AT Day 16
Miles: 24.23
Total Miles: 289.52
(Hot Springs, NC)

It’s funny to be looking at my painted finger nails typing on this little, compact keyboard that I’ve carried with me this far. But I’m happy that these pink finger nails made it back to trail today and didn’t have to spend another day at Standing Bear!
For all the love that I truly have for that place, God was I ready to get out and back to trail! There wasn’t much to do there other what wallow and watch the other hikers as they went back.

It wasn’t until 9am that the four of us were able to get back to Brown Gap, where I was rescued three days ago by the same guy–a host at the hostel named Struggle Bus. Unlike a lot of people involved in the things along the trail, he’s actually thru hiked, and I really enjoyed getting to know him. He also rolls great joints, a skillset that I have surrendered that I’ll never acquire. So the stay wasn’t all bad.
There were four of us who shuttled back to Brown Gap, but I was pretty quick to get out of the car and right back to trail. I didn’t see any of them for the rest of the day. For that matter, I didn’t see a whole lot of people at all for most of the day.

In the morning it was dense fog and some rain. The loneliness got to me this morning. Maybe it was the contrast of being at Standing Bear the last four days and always having others around, then being thrust back to trail by myself. Maybe it was the fog. Or maybe the forest that made me feel so isolated. It was sort of heart breaking for a lot of miles today. I found myself really lost in the things and the people in my life that are gone now, especially the people who are gone. There are a lot of course who I will see again, but there are some of them who are gone. And that was hard.

For the first half of the day the weather was wet and gloomy. There’s this notoriously beautiful spot on the trial called Max Patch that I went by today, but the visibility couldn’t have been more than 20 feet. So what there is to see up there I cannot tell you.

The pain in my shin is significantly reduced, but not gone. I had a steady limp as the day progressed today. Mostly it’s okay on the uphills, but on the descents it hurts like hell. But it’s getting better and I have the whole thing under control, from what I can tell.
How I contracted cellulitis infection is completely beyond me. I’ve been far cleaner on this trail than most any of my others before this, and I didn’t have any major cuts or scrapes as an entry point. Needless to say however, it happened, but now that I’m on antibiotics, things seem to be improving.
There were beautiful colors in the forest today. The flowers, the lichens, the critters.



I am growing to understand that this trail is much more about the forest than about anything else.
I tried to get into the town of Hot Springs today before 6:30 so I could get food at the local diner, but when i arrived I learned that it had closed at 2 on Saturday and doesn’t open on Sunday. Big disappointment.

The town of Hot Springs was pretty much wiped out by the hurricane last August, and it’s pretty obvious as you walk through. The town was a small town to begin with, but most of the businesses are closed up now. The few that are open are a brewery, where I went for a bit to see some of the other hikers, and a Dollar General where I got some ice cream and sandwich meat before heading to where I am now–the local camp ground. Fifteen dollars got me a place to camp, laundry, and a shower. Not bad.
I’ll probably be pretty quick to trail tomorrow morning. Might hit the dollar store one more time just to grab a bite to eat, but then it’s northbound. I think I have another 48 miles to the hostel where my Amazon order and my down jacket are mailed. I’m hopeful that they get there early, because tomorrow’s a Sunday, but they’re scheduled to arrive Monday or Tuesday. No rush, but after all that waiting, I want to get some more miles underfoot.
Wormwood.









