Today we broke camp at 830 so we are getting better. I’m the one last up. Today we climbed to Virginia’s highest peak and surprisingly no rain. But the damp conditions did a number on loris feet and the pack, 90 cc did a number to my psyche.
We got to see Virginia’s wild ponies up close and personal. Then after we dropped down to the corral we met a trail volunteer who was headed back to Damascus so we hitched a ride to town. He is returning to the trail tomorrow and will take me back minus my little family .
I miss them already , it’s going to be really rough . It was trying, trying to meld my 4 weeks on the trail with Lori and Belle just starting. Each day had its moments which made it painfully obvious that I am still growing in the grace department.
I’m heart broken. It’s the right call and the only thing that will get me up tomorrow is knowing they will be back.