I have a funny feeling I am going to sleep well

It seems that the trail wanted to give me a glimpse of hell today, it was an experience I hope to never have again.

I was feeling a tad bit sluggish this morning, so i hit trail at 6:45AM instead of the usual 6:20-6:40AM.

The trail today was the rockiest, on a consistent basis, day in Pennsylvania. It was as if the lord of the rocks was sent down to ensure the destruction of every bone in my body.

There was not much elevation change today. My mis2ery was due to the rocks and nothing else.

At Herlein Campsite I stumbled upon a group of college age kids, presumably out to celebrate the Memorial Day weekend with a little party on the AT.

Three miles later I came upon the "Fort Dietrich Snyder Marker", which is a tombstone memorial of some sorts to the French and Indian Wars.

After lunch at the junction for the Sand Spring Trail, I continued my push to Port Clinton.

Later on the trail follows an old dirt road, and I nearly got lost. The trail was not marked, so I just assumed I was going the right way.

After some more rocks and an extremely sharp descent, I rolled into Port Clinton.

First I went to the outfitter and learned that their hostel is not up and running. I decided to walk down to the pavillion and tent, this is where I bumped into Cookie. He showed me how to properly pitch my tent.

We were about to go to dinner when I realized my debit card was missing. After searching around, I confirmed it must have fallen out of my pocket at some point.

Cookie loaned me some money while I handled the situation. I found a local in town who was willing to let me use her phone because there is no cell phone reception here. I contacted my dad and he agreed to wire me money and to send me his debit card for our joint banking account.

Tonight I am tenting, and I have a funny feeling I am going to sleep well. Today took its toll on me, my zero tomorrow will be good for my aching body.

Good night, and good luck.

Kirby

Ga>ME 2008.