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Appalachian Trail Club bulletin

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  • rising. They spin these thin threads each with a tiny parachute-like tuft at its end. When the lift becomes great enough, away they sail, seeking their fortunes like true Argonaut adventurers. It is the method of migration-dispersal followed by these spider species. These glistening threads, too, were the source of an old folk-belief. It very likely is older than Christianity; but at present, and for many generations past, peasants in the Catholic parts of Europe call them various names that all translate as "Mary's threads." Because they are so delicate, and perhaps because they have a bluish glint in the autumn sunlight, they are supposed to be ravelings from Our Lady's veil, drifting down like a benediction on a quiet world. —Reprinted from Science News Letter, October 31, 1942. CARAVAN TO PEAKS OF OTTER By Yvonne Brown The caravan to the Peaks of Otter in southern Virginia was noted for wonderful scenery, wonderful food, and a wonderful skeleton. If this were a proper kind of story it would stick to the point and give the readers a nice, serious description of the trip. It would not go off into skeletons and ghosts and things like that. But we cannot be serious all the time. We certainly were not serious on the trip. We left on July 4 about 7 a. m. from the Club Headquarters and drove to Warrenton for breakfast, then to Lynchburg for lunch, and on to the foot of the Peaks of Otter, just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Our caravan consisted of seven cars and the Skyview Truck for the luggage and food. We arrived about 3 p.m. (it was still July 4) and found a couple of big, beautiful cabins loaned to us by the Park Service. There was everything that our little hearts desired. In the words of the poet, "everything was there, including time and place." But so far it was still daylight. Maxwell Dale, District Ranger, and J. W. Luck, Warden, of the Blue Ridge Parkway, and three members of the Roanoke Appalachian Trail Club were on hand to welcome us. Mr. and Mrs. George B. Thorn arrived from Pittsburgh at the same time we did from Washington- good timing. We unpacked our things while our professional cook, working under Bill Richardson's supervision, prepared dinner. After dinner we set out in the truck for Sharp Top Mountain (3,800 feet high) and hiked the last half mile to the lookout at the top where we had an excellent view of the valley for miles. It was through the kindness of the rangers that we were able to drive as far as we did, as the road is closed to the public. It was also through the good driving of Bill Mersch that we got up the steep, winding road and back down safely. We then returned to camp and bed. Single girls and married couples had one cabin and the bachelors had the other. There is a theory underlying this arrangement, but I haven't time to go into it now. Next morning a little accident happened. Almeda Lowe forgot we Washingtonians were not on daylight-saving time. She told the cook it was 7 a. m. (after all, her watch said so) and there was a great scramble to get breakfast ready. When it was ready, no one was up to eat it, for it was really only 6 a. m. We all got straightened out after a time and breakfast tasted good anyway. The morning was dull but we all piled into the truck with lunches packed for our first hike. We drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway a few miles to a place called Sunset Field. The hike was 10 miles through Jefferson National Forest over The Appalachian Trail. It stalled to rain as we began the hike and continued to drizzle until after lunch. This did not dampen our spirits, however, as it was a very lovely trail, mostly downhill, with an abundance of wild flowers and wild life to attract our attention. The hike ended at Middle Creek Picnic Area and. after a wash in the creek nearby, we were off in the truck for camp and (Continued on page 110)
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