Chipping away at the trail. I passed through Erwin Tennessee. I came down from the mountain and showed up at Uncle Johnny’s Hostel to cheers from my friends Frisbee and Middle Brother. They quickly took my pack to weigh it to confirm what they thought, I have just about the heaviest pack on the trail.
My feet have just been torched by my new boots, so I was in my flipflops.
It was nice to get some rest after a rough week. Things just did not go my way last week. But I put my big girl panties on and kept trucking. If I hadn’t kept going I would have met this sweet put Jerry Garcia. We are cataracts buddies and we get each other.
Here’s hoping for some better days.