The morning started out optimistically with a view of the green hills blue skies and perfectly arranged clouds . But after climbing a seemingly endless bald, the fog rolled in the wind picked up and the trail again was filled with treacherous rocks lying in wait for an unsuspecting ankle. My joints began to throb and I began to think it will never get better . Never. I was miserable , more miserable than Treys Gap when I was sure I would get blown off the mountain . More miserable than blue blazing through the smokies. Miserable. Done? No I can’t be, I thought . But I was thinking it.
Then I started descending into the protection of the woods and Dave a section hiker from Charlotte showed up . I got talking , picked up my pace, and forgot about my aches and pains. We hiked at the speed of light to the bottom where his car awaited to drop me off at a burger stand. I ate the best, I mean the best hamburger and fries EVER. Washed it down with some of Miss Betty sweet tea and got a ride back to the trail from a local pastor who is also a hiker and even works part time with the military. His wife crowded in the back with an infant t, a toddler, and a look that said her husband does this all the time .
Still with the taste of Miss Bettys sweet tea, I ascended the mountain thinking I should have had some of her peanut butter cake too. The day was glorious. The trail filly turned into hard packed dirt covered with , leaves , kinda what you think a trail should look like . I found an awesome spot by the small fast flowing stream and met Finch a budding ornohthologist from Carlisle Pa. We talked about our home state and eventually I fell asleep under the full moon. Done no, masterful , yes.