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Day 7. Almost twenty miles. Some of them through a thunderstorm. Classic AT hiking.
What it’s like to be dry and smug while watching clouds scatter their showers over an exceptionally beautiful pastoral Virginia valley.
I’m at that awkward stage in my hike where I don’t know anyone and all the thru hikers ignore me, no doubt thinking I’m some lowly section hiker or, worse, just out for an overnight trip.
I’m not gonna lie, y’all. I’m ready to do something else now. Something other than spend my entire day walking in the woods.
So today I became that hiker I usually try hard not to be. I became that hiker who puts her head down and churns out miles.
It wasn’t until I was bundled up in my sleeping bag at the end of the day, updating my log book, that I realized I’d crossed the last big threshold of this odyssey—the 500 mile mark.
The end really is in sight, now.
I crossed my final state line, today, and it was bittersweet.
The Stealth Site Maven continues her run of holding out for the perfect place to camp.
I knew there was a tent site next to the Albert Mountain fire tower and last time I hiked through here, in 2018, I promised myself I would camp up here. And so I did.
Good things happened all day, today. But they did not involve donuts.
With trail legs comes hiker hunger. I am dreaming of donuts every step of the way, now.
I’m getting my trail legs, now. And it feels good to move, even uphill. It feels good to feel good.
