In 2000 I hiked this section, finishing the last pieces of the trail I hadn't done since 1982. My friend Sunnie had dropped me off south of here so I could walk back to Kincora hostel, and then return north. I walked up Roan Mt. from the south, encountering a family who had taken the wrong trail back to their car. The husband with baby on his back had turned around to climb back up Roan and return with their car to rescue the wife and 3 other kids. I got to the top without seeing the husband, and borrowed a phone to call the local sheriff to check up on the family to make sure they were picked up, since the sun had set. I went on to this shelter, the former fire warden hut, as the full harvest moon rose, blood red.
As I approach shelters I always call out a hello, to avoid surprising anyone. I went into the cabin, and was looking out this window when I saw Rodney appear in the dusk.
Sunny had found Rodney at a hostel in Hot Spring after dropping me off, this three years after he disappeared in 1997, told him where I was and that she was going to make sure we reconnected, and driven him to Roan.
Today I spread the last of his ashes near this shelter where I saw him through the window in 2000.
As I approach shelters I always call out a hello, to avoid surprising anyone. I went into the cabin, and was looking out this window when I saw Rodney appear in the dusk.
Sunny had found Rodney at a hostel in Hot Spring after dropping me off, this three years after he disappeared in 1997, told him where I was and that she was going to make sure we reconnected, and driven him to Roan.
Today I spread the last of his ashes near this shelter where I saw him through the window in 2000.
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