In August of 1958, just before I turned twelve, Boy Scout Troop 156 out of the Smyrna American Legion, camped at the base of Blood Mountain along the Appalachian Trail in North Georgia. It was a defining time for me. It was, with the benefit of 20-20 hindsight, a precursor of things to come.
The Boy Scouts of America was a wonderful organization. It prepared young boys to actually become men. I’m not saying the Scouts made me a man, I was only eleven years old at the time, but Scouting gave many of us the opportunity to expand our wings and fly, at least metaphorically. For many of us, being in the Scouts gave us our first taste of freedom from family oversight, although our Scout Masters were dedicated and observant men, who kept a watchful eye on their young Scouts to make sure they were safe. For me, going on Boy Scout camping trips was my first time traveling away from home without the supervision of my parents. That is important, I think, in the development of a healthy sense of independence.
The Boy Scout Oath says it well: “On my honor, I will do my best. To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law; To help other people at all times; To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.” Not bad.
Our Scout Master was Melvin Posey. He was a role model for all of us young guys. He obviously cared greatly about us and Scouting. I know he must have spent countless hours preparing, beyond those spent with us at our weekly meetings and the two or three camping trips we took each year. Just one note about Melvin – he left as Scout Master and went into the Navy and was on the ship that picked up one of our original seven Astronauts when his space capsule splashed down in the ocean. After his tour in the Navy, he returned and became Scout Master again. Dedication to Scouting.
Back to Blood Mountain. It was August, and it was still hot, but I remember that a weather front came through, bringing a drop in temperatures and plenty of rain. We were to hike to the top of Blood Mountain, and a little rain was not going to stop Troop 156. I remember having a rain poncho, which really did not keep you totally dry, which I reaffirmed some eleven years later in the Army. The trail to the top of Blood Mountain is part of and near the start of the Appalachian Trail. It was a fairly well maintained trail, although in the rain, with water rushing down, the footing was tricky. There was many a stumble and fall.
About half way up, it really got difficult. The rain continued to pelt us. We were all soaked, especially our feet, for most of us were wearing our Keds. Melvin, of course had on sturdy waterproof hiking boots. Did I mention a drop in temperature? It was cool when we started, but it was cold on that hike up the mountain. Under the poncho I was sweating, but my arms, face and feet were freezing. For an eleven year-old boy, this was the most challenging thing I had ever done.
We all had canteens, but of course we had pretty much emptied them by the time we were half way up. So we were thirsty on top of everything else. And we were hungry. I can not for the life of me remember if the hike was after breakfast or after lunch, but it mattered not. We had eaten before we took off, but we were still hungry. The grumbling started from that point on. Every time we took a little break, we would beg Melvin to turn around and go back down to the comfort of our campsite and relative dryness of our tents. Our tents, by the way, were what were called Baker Tents – basically a square tent with a flap entrance. I remember being able to stand up inside the tent, but that does not mean it had a tall ceiling, being just a kid and all.
Most of us, or at least me, were ready to quit, but of course Melvin would not allow that. He kept us going with the promise of the Coke and candy machines at the top, where we could all get something to eat and drink. I swear, if not for the prospect of a Coke and candy bar, I don’t think I would have made it.
As we neared the top, the rain slacked off, and the clouds and mist cleared a bit allowing views of the surrounding mountains and valleys. Most prominent was Brass Town Bald, the tallest mountain in the area. I’ll never forget how my heart leaped upon reaching the summit and seeing the rustic shelter where surely the vending machines were housed. We all picked up the pace and actually ran the last bit to the shelter in order to be the first to get our goodies.
If you have ever hiked the Appalachian Trail, or climbed to the top of most any mountain in any park or mountain range in the world, you already know what we found inside the shelter. It was empty. No vending machines. What were we thinking? Melvin had lied to us? I know now that it was not so much a lie, although it was untruthful, as it was motivation to keep us going. What did greet us was an iron pipe sticking out of the ground at a spring that had a trickle of cold water flowing out. But you know, that was some of the best water I ever drank. We all drank our fill and filled our canteens. Then we all found a rock to sit on and sat around saying very little for a while. It was beautiful, even though the view was somewhat obscured by the mist and rain clouds, but all in all, beautiful.
And you know something? We were all pretty proud of ourselves for having survived our torturous climb. We called it torturous at the time, but with the benefit of some miles on this old body of mine, I know it was probably one of the less torturous things physically I have done in my life. But for an eleven year-old, it was a big deal. Similar to the big deal in 1969 when I hiked a much wetter and more torturous couple of mountains while in the Army. I remember thinking at the time of the Army climb that Blood Mountain was a piece of cake.
I don’t remember the hike down Blood Mountain, probably because it paled in comparison to the hike up. I do remember saying I would never make that hike again. Those were words I lived to eat. I hiked it nearly forty years later with my sons, both about the same age as when I climbed it back in the day. Still no vending machines.
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