"Smooth sailing" to the shelter
I no longer try to assume whether a day will be easier or harder in comparison to the previous day, I always seems to be wrong.
The trail today was once again very rocky, which drove me insane. Virginia has been a very rocky state thus far.
Once I hit the top of the Priest, it was a sharp descent to the Tye River. My toes were jamming quite a bit into the front of my boots.
After lunch at the Tye River, I began the death march to the top of the Three Ridges. This climb was long, steep, and hard. Plenty of rocks and 80 degree heat made me a very miserable hiker.
After that it was "smooth sailing" to the shelter.
Physically, I am perfectly content with how my body is performing. Mentally, I am exausted. Virginia has been a very tough state, and I have been feeling the effects of it lately. I have not been enjoying the hiking lately, which is very unfortunate.
Tomorrow is a new day. I think I will walk 16 miles, giving my body a little break. That will put me five miles south of the road crossing for Waynesboro, giving me a short day Sunday.
Time for dinner number two.
And that's the way it was.
Kirby
Ga>ME 2008.