The Pinhoti Trail: Part 2

Friday, May 10th, 2019

We really enjoyed our stay at the cabin and got to meet the caretaker and badass, Sunny Eberhart aka Nimblewill Nomad, before we left.

Nimblewill is a triple crowner and has hiked the entire Eastern Continental Trail (ECT), two impressive accomplishments that I hope to match one day.

We took a short walk down the road to the trail, and I was giddy! This all felt very new, but also familiar. We weren’t on the Appalachian Trail (AT), but we were traveling along the same mountain range. Some consider this section of the Appalachian Mountains the unofficial start of the AT.

With the humidity in the air and the smell of leaf litter and pine needles, it felt like being home. I was enjoying myself in the “green tunnel” until I was quickly reminded why I always wear my hat backwards while hiking in the Appalachians. While walking across a small stream staring at my feet, I plowed my head into a low hanging tree right as Frisbee was in the process of warning me. He told me it made quite the loud “thud.” I shook it off and kept hiking. I have all the grace and agility of a toddler.

We took a short break at Weogufka Shelter which had some questionable items left behind inside, then continued hiking until we reached the village of the same name.

One of the first non-residential buildings you see in Weogufka is the Second Baptist Church, which humored me in a dumb way. Call me feeble-minded, but in all the Southern towns I’ve been in, I’ve only seen the First Baptist Church. You would think with all the churches located within a short radius of the heart of any small town along the Bible Belt, that you would see it more often. I guess no one wants to be “second rate.”

I pointed out my petty delight to my unamused husband, Frisbee. “Look! They DO exist!”

A common sign of the South

We headed over to Caperton’s where we were hoping to score a cup of coffee. No dice. It was closed. So instead, we sat out front and ate second breakfast, then headed towards the bridge that, according to our guide, was yet to be built. One of the hikers that commented about it mentioned that you would have to do a “boot scoot boogie down the shoulder” which had us questioning what we were in for.

Before we got there, we’d walk by the residence of Tammy, who runs Caperton’s. We got our picture taken, signed her book, and tried to pet her bashful dogs before making our way to the bridge. Fortunately for us, no “boot scoot boogie” was required. The bridge was complete!

There were dogs running around everywhere. On the Florida Trail, we had experienced loose dogs on the daily. Not many people supervise or fence in their dogs around these parts. Frisbee and I were used to it, and I’m a good read on dog body language after working with them for so many years, but I could tell this had Spacejam a little nervous. All the dogs, and the people that we came across were more than friendly though.

Mountain Laurel
Azaleas

While traveling on a dirt road, we’d also come across flowers and cows. I’m not sure what they’re feeding the cattle around here, but they are HUGE!

This guy was the size of a shed!

We’d cross a small stream which my elegant ass stepped into before walking by a waterfall and a black snake.

When we returned to the road, a guy in a Jeep stopped to chat. His name was Nathan and he was part of the Pinhoti Outdoor Center. He and his wife do shuttle services and food drops for hikers, bikers, and paddlers and they were in the process of building a hostel.

Later we found a semi-flat spot to eat lunch, and a butterfly found my shoe irresistible the duration of our break.

The climbs continued with more road walking until we reached Stewartsville Cafe. We finally got our coffee fix, and also burgers for dinner. We lingered there longer than we should have, but eventually motivated ourselves to get moving, stocking up at the Dollar General before taking the long road walk passed many more churches, cattle, and loose dogs.

Frisbee making friends with this cute pittie

It began to drizzle and continued as we crossed several busy highways. It unleashed as we walked around Joy Lake towards Talladega National Forest. At that point, all we could do was laugh it off and make the best of it. We were drenched as we searched for a decent site to pitch our tent. Just as the rain stopped, we made it to Trammel Trailhead. “Screw it!” We were just going to set up in the parking lot. As I laid in the tent, I hoped that no drunk locals enjoying the start of the weekend plowed us over during the night.


27.8 miles (44.7 km)

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