It started raining around 1:30 a.m. and again at 4:30 a.m. When we began stirring around seven it was still sprinkling. Good. It is always heartbreaking to make plans around the weathermen, and then the forecast turns out incorrect.
Doc drove us to the bus stop to drop off Cliff Note. We met Cliff Note in Vermont, a real nice college kid from North Carolina (we won't hold his UNC ties against him). Nicknamed a "mayfly" because he started in early May, he flew by us because he wanted to finish before the school year started. Not long after, he realized he had to hike high 20s through some of the hardest but most beautiful sections of the trail. Instead, he opted to spend the remaining time on the trail enjoying the scenery, culture and people. Although it was sad to see this part of his journey come to a close, we wish him the best of luck.
The sun started shining around noon, but the clouds remained and clung tightly to the mountains. I'll just assume that it was absolutely miserable and windy and rainy up there. It helps us justify taking a zero.
Our legs are antsy. We're ready to hike, but we have to be safe. To ease our wandering spirits, we walked around town and caught a movie, Despicably Me 2. We also killed some time at Books-a-million reading about new adventures.
We fired up some hiker food for dinner and settled in for the incoming thunderstorm.
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