Just again – The walk

Day 86-9 miles today from Cookie Lady Hank to Tom Levardis Lawn Dalton, 1,100 feet high, 2,000 feet down, 1,576 in Mile Marker (mm)

Soothing siren

It is attracting me. Something as simple as sleeping in a dry space and little whispers in a quiet and relaxing tone. Go back to sleep. He is humid and miserable and you are dry and comfortable here.

The roar of the rain on the roof of the hanger this morning made me thank that we were in a dry space. But we have to pack and go out again. Not yet.

Uhoh

Yesterday I looked forward in Farout. This was the first time I really took a good look at what we had to come. It looked quite brutal with multiple mountains of 3,000 feet.

He knew that Knockerz has been fighting with his hip after weeks outside the path. She had been doing so well strengthening himself in North Carolina to Tennessee and in Virginia. We have had multiple setbacks, but every time he returned.

The struggle of a strong woman

It was difficult to see Knockerz with so much pain again after all the hard work he did to strengthen himself before. But we are about to be in the most challenging section of the AT.

So this morning I thought a lot and if this makes sense that Knockerz continues. She was also worried about a continuous.

So we decided that the intelligent was to separate it again. She leaves the road. She is not renouncing. She has come out repeatedly after multiple weakening setbacks. Every time he gives him all his effort again to recover his strength.

I have seen her drag her leg in the mountains in North Carolina and Tennessee. The VI dragging its leg again yesterday. She has made hundreds of miles from the Trail of the Apalaches and continued through the torture of cold, humid and supported pain. It is a sad day for both but necessary.

Mountains again

After a ferry driver picked up Knockerz, I took off after 11:00 on the path. The path was driving through a beautiful forest of firs. I could smell the firs especially after the rain last night and this morning.

It was a small climb to Warner Hill that provided a wonderful view of the distant mountains. The last time I looked at the mountains that was before Virginia. I could see in the distance the very high mountains that would soon be climbing.

Camp in the backyard

Melancholy put it while walking alone. I finally arrived in Dalton and I stopped at Tom’s place to prepare to spend the night in his backyard. It was like being a child sleeping again in a tent in the backyard.

Tom Levardi saw a hiker in 1979 who asked him where to stay in the city. He said that a motel and the hiker said he could not pay a motel, so Tom said he could launch a tent in his backyard. The next day, Tom arrived home and 2 hikers were on his porch. They had heard from the other hiker who had commented here and asked them what they were asked if they could also stay. The rest is history.

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