Pour Bastard - Appalachian Trail Journal - 2011

Wooda, kooda, shuda

Well, we were trying for the Clyde Smith shelter that would be about 14 miles and put us back on track. The day started fine enough and we got out of camp by about 9:00am. The hills were a bit more challenging that the day before as our legs were betraying us for going farther and longer than we had trained for and planned for. About half way through the day, it became apparent that we weren't going to be able to do the miles. When HPP & I sat down for ANOTHER break after ANOTHER hill, we pulled out the map.

"You know," I started, "the Greasy Creek Friendly Hostel is just about .6 miles off the trail. Now I know she has a car so there's got to be a road and I bet if I can get cell phone service I could call up Dave and MAYBE he would come and pick us up." HPP was amazed at the prospect of another night in a soft bed, and a shuttle ride to paradise. It was 4:30 when I made the call and to our amazement Dave said it would be no problem to come get us. I tell you, those folks at Mountain Harbour are the nicest people. And to boot, we they had a room available that we could stay in. What the heck, it's a little more expensive but we are on vacation. HPP didn't mind one bit.

We made the .6 to Greasy Creek and I would swear is more like a good, long miles down from the trail but with happy feet we were off. Dave showed up as planned and we were fat and happy riding back to Mountain Harbour B&B for slack packing it the next day. We needed it!

Entry 34 of 35
First  :: Previous  :: Next  :: Last