91-93 days: Trail Hounds – The Trek

We had a short 8 miles to meet our friend Jackie at the southernmost entrance of the Shenondoah National Park, near Waynesboro, Va. The morning was fresh and beautiful, and we arrived quite quickly.

We had the hope of eating in Waffle House for a late breakfast, but I was full on this Saturday work day. Then we settle for Golden Corral. This was the perfect food for us. We reached the right when the change from breakfast was occurring to lunch, so our first dish was filled to the edge with eggs, bacon, sausage and empanadas bonds, spouses, hash of canned meat, French toasts, cinnamon rolls and any other account that we could fit. By the time we were ready for the second dish, lunch was expelled. I obtained fried okra, three different types of thrown meats, festoney potatoes, silent puppies and other varied items. For dessert, I went with bread pudding and a soft vanilla service. All washed with a 32 oz iced tea a half sweet and a half without sugar. Our hunger was scattered, even if it is only for a few hours.

We went to Walmart for a refueling, followed by seven arrows elaborating. Each of us we have two beers and we are on the path and life of the Jackie mountain. We all used to work together in West Virginia.

Jackie gently offered to take us back home, about two hours away. Although it was a tour, we forced it. On the trip there, I mainly tried to calm any automobile disease that I obtained from WV’s windy roads.

We start the clothes, we shower and help prepare dinner. Our cat stays with a friend nearby, so we had to visit our little girl! She reminded us and even showed some trees a little and running as she loves to dusk. I love her.

The next day, we get up and prepare for the trip back to the path. Jackie made us coffee and breakfast. We arrive on time and walk at 9:30.

We plan to walk 20 miles, hit the brewery of the devil’s spine and defend a final mile to camp at night. We achieved all this easily thanks to the beautiful work of soft trails and trails.

When we reached the road to which the devil’s skeleton, a father, a daughter and two dogs were connected, had just finished his walk. We express that we were looking for a trip, and at first, the father was not sure, but then he offered us a walk! It turns out that it is an old one through Hiker and is ready for the weekend of South Carolina. His path of path is the fi nail.

After reaching the complex, that is, DBB, we leave our names to sit for dinner. We enjoyed our first beers in some adirondack chairs and saw many poorly trained dogs try to navigate a very populated space with straps with their oblivions to their owners to the helm.

Our dinner was decent, and the race race race was evident in the service. We fill our water capacity for the edge and proceed to get hooked on the path. The first person we talked to offered a walk and was equipped with a good story to tell his friends about picking up the autoestopists when he returned to the ski resort they had rented.

We start our last mile to the shelter for the night. On the way, we saw a lost -looking dog running along the way. There is no collar and very scared, unfortunately we could not avoid the lost guy.

The next day we had a lot of ascent to wait. Our first time above 4,000 feet from Vermont! We cross a river with a suspension bridge and we were on the way through the Priest mountain!

Around one mile until the rise of four miles, two dogs reached the barrel towards me, barking their faces. Both were little scared, and while I kept walking, they followed me uphill! Nick was a little ahead of me, so my two new friends walked for a few minutes to reach it. They both had necklaces, and with some persuasion through a strawberry pop film, I was able to take a picture of one of their necklaces to obtain the number of their parents.

We did not have any cell service here, so Nick and I made the decision to walk these two towards the way to try to contact this number.

Around half a mile of undoing all our uphill progress, the two dogs caught an aroma of something for a ravine towards the bed bed. There was no way to return them, so we turned and headed uphill. I thought we would have service very soon once the trees were opened.

Indeed, I did it and called the number. These hunting dogs live nearby but do not have their usual tracking necklaces. I thought they were hunters of some kind. The person thanked me for calling and was going to send his son to recover them.

I suppose this is my redemption for not being able to help the night of the previous night.

Finally we arrive at the top of the priest and the shelter of the priest. Traditionally, hikers confess their sins in the registration book of the path located here. We made our own tickets and enjoyed lunch after acquitting our sins of paths.

Just a little more climbing and descending took us to Spy Mountain and then a scattered camp for the night.

Once we were about to get into bed, three more hunting dogs came to visit our store. They did not stay for a long time, but we have surely filled ourselves with adorable waits for a few days.

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