Day 47: finishing the virginia triple crown

• VA 311 (710.8) to Lambert Meadow Shelter (721.2)
• 3012 feet ascent, 2851 feet

Today we finally returned to the road. Behind us there are wounds, broken shoes, flood rains and wounded trust. Before us are the McAfee bolts and the cliffs of Tinker. Next to him there is some anxiety to get to Daleville, again; This time on our feet.

The emotions of hikers are as up and down as the land they walk. Often, emotions reflect the ups and downs of the path. If you get too caught in that, you can go crazy.

Goodbye to the old friends

We started the day donating my broken boots in the tree in Huckleberry Hostel. Those boots had taken me more than 1000 miles through the rocky mountains and the beads.

It is not common to find pink boots with the ears that are used gently. They were good friends until the end. I’m glad they have a worthy final resting place.

The mystery of McAfee Knob remains

After a last goodbye of my old boots, we headed to McAfee Knob. It was cloudy but not raining and not hot, so we appreciate the weather.

We had heard that the knob was not so intimidating to be on as seen in the iconic photos. As we approached, we really had difficulty identifying with precision where I was.

The fog was filled over the holes and the fall of the edge could have been 1 foot or 1000 feet. We take the mandatory photos, but above all we laugh saying that the mystery will remain for us.

Someone played with the cliffs

The path continued to be challenging. Finally, we arrive at Tinker Cliffs. It was difficult to understand where the AT was since there were paths at the top of the mountain. For a while, we followed one that crossed the lush grass through the trees and included grazing deer.

So, I realized that this was not the path. It was a path. We speculate that it could have been the AT at one point, since it seemed to be the most used options we had in front of us.

We joked saying that someone played with the cliffs and moved the path to the edge. At this point, we had climbed more than 3000 feet and we were tired and a little dizzy throughout the fog. None of us love to walk so close to the edge when we couldn’t see exactly where the edge E was.

The historian began to look a bit scratched. Always excellent in mathematics, I began to ask him to make sums. He failed to add two three -digit numbers together. We call a stop. Sitting as land as possible from the edge of the cliff, we put jackets and stuffed food.

A house to spend the night

After resting a little, we continue. There was no place to leave roots to spend the night without pressing. In trail miles, we needed to make 10 1/2 miles. With bonus miles of the day, it reached almost 12 miles. I never discovered where all additional steps come from, but three different measures coincided.

When we arrive at the Lambert Meadow shelter, we decided not to eat a hot dinner. Quickly we dehydrate some humas and school salad and push it round before climbing to our tent oriented downhill.

As we cling to our Sleeping Cocks pads, we were grateful to have crossed the triple crown. It was a transcendental day, we couldn’t even see it.

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