Maxwell Archer Rawding has arrived!
Hannah and I are bee-lining it from Maine through JERSEY to Virginia to see Owen Daniel’s little brother Max, who is five days old today. As grandparents, we now have more time, energy, and moolah to really enjoy our grandkids than we had when we were parents ourselves.
Why just the other day at an elementary school Spring Fling of carnival rides and petting zoos, we saw cotton candy for sale. With their Omi and Boppa (our grandparent nicknames), Owen and Max are going to enjoy the good life at the end of a cotton candy swirl.
With 550 miles of driving through the maw of the monster (traffic in the Northeast) ahead, we find a hike along the way to break up our trip to the Commonwealth of Virginia. Having grown up in nearby Fair Lawn, JERSEY, I am coming home to love a state I couldn’t wait to leave when I was 18!
Leaving home in York at 520A, we travel 250 miles on Interstates to the Goshen Plaza Diner in New York for our pre-hike breakfast; it’s just 15 miles from our trailhead at Wawayanda (pronounced by the locals as Way-Way-On-da) State Park. Wawayanda is Lenape for “winding waters.”
The Goshen Plaza Diner is a classic New York diner with booths, shiny metal interiors with mirrors everywhere, and veteran waitresses. At 10A we easily score a booth and Susan, with seven years of experience and diamond ear studs, warmly welcomes us. Though I love pancakes when eating out, I find that I am still hungry an hour later; that just won’t do when hiking. So it’s two eggs over easy, home fries, and rye toast for me while Hannah spices up her breakfast with four strips of crispy bacon. Susan is cheery and engaging in a JERSEY sort of way, which is a good thing. In fact, a very good thing.
After breakfast in New York we cross into JERSEY and turn right to enter the near empty parking lot on this mid-May Thursday (no one is collecting the $10 admission fee for out-of-state vehicles). Changing into hiking boots, we find the blue blaze trail (side trail) is immediately in front of us, just three tenths of a mile from the white blazes (signifying the main trail) of the 2,180 mile Appalachian Trail (AT). I wasn’t much of a hiker as kid but growing up in JERSEY meant baseball, basketball, and tennis all the time with the guys in the neighborhood.
Setting foot on the Pinwheel Vista trail, we make JERSEY #10 of 14 states that we’ve hiked on the Appalachian Trail. (Going from south to north, it’s Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine. I think of the 62 miles of the AT in JERSEY as an easy going, mellow part of the trail. BTW, JERSEY guys can be easy going, mellow themselves.
The nine-mile round trip Pinwheel Vista hike through the rolling mountains of JERSEY has its trees that are not fully leafed out. But today’s spring green is a most pleasing-to-the-eye forest color.
Setting out at 1120A, we are shooting for a rockin’ three miles per hour pace to complete the nine mile hike in around three hours. What’s the hurry sister and brother, you may be thinking. We have an evening motel reservation in Newark, Delaware, which means we’ll be traveling the length of JERSEY during the afternoon commuter rush hour when we finish the hike.
With drizzle and a thundershower in the forecast, we find the well-marked trail moist but not too sloppy and messy. And then voila, we see a hiker with a huge pack and I greet him with Are you a thru-hiker (meaning he’s hiking the AT from Georgia to Maine in one calendar year). His trail name is Captain Cook; he’s, in fact, is a section hiker hiking a part of the AT; in his case he is going from Pennsylvania to Vermont this time. Still looking for a trail name myself and with no nautical experience, I find his trail name doesn’t bring me any closer to finding one for myself.
An hour into our hike, we spot an athletic looking hiker with a back pack who acknowledges he’s a thru-hiker, having left Springer Mountain in Georgia on his way to Mount Katahdin in Maine. His trail name is Sloth, which he says, when we ask, is an inside joke. Way inside for this lean and fit college student (University of North Carolina) is no sloth; since late February, he and his buddy have completed 1350 of 2179 miles of the trail. Maybe irony in a trail name is the way for me to go? Dancing Dan? I think not.
Soon his buddy Rameses (trail name) comes by. Rameses is the animal mascot of UNC. Just as athletic, Rameses says this is one helluva way to spend a spring semester and he doesn’t have to pay tuition. Like the Mormons on missions and the British with their gap year, these young men have stepped away from their university studies to take an unconventional path. Maybe a college nickname as a trail name might work for me? Sun Devil Dan? Nah.
Feeling a time crunch to find Pinwheel Vista, we know the geography of JERSEY is not our friend today. We have some 220 miles to our motel in Newark, Delaware (pronounced New-Ark) going through the belly of the beast of JERSEY traffic. We have been had for dinner by the Garden State Parkway and the New Jersey Turnpike before. We keep up a good pace on the trail and are looking for the blue blaze side trail to Pinwheel Vista.
Approaching the 90 minute mark of the hike and still seeing no blue blaze marking to Pinwheel Vista, we find ourselves heading down the other side of the mountain! That is not a good thing! We are supposed to be at a vista. And then we meet Stephanie and Heather, college girls from JERSEY, who are hiking up the mountain from the opposite direction. When we ask if they have seen any blue blazes to Pinwheel Vista, they shake their heads no.
Retracing our steps, they help us find, in literally 100 feet, the massive pile of rocks indicating the Pinwheel Vista turn-off; its blue blaze hidden behind the leaves of a newly greening small tree. We had walked right by it! In 100 yards we are looking over the valley to the Pochuck Mountains on this quite humid and threatening-to-rain day.
A quick look and then it’s time to turn for the trailhead. With a purposeful, steady pace, we cruise through the forest. I’m so fortunate to be married to someone so athletically fit who can cruise (and likes to!) along the trails in the mountains, over the streams, and through the woods. (You can sing that last sentence to the tune of Jingle Bells.)
Meeting the two college girls from JERSEY who went to college at William Paterson University (where I spent a summer in 1969), I just may have my AT trail name: Jersey!
Enjoy this one minute video heading for the trailhead at Wawayanda State Park.
Leaving Wawayanda State Park by 320P, we are no match for late afternoon JERSEY commuter traffic. What is normally a three hour trip to Delaware takes us five hours. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. So sayeth Davy Crockett.
No matter, for tomorrow we will see our six day old grandson Max and his what’s-happening two year old big brother Owen.