It rained all day. Light rain. Heavy rain. Straight. Diagonal. My feet were soaked in 20 minutes. My spirits, in 30.
We had planned to camp 2 miles shy of Damascus, but as my wet and muddy clothes clung to my skin, we decided to hike all the way through.
For lunch, we stopped into a shelter and fixed macaroni and cheese. A warm meal and a spirit pleaser.
We passed over into Virginia today. Here's hoping Tennessee will keep all her rain. Doubtful.
Rolled into town with soar wet feet. Quickly found out everything was booked up--no hotels here, just private residences and hostels. We found some vacancy at The Place, a hostel run by the Methodist Church.
However, the only bunks left were in the "sick" room. Word-of-mouth had indicated it was DNA with the stomach bug, so we had no problem sharing the space with him. Black Hawk and Hangman also joined us for the night.
Went to the local watering hole--Blue Blaze Cafe--for food, beverage and fellowship. We were joined by a slew of our buddies, and we also met some new faces. Here's to finishing the "mental" first quarter of the Appalachian Trail.
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