August 8, 2008
This is a 5-month long series of blog posts that are the entries in my journals written on most evenings as I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 1993. The journal entry appears first — indented — and then any additional commentary from my 15-years-removed perspective follows.
8/8/93 – Sun.
So, last night was sheer hell. I got up this morning and high-tailed it out of there before the girls got up and began squealing & shrieking again.
I caught up with Shoeless Mare, and it looks like we will be the only two people here (High Point Shelter) tonight. I’ve got a bit of a dilemma facing me for the next couple of days, as the last 20 miles of the A.T. into Bear Mountain, NY (my next maildrop) are closed due to the fire hazard caused by the dry weather. Instead, there is a 16-18 mile waterless road walk. Anyway, the situation throws my plan shelter-wise. We shall see, I guess.
I’ve kind of been playing around with a couple of song lyrics while hiking the past couple of days, so I probably ought to jot down the fragments that I have so far in case I ever want to come back to them!
Romancing a true love (ain’t nothing better)
Romancing a true love (since the day that I met her)
Romancing a true love…is the sweetest thing
[Separate song] ——————|
I’ll admit…that I…don’t know
If there’s a God up above
Or a Devil down below.
And I’ll admit…that I…can’t say
If the sun’s gonna shine
Or the rain’s gonna pour today
Julie is back in Akron from WV, and I hope to talk to her soon.
Dee’s condition is worsening. I that good or bad?
Until I started typing this post, I’d forgotten about the fire hazard. It’s coming back now — I seem to recall that you could actually smell the smoke faintly on the air.