Woke up and watched the sunrise while I cooked and ate. Its the warmest morning so far on trail I wrote in my journal. when you wake up early and exit a shelter you try to make as little noise as possible. for some reason whenever I try to do this it almost never works. This morning I drop my canister, pot, and lid on the hard dirt floor. I cook on a hill 20 yards from the shelter so I can think out loud whilst I eat and pack.
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| Nothing like that food-bag dawn. |
I am hiking at 8 am. Waking up early and hiking hard until noon would become my ideal hiking day. those hours don't count really, and you generally don't get bonus hours at the end of the day.
As I sit for a break a few miles later, a whistling Mr. Bluesky comes arround the bend. I am not sure how he got his named, but if I had to guess, it may have something to do with his ever sunny disposition. He hikes on through and I don't catch up to him until lunch. At Trimpi shelter I chill with Bluesky and Flex, Bluesky is finishing his 13 thru-hike tomorrow in Atkin, VA but I would see Flex on and off until Katahdin.
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| One of my favorite parts of Virginia is crossing the fields between ridges. |
Just before a dirt road, there is a tent set up with some coolers underneath. Its pretty warm out at this point so I sit underneath. I find a luke warm root beer. In any other scenario most people would turn this down without a flinch. For me, a welcome treat. Ill take all the sugary boost juice I can get, but really just one, so others can enjoy the warmth.
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| Trail Magic! |
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