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.
And the first Indian Pipes of the year.
And a refreshing head dunk!
Tomorrow I nearo in to the Top of Georgia hostel. Shower first, then beer.