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We took the Indian Run foot trail which showed no evidence of recent hikers, or Appalachian Trail Club activities, since the blazes on the trees had faded and many trees had fallen across the trail.
The foot trail finally drops down to a restored mountain cabin a mile below the highway where about 15 Scouts from College Park, Md., were enjoying a college fraternity atmosphere. Corbin Cabin is at the headwaters of the Hughes River Valley. Across the narrow stream is another cabin, abandoned. It was late afternoon. I had spent an enjoyable night in the old cabin last year, and we were having beef stew in the old cabin in short order.
An occasional flashlight beam from the Scouts lasted only until the cold had set in, then the Hughes River drowned them out.
A YOUNG skunk joined
us that night at least 15 times. We made the mistake of feeding him, forever imprinting in him that hikers bring food.
Skunks are not slow animals. This one raced around the room, his feet padding close to our heads most of the night.
Having seen that the limits of our gentle persuasion was a mere banging of a canteen when he wandered close, he foraged around without much further respect or interest in the two lumps of goose down, and licked the plates clean.
The two-night loop ends with a very pleasant four
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