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Every so often a day comes when it feels like “they” are moving the shelter. No matter how fast you hike, how often you check your watch or FarOut, how much time passes, the end never comes. It feels like you’re grinding away on a treadmill, going nowhere.
I was on trail, by 7:20 and basically before anyone at the hostel had started unfurling. I’m always twitchy after a day spent NOT doing the thing I’m here for, so it was good to be walking. Even though it was under the duress of trying to stay ahead of literally everyone behind me.
It would have been easy enough to hike into Pearisburg yesterday, but one thing I know about myself and my hiking style is that I still love to sleep out in the woods, especially if I’ve found a lovely campsite with a view.
Trail coffee is bad just so town coffee will be awesome. I set myself up for a near-o into Pearisburg where there’s a coffee shop with my name all over it.
