Day 8: Red Things


Red day lily at the Top of Georgia Hostel in Hiawassee. 

I nearoed in to Top of Georgia this morning and finally got a coveted cup of hot coffee (mediocre, but there was real cream to liven it up) and an even more coveted hot shower.  I was in there for a very long time.

Dang if the Boy Scouts didn’t catch up to me here.

Scrubs—not a selling point, man.

Also, they give you scrubs to wear while they do your laundry.   It’s actually a selling point!  I declined, having decided to be done with health care and, by extension, hideous, hideous scrubs for EVER.  In town, though, I spotted a couple of hikers in scrubs hobbling away from the grocery, looking a little lost and vaguely like they’d escaped the mental hospital.  

Like I said, not a selling point! 

More red things:


Red toad. 




Wild azaleas. 




Fire pinks. 




Leftover from last year? 


Day 7: Danger Noodle!


Weird, glorious day today, with only a rattlesnake for company.  Seriously, I didn’t see a single person.  Not one.  I’m at mile 65.7—Deep Gap Shelter—and not one soul is here.

But it’s early and that could change.  I think I finally escaped the unfriendly Boy Scouts.  I’d been leap frogging them for three days and last saw one of their leaders at the Blue Mountain Shelter where I stopped for lunch.  The 12 of them were staying there as was another group of 13 plus at least 4 others I’d camped with the night before.  So, skedaddle I did! 

Today was a good day for toads. 


How do they get up there?  I mean, where do they lay their eggs when there are no ponds?

How do they get up there?  I mean, where do they lay their eggs when there are no ponds?

And the first Indian Pipes of the year.



And a refreshing head dunk!


How inviting!

How inviting!


Tomorrow I nearo in to the Top of Georgia hostel.  Shower first, then beer.