Shenandoah National Park houses 200,000 acres of forests, rocky outcrops, meadows, stunning outlooks, and dramatic waterfalls – so, we weren’t about to settle for an official camping site. We parked outside the first ranger station, and filled out backcountry permits. The park ranger on duty reminded us to string up our food away from our tents, in case it drew interested bears. She also (very matter-of-factly) informed us that this was black bear mating season, and that black bears usually only attack people when it’s to protect their young.
Right on cue, shortly after we hopped in the car and took off along the scenic drive, the vehicle in front of us decelerated. We all craned our necks to see why; a big black bear was standing on the side of the road, and ambled into the forest as we pulled up. Survive bear encounter: check!
A couple minutes later, we reached the first of 75 overlooks; Raphael (the driver) pulled our car off Skyline Drive, and turned the ignition key.
The car didn’t turn off.
He turned the key clockwise again, then counterclockwise, then clockwise, then counterclockwise with a bit more gusto. Nothing. “Well, that’s interesting,” he said. He got out of the car, opened the hood, Fiddled With Stuff, then got back in the car and slammed his fist against the dashboard.
The car turned off.
I was a little spooked, but over-protective mating bears and minor car malfunction weren’t going to prevent us from enoying the scenic overlook. With courage in our hearts, we hopped out and took some pictures.
Here’s the crew (Jennifer, Queen Victoria III, Raphael, Me):
And more scenery:
After we got back into the car, Raphael rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and put on a truly unique soundtrack. Trees and blue sky rustled by while some Australian men sang (very well!) from the car speakers that we should “Consider Having Sex With a Bearded Man” (a 2011 single), that “If Your Dad Doesn’t Have a Beard, You’ve Got Two Mums” and
Jennifer stayed behind to watch our bags, while Raphael, Queen Victoria III and I started off on the steep, 3/4-ish mile climb to the upper falls. Aware that sunset was looming and feeling particularly energetic, I took a few pictures then scampered up ahead of my friends.
One of those pictures:
The ground was gravelly. I hopped on rocks even when there was flat ground to walk on. I had been accumulating sweat all day from the Virginia humidity, and the faster I moved the more refreshing the breeze; enjoying this alone time, I hurtled around a corner and there, a couple of meters ahead, a snake at least the thickness of my forearm lay stretched over the path. I stopped.
I thought: “That snake is at least six feet long.”
I thought: “I wonder what kind of snake that is.”
I thought: “I wonder whether it’s poisonous.”
I thought: “I wonder whether I should move.”
I thought: “I don’t think I’ve seen a snake that big, except maybe in the zoo. Or in the first Harry Potter movie.”
I remembered a field trip to the Singapore zoo way back in the day, when a little green tree snake slithered over my foot. I also remembered that if a snake chases you, you’re supposed to run in a zigzag pattern.
While I stood there staring at the snake and trying to come to terms with my dreadful survival instincts, Raphael caught up. As someone whose survival instincts are more obviously a product of natural selection, he spent 0.00 minutes reminiscing about anything; he saw me, saw the snake, grabbed my arm, said “come on. quickly. walk.”, and yanked me back around the corner and down until we bumped into Queen Victoria III.
“Your Majesty,” Raphael said. “There’s a six-foot snake over there. We should go back down.”
Her Majesty insisted on seeing the snake, though, so while Raphael hung back with a very concerned look on his face, she and I peeked back around the corner to catch a glimpse. It had moved; we finally spotted it lying a few feet off the path. All of us were content to take this as A Sign that it was time to keep Jennifer company, so we turned around and skidaddled back to camp.
As the sun set, we cooked dinner using Raphael’s stove and fuel (this is the kid who drove 2548 miles from Montana with a full set of outdoor survival equipment. He came prepared.) I took a hike to find a secluded place to pee, stung my leg on some nettle, and watched as the sun disappeared and the fireflies grew bright. I was shocked at how many there were; the air lit up with yellows and oranges that completely eclipsed the stars.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Queen Victoria III’s “HELLO?” outside my tent. Shocked at how late I’d slept in (it was 9) I threw on the same clothes I wore the previous day (yay camping!) and stumbled outside. After cooking and eating breakfast, we played in the waterfall. I scooted on my butt over the rocks, tempting fate, letting the water gush past my legs until WHOOSH-the coefficient of friction was too low to support my butt, and with a shriek I went careening down into the lake. And so began the use of the waterfall as an exhilarating (if slightly terrifying) slide. Jennifer got a picture:
Time ticked on, the sun continued to rise, and eventually we hauled on our packs and hiked back to the parking lot. On the way back to Charlottesville, Jennifer peed for the first time in something like 24 hours (seriously.) and we nearly locked Raphael in a grocery store toilet by accident.
That evening, I saw “127 Hours” for the first time, and was very glad that I saw it after and not before our hiking trip.
Now, I’m back in the office. I got up at 6:45am, and Diana picked me up at 7 – we drove to a cafe and studied for the GRE for two hours before heading to the NRAO. It’s been an infuriating day; stuff is just NOT working, so I typed this up in a fit of desperation to do ANYTHING other than look at another frequency/amplitude/pulse phase plot. Apparently I’m not the only one who’s having attention issues, because a coworker from across the hall just rolled into our office in her wheelie chair.
Blogging is therapeutic. Writing is therapeutic. I feel much calmer now (thinking about waterfalls and fireflies does that to you) so back to work :)