Wendy Elliot
Photos with Explanations from Wendy Elliot - trail hiker from 1975
Susan Bartlett and I both kept journals and I will someday make a photo book with pictures and text. Unfortunately, I dropped my camera off a ledge in VA and didn't get another one until NH, so there's a big photographic gap.
We frequently signed the trail logs as Marty Spinkle and Harry Gruntle, so I suppose thoese were our trail names. Don't ask me why, we were 20 and pretty silly at times.
Susan Bartlett and I both kept journals and I will someday make a photo book with pictures and text. Unfortunately, I dropped my camera off a ledge in VA and didn't get another one until NH, so there's a big photographic gap.
We frequently signed the trail logs as Marty Spinkle and Harry Gruntle, so I suppose thoese were our trail names. Don't ask me why, we were 20 and pretty silly at times.
Susan at the Jump up: this was in the Nantahala's, gorgeous, but sure was steep.
The Hawaiians, that's what we called them because that's where they were from. Can't recall names
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Hot Springs: Duane Gould in the plaid shirt with beard and I think Azel Ames in red shorts and white t-shirt
 Ken's place in Monson, ME
Here's what Susan wrote about it:
We took over for Ken the day we came in - Ken took one look at us and immediately say his opportunity to take off and do some deep sea fishing. He gave us a room to ourselves and a key to the old Methodist Church that he had bought and converted into a hostel for trail hikers. Before taking off in his subaru, Ken told us that he trusted everybody until they were proven untrustworthy and he must have told us 10x that we seemed to be responsible girls to him. We were supposed to collect money and let the rules be known. |
The Balds with Wendy and Susan
Here's what i wrote in my journal after meeting Fred and Danny Birchmore.
April 18 Betty’s Creek to Wallace Gap, N. Carolina A blustery balmy day, high flying clouds and spirits. Albert Mountain fire-tower watch Charlie Pendergrass plies up with coffee, corn muffins, and shy kindness. The Birchmores (now, let me tell you about Danny . . . beat Jimmy Connors in the amateurs, they call him poker face. 16 quarts of Gatorade and 40,000 arrowheads). Poor Danny couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Fred, a spry 65, biked around the world at 20, lost 18 feet of innards in the war (here, let me show you my scar), walks 25 miles a day, and does a yoga headstand for 20 minutes at the end of each day. He says he is ready to die after finishing his last dream: the Appalachian Trail. I don’t think so. |
Daniel Brigham, Susan and Wendy
It is kind of amazing that we wound up together, but there weren't all that many thru-hikers and we bonded pretty tightly along the trail. The first of us to get to Baxter waited a few days for the others to catch up so we could climb together.
Pretty sure that most of the unknowns were friend of JB's except for the tall guy in the green jacket, think he was a thru hiker. From left to right: Duane Gould, Wendy Eliot, Dick Brigham, Susan Bartlett, think he was a thru hiker, but can't remember name, JB (John Burritt), can't recall, can't recall, Rick Brigham. Those seated are unknown hikers. Wendy |