Leaving Roan, still struggling a good deal, Forest and I take it easy for a couple more days before turning it up some.
Like most towns and gaps, a large climb starts right after them.
I’m grateful for the great sections of easy trail along the way.
On the way to Jones Falls we encountered a random cemetery.
We had to look to see the oldest marked grave. John Potter, born 1813.
As hikers, we also had snacks while we wondered the grounds…
We didn’t leave The Station until around 4pm, my smart charger adapter fried and I was waiting on the mail. So once we made Jones Falls, it was near dark and I was still hobbling along some.
The potential for tomorrow morning’s coffee to be on a waterfall, along with a shower in the morning sun, sounded to good.