Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Tat, tat, tat, tat

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Tat, tat, tat, tat. The rain was falling, and I had to prepare to walk through it. This is becoming old quite rapidly.

I packed up quite rapidly this morning, knowing I had a hostel waiting for me at the end of the day. I was on trail at 7:45AM, a pretty early start for me.

There was nothing special about today's hike. There were ups and downs, twists and turns. Every now and then I would walking along an interesting stream, or pass through an interesting gap.

My mind has been with me lately. I spend my days thinking about many different things. This is a low point of my journey thus far. I am looking forward to having high morale again. I am looking forward to rediscovering the reason I am out here.

I rolled in Kincora around 2:25PM. I immediately showered and did laundry. Being clean is quite lovely. I enjoy not having dirt on my face or hands. I enjoy smelling like a normal human being.

At 4PM I was taken to town for dinner and resupply. I only need three days of food to get me to Damascus, Virginia.

Bob Peoples is a wonderful man. He is a nice New Englander, who now lives in the south. He will talk with you about the trail for hours, if you want, and you will most likely enjoy every minute. He is a legend of the trail, and I now understand why. He deserves every ounce of respect he has.

Tomorrow I shall walk on. I am now on my final approach to Damascus, Virginia, I will not zero, but I will have some rest. I need to spend less time in town, and more time in the woods.

My ankles are starting to hurt me as well. Right now I am wearing trail runners, and I believe I shall switch to regular boots.

It is time to prepare for tomorrow.

And that's the way it was.

Kirby

Ga>ME 2008.