May 13, 2019

The first leg of the route is basically finished and it is time to go to GA. We wanted to make it two or three more days to the PA/NJ border but since it is cold rain (we have not forgotten about hypothermia) and we are close to a car we are OUT.

The trail teaches adaptability.

It’s time to go to Amicalola Falls GA to hike the 850 miles north to Waynesboro VA.

Hike Day 38 will feel GA soil under sole.

Thanks to our new friends Mike and Lindy Sheridan at Common Ground Farm and Retreat in Kempton, PA for making our Mother’s Day stay incredible. Looking forward to returning later this summer to start the final push to Katahdin!

Day 37 Mile 390

Thank You!

Though we may not respond to every comment on the site, please know we read and appreciate each and every one! Your positive thoughts and energy go a long way out here on the trail.

Hiked the Kittatinny ridge today.

Met some new friends but didn’t overstay our welcome.

Timber Rattlesnake

Super views. PA is really beautiful.

Day 35 Mile 361

Port Clinton Barber Shop

If you’re driving (or hiking) through Port Clinton PA and find yourself in need of an $8 haircut (includes beard), antiques, taxidermy, free coffee/cookies/advice or a jam session with one of the many instruments on hand, you must treat yourself to a visit with musician/barber/philosopher Frank, the owner.

It kinda has the feel of a Stephen King curio shop – the trippy kind of place that when you go back for your second visit you find an abandoned storefront that hasn’t been occupied since the late 1800’s.

Day 33 Mile 331

Magic – The 501 Shelter

Volunteerism makes the AT work. And the trail pays back in unimaginable ways.

The 501 is a shelter located in the middle of nowhere off PA 501. Arriving early, we offered to help and found ourselves sanding and painting a couple of picnic tables.

Never expected to find a paint brush in hand while hiking!

Later, “Nobros” (Northbound Brothers), age 19 & 21, arrived at the end of their 35-mile (!) hiking day. They shared that they live about 30 miles east of Columbus, OH.

Rog was on it. “Newark area?”

“Granville, actually,” came their surprised response.

“You have a great coffee shop by the river!”

“River Road Cafe!” They replied in unison, laughing.

What are the odds we strangers have all been to this tiny spot in the universe? Weird.

An hour later a tall gent in his mid-twenties rolled in for the night after starting 1,193 miles ago in GA.

We knew this hiker! “Danger Boy” worked at Biaggi’s Ristorante Italiano with our daughter, and was the (most excellent) server at Rog’s January 2019 retirement luncheon, leaving mere weeks later for the trail.

What are the odds?

Are you kidding me?!

We enjoyed a great evening around the large table sharing connections and stories.

“Trail Magic” happens in different ways. When just the right item appears in a hiker box, you’re able to help out, find common ground with others, or land in a warm dry spot on a cold rainy day. We’re enjoying the journey and all of the surprises it brings!

Day 28 Mile 274

On Tues 4/30 the trail felt the soles of our boots again. It was hard returning but after three days our bodies are in the process of reawakening.

The path led through relatively mild terrain, newly green tree leaves and brush in the forest floor, through pastures, across roads, and yes, along rocky sections, too.

It gets worse. Ahead were looking forward to six miles of “knife edge” formations requiring stepping across the top. That’s for later. For now, a warm day that was supposed to bring rain but didn’t.

Still, these rocks pack the hurt. No complaints, though. Lots of nice scenery and fantastic bird scape.

24 Apr 2019

OBITUARY

Edwin Theodore “Ted” Sinclair

NOVEMBER 26, 1932  APRIL 24, 2019

Edwin Theodore Sinclair, “Ted”, 86, of Southport, NC passed away peacefully Wednesday, April 24, 2019 with family by his side. 

Ted was born in Manhattan, New York, son of Edwin Allen and Ora Robilaud Sinclair. His mother died when he was two, the oldest of three boys. As was customary for the time, his father was considered unable to care for three young children so they were separated to live with relatives. After moving between homes, Ted was placed at the Ockley Children’s Home where his father visited on weekends. As a teenager at 16 Ted had to leave to make room for younger orphans. 

Ted lived with an older cousin and his wife, Jed Emery and Marjorie DeRusha, who helped him find a way to earn a living by introducing him into the Massachusetts horse racing industry where he worked until drafted into the U.S. Army. He moved to Chicago after he was discharged, studying at the College of Advanced Traffic and living in an apartment with two brothers from West Virginia. Ted began dating Natalie Joyce Shreve, their sister. Six months later Ted and Natalie wed. Folks said a New Yorker – West Virginian pairing wouldn’t last. The couple proved them wrong over the next 60+ years. Ted appreciated his new relatives, something lost to him during his early years. Perhaps that’s why Ted valued family above his career and declined to make risky moves, like accepting a core role at little start-up now known as FedEx. He settled at Johns Manville Corporate (traffic), where he retired in 1995 after 23 years and with a cancer diagnosis. Doctors said he’d live three to five years. They were wrong by 20+ years. 

Ted and Natalie moved to Southport, NC to be near warm weather, beaches, and the sea which he’d come to love after living in Cape Cod, MA. Natalie put decades of medical training to work in finding trials, therapies, and activities that helped to keep the cancer at bay and her husband by her side. She was his full-time caretaker until the end. 

With a wonderfully dry, deadpan humor, ease in social interaction, and a quick, often unfiltered wit, Ted was particular in his appearance, an able dancer, and affable man who loved to have fun. As social as he was, he was quiet when it came to himself. You could know him without realizing that he saw Jackie Robinson steal home in New York, trained horses in Cuba, or fought a war in South Korea. He loved his Church, cars, Chicago sports, airplanes, music, and travel. 

Ted is survived by his wife, Natalie Joyce Sinclair and their children and grandchildren: Marjorie Elizabeth Sinclair and her son, Nathaniel Rhett Weimer; daughter Jennifer Sinclair Johnson (Roger) and their children, Ryan Fitzgerald Johnson and Lydia Sinclair Johnson; and son Emery Theodore Sinclair (Stacey) and their daughters, Emilee and Linzey Ziv, plus many nieces and nephews. 

Ted was preceded in death by his parents and brothers, Rex and Donald Sinclair.