Flew into Asheville last night, stayed at some cheap Asheville motel. Woke up early—well, considering the time when I got in, 7:30a is early—paid my bill, bought postcards and Jeff my shuttler pulled up. Timing. Had pancakes and coffee at the NOC and was on the trail by 10a.
Told you I couldn't wait to come back.
Partly cloudy weather. no rain so far, just about perfect for the big uphill. And it is a big uphill. Which wasn't so bad, with a year's worth of fuel behind me.. It's now 1:30p and I'm at Sassafras Shelter for lunch though I'm not really hungry. Think I'll tank up on water and head for Sweetwater Gap for the night.
Met my first hiker today, Flatfoot from Florida, though he sounds 100 percent New York.
It's 8:15p,and I'm finally fed, cleaned and in bed. I am at Brown Fork Shelter I don't know what happened to Sweetwater Gap; didn't see it. I'm plenty pooped. Sixteen miles, and over that big hump of Cheoah Bald, too. It's gently raining. It kindly waited until I was done with my mac and cheese. Two Brits in the shelter, Bruno & Lawrence. I'm in the 'mid. I wanted privacy for my bath, and I think I'm just a bit cranky from missing home and being tired and all. Fontana tomorrow.
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