Not to much going on, I still need time to heal. After 10 miles I’m feeling maxed out and hobbling again. I’m looking to heal up and not drag this on. These waters are the best a hiker can do to ice yourself down. And it does make a difference.
The social hiking routine has given way to everyone doing what feels most comfortable to them, some time ago. We break camp at different times, hike at different speeds, make plans for the next spot and arrive separately. Sometimes you make it, sometimes you don’t and roll solo a night and try to catch up. Most days I spend hiking alone.
Moving slowly, I’ve encountered another great character named Sir Stops A Lot. I’ve actually run into him a few times at prior camps. He’s been section hiking the AT since 1984.
We had lunch on the trail and shared some laughs about our time at The Station.
I’m making my way to another river site about 5 miles down. The late seasonal start is finally producing some more colorful blooms.
And the rains are causing the fungus among us to grow well too.
I landed another river spot by a series of smaller falls and went straight to soaking sore legs and feet. Forest has been packing in an intertube since Hot Springs. We looked ahead on the map and figured it would come in handy a few times until Watauga Lake.