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May 9, 1983, 41 years ago today: Dave and I had lunch in Bly Gap, just across the state line into North Carolina. One state down and eleven to go.

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May 9, 1983, 41 years ago today: Dicks Creek Cap in Georgia is the point where the Appalachian Trail crosses a lonely stretch of US 76 less than nine AT miles from the North Carolina border. Our tents were pitched in the woods a short distance from the roadside, a few feet away from a roadside picnic area beside US 76 where we could make and eat dinner and breakfast in style.

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May 8, 1983, 41 years ago today: There is nothing like trying to pack up everything you own in a downpour. My sleeping bag was soaked, my tent was hopeless; everything was drenched. Adding insult to injury, the rain came to a dead stop about five minutes after I had finished packing.

🧵 May 8, 1983, 41 years ago today: Awakening in my tent just after midnight, I instantly felt a vague sense of uneasiness rippling through the dark forest. Outside, the air seemed leaden and dead. The evening breeze had died, and the gorgeous starry canopy beneath which I had gone to bed had faded to dark grays and black.

They say a rainy November day in Connecticut can be dreary, but sometimes you just need to look around and look closer. Finch Brook Preserve, Wolcott, Connecticut. November 7, 2019, 4:24 PM.

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May 7, 1983, 41 years ago today: Dave was shooting for a fifteen-mile day to Montray Shelter, and I tried to stay with him. I struggled on through a haze of pain and fatigue until almost dark, but I only made thirteen miles to a campsite located on the site where an old “cheese factory” once stood, perched on a ridgetop high up the slopes of Tray Mountain.

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May 7, 1983, 41 years ago today: And then, disaster struck. Last night, swarms of mice, the only permanent inhabitants of almost every Appalachian Trail shelter, staged a mass assault upon my backpack. Dave, more experienced than I, had put his food in a stuff sack and hung it from a nail projecting out from a rafter beneath the shelter roof. I stood up,

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May 6, 1983, 41 years ago today: Cowrock Mountain was the star of the show today, with many views from the open, rocky ledges and terraces around the summit.

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May 6, 1983, 41 years ago today: My camera received heavy use this morning as well, as I traversed another group of scenic ridges with equally picturesque names.

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May 5, 1983, 41 years ago today: It was a comparatively gentle climb for the most part, but I have a long way to go before my body is truly ready for this adventure. The day was sunny and hot, and I ran out of water about halfway through the climb. The heavy backpack I was carrying, and the extra pounds of my overweight body had taken their toll on the soles of my feet,

#trails

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May 5, 1983, 41 years ago today: There was a nice view along the way from Ramrock's ridge crest and there were some excellent vistas from the summit of Big Cedar. It was still early spring at those elevations, there was not a lot of foliage to block the views. There was plenty of green in the valley far below, but trees were just beginning to bud up here.

The little brick house atop the dam where the dam faeries live. Cornelis Pond, Woodtick Recreation Area, Wolcott, Connecticut. June 13, 2019, 6:09 PM.

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May 4, 1983, 41 years ago today: Dave and I only made nine miles today. We were tired and sore and got off to a late start this morning. The terrain was heavily wooded with no real views, although there were some steep climbs.

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