Mile 601.9—Bush camp [17.1 miles]
Sunday, May 5
Man, the hundreds are coming quick this time, aren’t they?
No bears last night, but it rained buckets. Then it rained all morning, hard—but just 2 miles ahead, my leapfrog buddies Tye and Mike just got sprinkles. That’s the second or third time that the weather’s been substantially different just a few miles away.
Foggy today, although the sun finally peeked out at around 5 pm. The trail was pretty dead. I think a lot of people fled into town (Bland, VA) to get out of the rain. Or the non-rain.
The trail was easy, easy walking today. Soft and brown, despite the mud. It was like an apology for the last two days, which were difficult. In fact, I heard from Thunderpee’s friend Gunner that she almost quit. Instead, she took a nero in town, and today she’s back on trail. I haven’t seen her, though.
The trail in Virginia is getting very bushy. The full green tunnel isn’t here yet, but soon. Soon.
Six hundred! The Proclaimers should write that song. Also, apparently back at 500, somebody made a ‘500’ out of pony turds. (I missed it.) See, this is why hikers just fist-bump, and don’t shake hands.
Tomorrow: Cheeseburger at Trent’s Grocery, a famous trail dump. I made a reservation for Wednesday night in Pearisburg, so I’ll nero into there sometime Wednesday. Shower, buy groceries, eat a couple of meals.