So- three days ago, in Hampton, Tn, I last updated. I was not ‘feeling’ the trail, I was feeling like the trail was spitting me out! And it did. Three days later, 20 miles outside of Damascus, I was determined to quit. My body was fine, but my mind did not want to make a single step more on this dumb ass trail. And another hill to climb, I was done done done with hills. So I called a ride (for once I had great service in the ridge line), they picked me up. I drank a coke, had dinner, and all the sudden it was not so bad.
I have changed some gear, lightened my load to 23 lbs – WITH 3 days food. Bought a new smaller backpack, and spent a day sitting with my feet up. 24 hours makes a huge difference! Although tempted to flee the trail as fast as possible, I knew I’d regret it. Probably the first time I have had these thoughts. But it wont be the last. Let us see how far my mind can take my body!!!