An Oreo mixed in with some crushed Newman O's
When I woke up this morning, I could hear the wind howling outside the shelter. Luckily the loft of the bard has four sides, so it was just backround noise as I packed up this morning.
I was on trail at 8:12 this morning. I spent the first part of the day walking along balds, which are really large open fields. I was walking at an angle the whole time in an attempt to stay on trail against the power and might of the wind. We easily had gusts of upwards of 70MPH. There were times when I had to completely stop and lean into the wind to keep it from knocking me over. It was the most amazing experience of the trip thus far.
Once I was back in the trees, I deemed it warm enough to walk in shorts and a T-shirt for the remainder of the day. It was quite enjoyable.
I spent the rest of the day walking through trees and interesting pasteurlands of eastern Tennessee.
At some point today I made my final cut into Tennessee, saying goodbye to North Carolina once and for all. The problem is that there is no sign marking this border, which is quite upsetting. I celebrated at Apple House Shelter but eating an Oreo, mixed in with some crushed Newman O's.
Towards the late afternoon, the clouds became ominously dark, and I was convinced mother nature was going to unleash another round of fury and might upon souther Appalachia, but it held off long enough to allow me to make it to the shelter with out becoming too wet.
It is once again raining though, but I am nice and dry in the shelter for the night. I am quite content with it raining at night, as long as it is clear(meaning not raining) during the day.
Tomorrow I shall go to Kincora Hostel, where I shall stay with the legendary Bob and Pat Peoples.
Tomorrow I shall call my school and see if I can coordinate visiting them in West Virginia, where they will be doing work with Habitat For Humanity.
Until then, good night, and good luck.
Kirby
Ga>ME 2008.
