By Murf Mar 8, 2004
| Name is derived from a odd fellar we met on the hike out. I had been back by the Cornerstone once previously and was fairly confident that I would have no problem finding it. On the way in, just about the boulder with the unfinished/red tagged line on it, we started noticing a marked trail. A rock line, with a obvious small rock about every 10' or so, with cairns about every 20 of these. The smaller rocks were placed on top of boulder that lined the "trail", super obvious. Practicing my side arm on these entertained me all the way to the Cornerstone. There must have been upwards of 200 rocks/cairns placed along the path.
On the way out at the end of the day, we noticed we missed a few of the rocks. Then it became obvious that they had already been replaced! Every 10' of so there they were, blazing a trail back home. Oddly, around the Obelisk turn off they continued straight, more towards the Stamp Mill than the normal Uncle Willie's approach ( I realize some hikers come in that way ). Not 100 yards ahead we spotted our "benefactor". An older guy, with a full buckled Marine helmet with camo rucksack, military issue map pocket around his neck, and dozens of gewgaws hanging off his mesh belt.It wasn't clear what his purpose was, amoung his talk of "leaving nothing but footprints" and "creating a trail". I grew weary of standing there, as my Oil can had gone dry, and proceeded on.
The timing of our interaction was fortuitous, however, as just as we cleared Uncle Willies, we were treated to perhaps the most fantastic moonrise I've ever seen. And for just a moment, crossing that full moon, was our older friend, barely visible but for the distinctive shape of his headpiece... |