Our morning began as usual. We made breakfast and gathered our things, and headed on the way. Approximately half a mile, we find a professional kitchen. Cool! He found us. This legendary Angel de Trail Trail is in the year 13 to provide meals to hikers, and today he chose us to feed us. Although we had just eaten, he hit us some fried potatoes, fried bacon, eggs in his own way, blueberry and coffee banana pancakes. I ate everything that served.
He directs his services through donations under a non -profit organization. None of the money you collect goes to your personal expenses; Everything is for hikers.
He planned to meet us later that day for dinner too. We said our destiny for the night, and he knew just where to meet. Another hiker, a flip-flopper called Raindance, passed just when we sat down to eat. He was given a complete dish of food and stayed in the same refuge as us tonight.
We ended up walking with Raindance all day. It is very nice to have other hikers to talk and walk.
We were entering a beautiful path, and the weather was fresh all day.
Before we find fresh land again, we reach the 800 mile mark. Caste 800 miles, that’s. We are in a countdown now instead of counting how we have been doing.
We arrived at the parking lot at 5 pm, and FG was already cooking a storm. Hamburgers, hot dogs, french fries, Chile and a large salad were in the menu. He cut the fries of huge potatoes and cold. The Hot Dogs had 1/4 of lb and combined well with the can of Chile it had. I washed my food with three cups of Gatorade Azul, sitting in a comfortable back chair.
Raindance joined shortly after Nick and I sat down, and about twenty minutes later, Tennessee’s brothers did too! FG had fed them yesterday, and they did it right in time for another meal.
Fresh Ground planned to meet us again in a few days. This was such a pleasant and unexpected surprise to have this magic of the path of the path, especially as the southern towers. And for a path of path so legendary. We did the last 0.4 mile walk directly in a hill, such as what it feels like tradition at this time. Large climbs after large meals at the end of the day.
The next day, we had only 10 miles planned before going to Glasgow, Va. We needed a very small refueling, showers and a laundry load. Raindance planned to move Stanimals, a shelter in the city. We also decided to go here to make a fast inside and outside, and also take a meal.
On the way to the parking lot of James River Foot Bridge, our meeting place, I found two mature fruits of potatoes to eat. We enjoy these when we arrive at the beginning of the path.
While they are not the most beautiful or clean hostel we have found, it has the essentials. There were $ 25 each for a day pass that included showers, towels, loan clothes, laundry and general use of space. Some interesting characters were spinning, and together with the general disorder of the place, our decision not to spend the night took very easily.
We enjoy a meal of buffalo chicken strips, a Cheesteak for Nick and a ziti dinner baked for me in the only city restaurant called Scotto’s. The service was excellent and the food was quite good.
We made our refueling in a general dollar market, a luxury DG. Then we walk back to Stanimals to wait for our clothes to end and pack our bags.
It was only 2:30 pm when we returned to the path, and we had chosen to stay in a shelter 3 miles from our delivery point. This would give us a little time to relax tonight while starting early in the morning. The other thing that is difficult to stay in the city to spend the night is to wait a trip back to the path and potentially have a really late beginning.
We had some time to hang out before establishing the store and dinner. Nick even tried to take a nap.
The signs of fall are evident with acorns of torpedoes that fall from the trees. With luck, none hit us in the head.
Around 10:45 pm, both woke us thick for a lot of barking through our camp. In my sleep state, I thought it was more hunting dogs. But Nick refuted that it was probably a coyotes package. I am glad that they have not come to investigate our store. We left the rainfly open, and I really didn’t feel to scare a lot of mischievous dogs.
The next day, we begin to climb immediately. The height of our day was more than 4,200 feet, and we started under-1000. With a belly full of surpluses Ziti, maintain energy and courage to climb and climb and climb.
We left the James River Face desert for the Thunder Ridge desert. The climbs were a very friendly rating, and the path and the land we walked were absolutely beautiful. Much of the area where we were seemed recently. He gave way to an almost western vegetation of fresh appearance.
We reach a point of view connected to a parking lot with garbage cans. I felt relieved to launch my food to take food container that occupied the entire space in my Gallon Ziploc garbage bag.
Finally, we arrive at the Apple Orchard Mountain Summit. This was equipped with a huge orb that really looked like the world’s largest football ball. I even had seams as a football ball would.
We did not take a real rest of lunch, but I requested a quick break before the final thrust of the day. As soon as we sat and took out our snacks, thunder and the wind began to move. I had cell service and checked the radar. The severe electric storms moved quickly. The last thing we had reviewed, earlier that day, there were twenty percent of light rain possibilities. Only a few hours later, a decent size cell had moved higher from us.
To dismay from my sore feet, we cut the rest. We had to make some movements. We were out of the burning zone, but the big winds are dangerous trees. The nearest shelter was 1.5 miles away, which would take about 30 minutes to arrive. When we reached it, we were soaked and under our rain team. It didn’t make much sense to stop and cool even though the rain was still pouring, so we press five other miles to the shelter in which we stayed at night.
Thunder and rays were directly on us during much of the storm, and the path quickly became an active stream. All this happened very fast, and once we realized that we were safe and simply breaking through puddles, it was actually quite fun. All my clothes and shoes were wet, and there was nothing I could do about it. And that’s fine! These things will dry.
We arrive at our house at night much faster than expected and extend our things to at least go to the air. There is no possibility that nothing really dries overnight, so it was the super smelly goal. We stayed at the Bryant Ridge shelter, which is one of the largest in the AT, which fits around 20 people inside. Tonight, we were only both and any servant also settled.
My phone had water in the cargo port and will not take a charge until it is dry, which could take hours. So I am finishing this daily report on exactly 1% of the battery.
