The day started with a few rain drops which made me scurry to break camp at 7 but the sun broke through for another nice Virginia day. The climb was tough but walking the ridge line was tougher. I set out to walk 20 but hiked 22 to another site by a babbling brook. Actually 23 if I count the 1/2 mile I walked down hill for needed water. In camp the 16 year old population doubled so it’s not just the brook. I don’t remember ever being that happy but if I was I’m sure I was pretty obnoxious.
I meet so many happy people along the way that it’s bewildering. I’m not trying to punish myself out here but despite the beauty that’s what I seem to do. I’ve slowed my pace, I stop and take pictures and even some times I stop just to touch the texture of the trees. But nonetheless by the end of the day I feel like I am in soccer camp . It mystifying to watch how quickly others bond out here, how interested in where we are from, where did we come from and where are we going. Those and what’s your trail name seem to be the best conversation starters. After that I got nothing and generally drift back to my tent or walk down to the water to wash my socks. I know I am missing out but I’m tired and feel at times I simply have little to give. I’d like to be more a part of the culture out here but so far I’m more of an observer/participant.