7 November 2018 Wednesday
Awoke to a beautiful sunrise this morning. Earth surfer and his dog Cabra (spanish word fro goat) hung out while I packed. We both agreed dry on the AT has a different meaning than dry at home. In the woods nothing really gets dry, more like damp.
Awoke to a beautiful sunrise this morning. Earth surfer and his dog Cabra (spanish word fro goat) hung out while I packed. We both agreed dry on the AT has a different meaning than dry at home. In the woods nothing really gets dry, more like damp.
So to have this experience. Go get a pair of socks and make them wet. Rung them out and hang them out overnight. Then in the morning put them on. How's that feel? It only takes a few minutes hiking until you get used to it. The thought in the back of my mind is, dry socks at the end of the day.
Today i traveled through Duncanon and stopped at the infamous Doyle. Look it up. Then up Peters mountain. 800 foot climb followed by a rock scramble. I spoke to other thru hikers and they said the rocks in PA are the worst.
Took my time getting to Clark's ferry shelter, 9 miles. This is the first night alone in a shelter. I'm scared mommy. Not really. It is very peaceful ad night closes in. Listening to the crickets, birds and an owl.
I had a little trail magic tonight. I was in the shelter when i heard a loud bang, like metal. Later when i put my food in the metal bear box I found 2 Rxbars. I ate one and it was yummy. I'll save the other for another day. My food is close on the daily rations. I have been getting hungrier each day.
It is now becoming routine. Get up with the sun. Hydrate and fill water containers, 2 liters. Then hike to the next shelter. Find water. Prepare for the evening. In bed at dark to journal, read, and pray. The end of another fine day.
God Bless
Sunrise from my bedroom
The susquehanna river from the west side
A few steps to get down the mountain to Duncanon
The infamous Doyle
Susquehanna river from the east side.
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