It's 4:30, and I'm at the shelter—well, camped outside the shelter, which is packed. I pulled in about 3p. I though I would go farther, but my feet were (and are) so painful I said that's it. T's here, and Jamie, Gerber, Jazz, Docsson and Dutch—people I recognize from the cabins. See? Rain's good for something. T's waiting for CW and getting a little worried.
These accents are tripping me out! It's not everyone, but a lot of people. For instance, Jamie pronounces "supernatural" as "super natch your ell," with the accent on the "ell."
Misty all day today, except for an hour or so this afternoon when we got some sun, but now it's cloudy again. Also, because my feet hurt so much, I'm changing my expectations: instead of pushing hells bells for Wesser and the NOC, I'm going to do what I can to reach Hwy 76 and get into Hiawassee, assess how I'm doing, and probably arrange to get a ride out after passing the North Carolina border.
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