As usual, I made a midday decision to cut the mileage short…12 miles to Warspur Shelter rather than pushing another 6. But, this is what’s great about this trip…eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m dry.
This is an electronic version of a journal entry I wrote on this date in 1998 when I was hiking the Appalachian Trail as King Cheese.
Dylan’s got the right idea. I’m beginning to enjoy Virginia less than before, as it’s gotten rockier and the views are exceedingly unspectacular. Dragon’s Tooth and Mcafee Knob are coming up shortly though, so the spirits may shift back again quickly. Plus, having the Walkman for parts of the day is nice too. It’s keeping me sane when I’m about to lose it.