There and back: my adventure of the Apalaches continues!

I’m still here! An unexpected turn of events and the family emergency brought me the path last month. Due to time and resources, I decided to stay at home, prepare my daughter for school and see her for her first year of university. I have lost my life of the path, but I do not regret the time I spent with my family for a very stressful moment.

But I am back baby, like Pamela Anderson and ugly ugly doll collectibles. Okay, then I could have lost my legs, suffer a slight case of damn altitude, and I have recovered the 30 pounds I lost, but my path runners are true, my heart is happy and the weather is far more pleasant than it was in July.

The last time we left our brave Geriatric Gallivanter, had made a serious mileage, learned hard lessons and climbed powerful mountains. All of which brought me next to Franklin’s fair coasts, NC, the details are a bit nebulous (and my diaxy diary, unfortunately), but in my words «I broke the early camp,» I went through a lovely forest (when didn’t it?), And «I felt strong and happy» despite crying for some personal problems Angsty. After a brief walk, the co -owner of the Grove Hostel picked me up, the incomparable Willow. I don’t think I met a sweeter and more genuine person on the way or anywhere! She and her partner Bluebs are through hikers who opened the forest not long ago, and it is a well -managed oasis, immaculately clean and organized, comfortable with easy access to everyone who Franklin has to offer.

Willow & Owlet!

Faithful to the past patterns, I stayed much longer than there should be in Franklin, but in my defense I made a bag of slack, I bought the necessary equipment, I curled up and published a backward blog, and made an excessive amount of socialization with other hikers. Besides that my Prail Pal Ash was in the city, I became friends with a cheerful team with which I enjoyed libations and talks. I had never understood in the past how people could spend hours in pubs, but now I see that, at least for me, it is the company. We speak for hours about the team and things that only through hikers care, while we consume massive amounts of carbohydrates and fatty foods. Hiker Hunger had come home for real and remains at this juncture of the trip. As noted above, my notes are scarce, but some outstanding aspects are visiting Franklin 76 infamitter, obtaining my officially 2025 officer in Buff, knowing a colorful trio of homosexual men dressed in kilts (who were visiting the museum of Scottish tarte City of the city. «To the city of the city (a particular city of mine from mine. of the property, balance gently under the fairies of fairy and chat at night with ashes.

Ash enjoying the cozy sun’s room at Hostel Grove.

I just reviewed my notes and would be negligent by not mentioning my poison ivy! What I originally took when some scratches lit in a horrible case that has not yet cleared more than three months later. Close the legs, people, because the foliage is not always your friend! Fortunately, Willow was in possession of medicine that greatly mitigated my discomfort. I had no idea that eruptions would remain for Eons after the worst had happened. I will save the images, but they were both legs in multiple areas and three medications and weeks of diligence were needed to calm the insidious itching monster.

Leaving Franklin, I had a series of notable matches. The first was a glorious waterfall, which I will never tire of seeing. At first I developed a tradition of sharing the «cascade of the day» with my youngest son. Its beauty sometimes from another world does not always translate through a limited half of smartphones, but I tried. My children and I have always had an affinity for the water of any kind, and the water crosses are first level pleasures for me and mine! The second adventure of the path was a long and almost mysterious encounter with a couple of crows. They run big in Apalachy and are unusually noisy, even more than their crow of the ears inducting garden. These two followed me through a stretch of wood, flying synchronously and making such a row, I was wondering if they were not calling a complete murder of their companions for some avian pranks.

Waterfall of the day!

And speaking of mischief, my 12 -year -old internal child was not disappointed by this manipulation of quite youthful path signs. He took a spell fair to realize that «swinging Dick Gap» was not the real name of the place. And regardless of my shameful fun, vandalism and graffiti are never great people! Leave the insinuation for real Bring names from places like «Big Butt Bypass.»

Unfortunately, I need to move my own Derrière, Decams of the cozy surroundings of my cafeteria writing cafeteria and climb my camp outside the network. I have a long date with the path of the Apalaches at the first time! Hopefully in the next few weeks, my writing chops return along with my trail fitness.

Next: Calds, bad and farewells.

PD, I will update my mileage in the next publication! And apologize for never making a list of changes. I can’t understand how to publish it correctly. 😅

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