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Rosey - Appalachian Trail Journal - 2018

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City: Flagstaff
State: AZ
Country: USA
Begins: May 20, 2018
Direction: Northbound

Daily Summary
Date: Sat, May 26th, 2018
Start: 102
End: 120.2
Daily Distance: 18.2
Trip Distance: 127.7

Journal Stats
Entry Visits: 45
Journal Visits: 1,217
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Unrolling toilet paper to the counting crows

Quick walk through fog into Franklin for a resupply. I was wondering how hitching would be, waited 20 minutes for each ride. Thank you sidewinder and banana boat!

My hiker smell has returned. Not once in the woods did I notice my smell. But as soon as I got in the grocery store I kept noticing it. I sat on the chairs outside the entrance, unrolled toilet paper to the counting crows. Life is good.

Climbed up and started the trek across the infamous balds in the south. First Siler bald, watching the band of rain across the valley and realizing oh that’s coming right at me. Then Wayah bald, made it right as a rainbow was appearing. When it disappeared, I did too and went downhill a mile to a shelter.

Sat around an unlit campfire with other hikers. When it got dark, I went to go hang my food bag (rumor is that 23 food bags have been taken this year in northern GA / southern NC). I don’t remember the exact series of events but it went something like this: clip in food bag and other end shoots up since I didn’t hold it down so I have to rethrow my line over a tree. It starts down pouring. I try a few more times, get it back up on the branch. I start to pull my food bag up and the branch breaks, must’ve had it on a twig. I try again a few times, completely soaked and full of mud at this point. It tangles into the worst of knots. I run back to the shelter, spend 15 minutes untangling the rope, go back out to try and hang again, get it tangled on the first throw. At this point I’m losing it, getting frustrated trying to toss a line over a tree branch with a dim ass headlamp in a hurricane. I breathe, try again, and get the line to hang. I ran back to the shelter, splashing through mud, thinking “this is why I love hiking.” Low lows but high highs.

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