the vegetation was so thick there was no chance of crossing.
We saw a bridge up
ahead and realized we had to cross the tracks on the bridge. It is
illegal to cross train tracks anywhere but an official crossing and the trail
had only recently changed to reflect this. At one point the trail made a
sharp right off the road into the shrubs. Trail was so new it had been
blazed but not cleared. On the other side of the road we could see the
trail on a gated dirt track. We crossed and followed the trail all the
way back to the two painted arrows. That new section of trail added 2
miles to our hike-I think it was then that I knew I wasn't doing 17 miles.
After lunch they
tried to play the train crossing trick on us again. Instead of following
the tracks up for a half mile and then back we took the road for a half mile
and rejoined the trail after the crossing. At this point we were about
two miles from our car. We were beat. We were achy. Our Florida hiking guidebook
had billed the hike as one of the best with not to miss views. Those
views must have been on the other loop. We were unimpressed with the
shrubby palms and grassland. There were a few patches of cypress tress
that offered some beautiful shade.
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The nicest part of the hike |
In the last ten
minutes of the hike we came to a lake. A cool breeze came off it and
there was a boardwalk with two benches. We sat for a minute, but at that
point, after 13 miles, we weren't feeling like lounging in the hot sun-we were
feeling like a swim. We finished our hike and drove to the swimming area.
The swimming area
was a part of a river that had been roped off. The roped off section was
about 50 feet down river from a sign which cautioned about frequent alligator
sightings. We took a very quick dip in the warm water, dried off and went
home.
On Saturday were were all a little stiff. I was thankful I didn't have to get up and walk twenty miles. From the pictures of the PCT that I've seen nothing looked like beach sand like this hike, so that's a little reassuring.