We woke to fog. I woke from some of the best sleep I’ve had on the trail yet. Our plans for a bright an early start were sacrificed to warm sleeping bags and hot cocoa.
We headed out around 9:40, pack covers cinched and rain shells at the ready.
Hiking in fog makes me pensive–and damp. Somehow, despite how simultaneously sweaty and chilly it makes me, it’s a very tranquil feeling. Every view of the outside world is swallowed up, it’s down to you and the mountain.
The fog didn’t last very long, but the damp humidity stayed for most of the day. All the interesting little forest critters were out.
We also found a very strange specimen that none of us recognized.
By late afternoon the ominous breezes that followed us all day were finally bringing some rain with them.
We weren’t expecting there would be room at the 6 man shelter we were heading for, but fortunately there were tent sites nearby that we set up in before the rain was very bad.
I don’t mind tenting in the rain. Waking up in the rain with a wet tent is much worse, but right now, with a warm sleeping bag and a cozy tent the rain is a nice pitter patter and the valley we’re in is keeping out all the wind. As long as no flash floods hit the stream near-by…
Tomorrow is a damp trek into Great Smoke Mountain National Park.
Today’s Miles: 15.2
Total Miles: 159.2