Cold rain scares me more than anything else on the trail. We’ve had more than our share in the last week.
Staying dry in heavy rain
…it’s not possible!
My first day of heavy rain in Maine, I just got soaked. It worked great at first.
Look at that happy face! Then, things started to chafe. So I started using my rain shell, wearing shorts, and using body glide to prevent chafing.
But the shell was hot, and water seeps through after about an hour. So I experimented with my most fashionable rain gear.
The trash bag worked pretty well, but ultimately, if the weather is warm, the simplest approach is best.
Hike in your underwear! Or just quick dry shorts.
But now, rain with 30-45 degree weather is a whole different ballgame. Here’s why.
Hypothermia is no joke
I learned this in college, when the Harvard First-Year Outdoor Program introduced me to backpacking. As an incoming freshman, I ventured into the White Mountains with 8 other students for my first ever overnight experience. It completely kicked my butt. But we had two wonderfully positive leaders, and our group of students bonded quickly over blistered feet and sore muscles.
A year later, I became a trip leader. During one of my trips in June, a student decided not to wear his rain shell as we summited an exposed peak in windy rain. As we started to descend ten minutes later, he was shivering badly, slurring his speech, and a three foot slab on the trail seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. He froze and wouldn’t move. We had to coax him down from the ledge, feed him candy to elevate his blood sugar, and walk him through some jumping jacks to get his body heat up. And he was an experienced backpacker.
Since then, cold rain has terrified me.
And it’s getting colder
Our first two days in Tennessee were beautiful. Since we never manage to leave town early, we caught a few balds while the sun was setting on day 1.
Then, we spent the night at Over Mountain Shelter and lit a roaring fire. Other hikers out for the weekend were great company (and they gave us hotdogs and s’mores!).
We even caught a sunrise the next morning. Griffin opted to watch it from the warmth of his sleeping bag, a smart move.
But then, we had our first night with temperatures in the teens. The higher we ascended, the more frigid it became.
Our water froze before we even set up camp.
And we all slept with almost all of our clothes on. Fingers too numb to type, I sent my fiancée a selfie to get across how cold it was.
So when we saw several days of rain in the forecast, we got creative to minimize our chances of ending up in a dangerous situation.
Doing bigger days in better weather
It was Saturday, and we had 100 miles from Erwin to Standing Bear. My friend Nate was meeting us to do a section of the Smokies on Friday, so we really needed to get there on schedule. We also had a friend who was going to take us off trail in Asheville on Thursday when it was supposed to rain, so we had five days for 100 miles.
On day 1, we left late but pushed three hours in the dark to get some more miles in. On day 2, we did 30 miles with an eye on the forecast – rain for the following three days. We hung up our lights and Christmas stockings to cheer ourselves up.
Hiking at night
The forecast predicted 40-degree rain the following day starting at 7 am. We had 19 miles to go to Hot Springs. The plan?
1. Wake up at 3:30 AM.
2. Hike from 4 AM to 7 AM and make it 8 miles to the next shelter.
3. Have a “lunch” break there.
4. Get soaked and cold for the last 11 miles into town.
5. Take the best shower of our lives at Laughing Heart Hostel.
The wake up was tough. Coffee and breakfast in our sleeping bags was a must.
Sonic is not a morning person.
The 4-7 section was perfect. It started to rain exactly at the moment we arrived at the next shelter. I ate burritos with mashed potatoes, summer sausage, cheddar cheese, Doritos, and Taco Bell hot sauce at 8 AM.
A scary moment
Then, the cold caught me off guard. My bottom layer was covered in sweat, and I was slowly starting to shiver. I took it off, but it was too late – I couldn’t get warm. I put on both pairs of pants, both pairs of socks, and 2 jackets. But I was still shivering, and my feet and hands were getting numb. I struggled to get out my sleeping bag and liner and crawled in. Still cold. It wasn’t until I blew up my sleeping pad and got on top that the feeling started to come back in my toes.
This was the first time in my thru-hike that I got truly freaked out. At that moment when I first crawled in my sleeping bag, it felt like I would never get warm. Hiking the last 11 miles in the rain seemed insane.
Sonic and Griffin crawled in the bags as well. We all slept for two hours as the rain got heavier outside.
Running to keep warm
What followed were by far the most miserable three hours of hiking on my trip. The rain seeped in quickly, and when the wind picked up coming from our left, that side of my face went numb. We were grateful for every uphill that warmed up our bodies.
But it was mostly downhill into town, and I got cold fast. Any time I could see the trail was free of roots and rocks, I started jogging to keep warm. Drenched from head to toe and with nothing but a hot shower on our minds, we walked through town to the Laughing Heart Hostel.
After showering, drying all or clothes, and spending the night, we hiked 34 miles over the next two days to Standing Bear. The rain was on and off as we hiked into the first night, but we got Max Patch in dry weather.
Doesn’t Griffin look like Ryan Reynolds in Amityville Horror?
Sorry, I digress.
And then we got soaked for the last few miles to Standing Bear.
And now, we’re using my absolute favorite strategy for coping with this weather.
Zeroing in the rain
Sisuphos, Dandelion, and Insect (left to right, with Griffin in the middle) were waiting at Standing Bear.
The place had everything we needed for a day off.
Boston Jack, our caretaker, went to GREAT lengths to get our cabin heated – cycling through three space heaters to bring up the temperature.
The more time I spend talking to him, the more my accent comes back.
Our game of Risk got heated.
And even though I’ll never touch another margarita in a can, even a hangover beats hiking in cold rain.
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