My peaceful night sleep was interrupted with loud thunder, lightning and rain. My tent started to take on water. The rain was pushed out by the 40mph winds. I thought my tent was going to blow away. It was scary but I wasn’t scared…. I prayed like Jonah. My tent stayed in tact, I was up at dawn and on my way. My 20 miles from the day before didn’t matter much, I was getting out of there. As I got up to Trey gap shelter I met a guy going the other way. He was thru hiking too but was going the wrong way. After he got turned around I found him to be the perfect hiking partner. He is a bicycler, my age, and laughs at everything I say. We are now joined. He found signs along the way and after a short hike off the trail had a no kidding full breakfast, ala Trail Magic. Love TM!
We hiked out and had turkey sandwiches, cola and a moon pie. ala TM. Now we are staying at a hostel, still camping out cause the rooms are full but I got a shower, got my stuff washed, could dry out my decrepit tent and resupplied in town. My trail buddy, Soil, (from Southern IL) and me, Wizard (what the Marines used to call Psychs) are here for the night. The worst night ever turned into the best day yet.