Woke up to the sun, dark red, peaking through the trees. It was short-lived. I looked again and it was gone, only to be replaced by rain moments later.
The rain only lasted in the morning. The mosquitoes, on the other hand, lasted all day, and had over-welcomed their stay by evening. They even watched us as we went to sleep, peering hungrily in on us from the mesh walls of our tent.
The Appalachian Trail took us down St. John's Ledges, and a steep, stony downhill. I fell twice, and even the mighty B fell once.
The trail flattened out as we walked along the Housatonic River. My feet felt shredded, so we stopped for an early lunch to allow my feet time to dry out.
Later on, the trail brought us to the widest stream crossing to date: Guinea Brook. Rushing water; haphazard rocks and downed trees as stepping stones; great. Nerve-racking, but we crossed incident free.
At camp we did our best to reduce the mosquito population, but I have a feeling it's a never-ending game, with only us as the losers. B and DNA finished the night with a game of chess.
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