Went
to bed early and slept late because it was, believe it or not, raining
again. Had planned to be out by 7, but we were fashionably late –
checking out at 9:10.
Started off slow, but the terrain was surprisingly easy. Took a break at the first shelter, lunch at the second, and decided to push on – even though it would be a 20-mile day.
Oh,
this was my second day completely without makeup. Just couldn’t be
bothered, especially with the rain. The first time was the day we
climbed Dragon’s Tooth – also in the rain. I am aware of the fact that I
don’t have any makeup on, but not having mirrors around spares me, at
least, of the details.
Anyway, we saw a wild turkey on the trail today – jumped up from the bushes and scared the heck out of me.
Got to the shelter around 6, I think. Mother Hen is here, and a section hiker named Dave. Will probably bump into Charlie, Murph, and the gang tomorrow. Cookout with Bean and Stretch is set for Sunday.
Dave the firefighter snored, and of course my new earplugs weren’t working out (they hurt!). And I'd already thrown the old ones away – despite the fact that they weighed one-millionth of an ounce. Made for a very long night.
It actually didn’t rain, even though (or maybe because) we left our dirty pots on the picnic table for Mother Nature to clean. Got out by 8. It was foggy and damp.
Mother Hen was saying how Trail Magic should be renamed Trail Love – because a lot of work goes into those special surprises. I agree, but it still seems like magic when it happens to you!
Started off slow, but the terrain was surprisingly easy. Took a break at the first shelter, lunch at the second, and decided to push on – even though it would be a 20-mile day.
Stretch (formerly Duracell), Bean, and Longshankss |
Anyway, we saw a wild turkey on the trail today – jumped up from the bushes and scared the heck out of me.
Got to the shelter around 6, I think. Mother Hen is here, and a section hiker named Dave. Will probably bump into Charlie, Murph, and the gang tomorrow. Cookout with Bean and Stretch is set for Sunday.
Dave the firefighter snored, and of course my new earplugs weren’t working out (they hurt!). And I'd already thrown the old ones away – despite the fact that they weighed one-millionth of an ounce. Made for a very long night.
It actually didn’t rain, even though (or maybe because) we left our dirty pots on the picnic table for Mother Nature to clean. Got out by 8. It was foggy and damp.
Mother Hen was saying how Trail Magic should be renamed Trail Love – because a lot of work goes into those special surprises. I agree, but it still seems like magic when it happens to you!
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