The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater — a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.
Finagling somewhat of a balancing act and industriously trying to get to the other side of this week... like here when I forgot my backpack cover and used my tent fly instead in torrential downpour. Ya do what ya gotta do to get by.
So, see you tomorrow Massachusetts 👋🏼
26 mile 3 day hike with 27 pounds on my back. Fell into a stream, broke my glasses, and ran into some trail magic from a stranger who offered me her magnesium pills and saved me from throwing up all over Clingman’s Dome. Again and again I keep going out there and can’t wait to go back!