Cold front in the atmosphere

Brrr! It's cold out here! There must be a cold front in the atmosphere.

I awoke to frzen boots, frost on my tent, and snow on the ground. The frigid temperatures made it extremely difficult to get moving this morning. I spent a solid 10-15 minutes attempting to put my frozen boots on my semi-cold feet. Weather forcasts are pretty useless out here, but this cold front is supposed to cause mahem somewhere else soob. That would be delightful.

I then began the six mile march to Max's Patch, the first place on this trip where I had a natural, un-ubstructed 360 degree view. I could see the Smokies to the south, and some randome mountains of Appalachia to the north, my destination of course.

I then meandered my way to Walnut Mountain Shelter, where I shall sleep tonight.

Tomorrow I shall descend into Hot Springs, NC, where I shall have some much needed rest and relaxation. I look forward to being clean once more.

I also hope that the people I have been hiking with for about a week now catch me in town. I am at the point where I have settled into my own little group, and I was starting to get to know a lot of the people around me.

I am also at the point where I become upset when I find out someone I knew pretty well left trail. It's almost as if a part of me has left trail.

That's the way of the trail. You become really close to the people around you, and you learn to trust them, and they learn to trust you.

I suppose it comes with the experience.

I shall now prepare to eat dinner, and think about tomorrow.

And that's the way it was.

Kirby

Ga>ME 2008.