I am at Uncle Johnny’s hostel/commune in Erwin, TN. Mile 344 or so. On the banks of the Nolichucky River.
The Nolichucky River.
Uncle Johnny’s, a well known AT hostel.
There’s been some fairly rough terrain getting here. What constitutes a trail is apparently open to discussion.
Trail? What trail? We don’t need no stinking trail.
I did my second 20 miler yesterday, and felt pretty good. So good I’m celebrating with a can of House Wine, from Walmart. I’m not quite sure if this is a high point or low point in my life.
My happy toes, comfy in their toe socks after 20 miles.
Walmart’s house wine. A fine pretentious vintage.
The hostels along the trail are, shall we say, interesting. Part hostel, part commune. It’s like some people check in and never bother to check out. When you’re walking the trail everything is stretched out and linear. You really can’t get a feel for the slice of humanity that’s doing the trail. Then they gather at a hostel. Works both ways. I’m sure I appear a bit odd to some of them. I do want to go on record to say that there is no stereotypical thru hiker. Well except maybe oder. After a day or two you can’t tell any of us apart. At least with the weather warning up there is some ability to clean up without getting hypothermia.
Painting a mural around the soda machine.
The bus\camper used to shuttle us to the local Mexican restaurant and Walmart.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 