George Steffanos
George Steffanos
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Author of Then the Hail Came, a book about my 1983 Appalachian Trail thru-hike, available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle. https://www.georgesteffanos.com
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View from Jug End, Taconic Mountains, Massachusetts. August 25, 2025.

A hard fall on the steep descent from Jug End and a deep bruise to my right shoulder. I'll be fine in about a week, but it did cut short my plans for a 6-week hike after one great week.

#hiking #outdoors #nature #mountains
Me too. Lived more than a half century of my life in Hamden.
Worth the visit. I consider this the 4th best view on the mountain. There is a lot packed into a few square miles.
Late afternoon rays of sunlight. Indian summer hike at Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, CT. November 4, 2022, 4:50 PM

#hiking #autumn #forest #mountains
I'm disappointed, but I learned a lot for the next hike. I have lots of great pics and some stories to share. This will put off my sequel AT hike until 2027, but there will be new hikes next year.
Note: I'm finally starting to work on my hiking blog for my aborted August hike. I'll have a link soon. A hard fall on the steep descent from Jug End did some damage to my right shoulder. I'll be fine eventually, but it did cut short my plans for a 6-week hike after 1 great week.
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They would come strolling down the trail, allowing me to approach within thirty feet of them before taking a few steps off the path into the woods, where they would stand patiently waiting for me to pass by.
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I saw 5 or 6 white-tailed deer along the trail today, from extremely close range. Like their cousins in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, they seemed to harbor no fear of man.
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Excepting in the gaps, where the footpath and the road made their occasional crossings, the drive skirted the crest. The AT passed over the summits.
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The trail followed the ridgeline for most of the distance. There were a number of good viewpoints. The Appalachian Trail crossed Skyline Drive several times and brushed past it a few more, but the road remained out of sight from the trail most of the day.
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July 3, 1983: My final twelve miles today were in Shenandoah. The trail inside the park was well-graded and almost completely cleared of overgrowth. I hiked through dignified old forests of stately trees.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail
Autumn evening on the mountain, Right Leg, Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. October 25, 2023, 3:58 PM.

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I wanted to stop for the night at the stone shelter on top of Blood Mountain, but I was dying of thirst and there was no water.
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Looking west, chains of slightly lower wooded mountains snaked out in all directions, filling the country between me and the western fork. Their ridge crests were cloaked in pastels from budding trees. These heights were cut by narrow rural valleys draped in the deeper greens of late Spring.
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Blood Mountain is the highest peak on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia, making it of course the highest peak thus far of my hike. Blood Mountain is part of the east fork of the Blue Ridge, which divides into two forks at Springer Mountain where this hike officially began.
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had taken their toll on the soles of my feet, which felt torn and bleeding by the time I reached the end of that climb on the rocky, somewhat scrubby open summit of Blood Mountain.

The best views thus far on the trail in Georgia picked up my spirits a bit. At 4,458 feet in elevation,
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It was a comparatively gentle climb for the most part, but I have a long way to go before my body is truly ready for this adventure. The day was sunny and hot, and I ran out of water about halfway through the climb. The heavy backpack I was carrying, and the extra pounds of my overweight body
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May 5, 1983: After seven miles of ups and downs, we hit a stretch of continuous climbing for the next six. That was where I lost Dave and Russ for the remainder of the day. Or, rather, where they lost me.

#backpacking #hiking #AppalachianTrail
Marshy inlet stream, Herron Pond, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. October 26, 2023, 2:09 PM.

#hiking #autumn #forest #lake
I'm disappointed, but I learned a lot for the next hike. I have lots of great pics and some stories to share. This will put off my sequel AT hike until 2027, but there will be new hikes next year.
Note: I'm finally starting to work on my hiking blog for my aborted August hike. I'll have a link soon. A hard fall on the steep descent from Jug End did some damage to my right shoulder. I'll be fine eventually, but it did cut short my plans for a 6-week hike after 1 great week.