Another day, another early start. After a bit of a climb, we spent most of the morning descending a knee crushing slope. By the time we got to the bottom, Brown’s comment was “my dogs are barking”, but in an adorable southern accent. (mk: apparently this means “my feet are sore”.) We had lunch in a giant shelter, shared with a weird section hiker. He had apparently scared a woman so badly she called the police, and he claims he didn’t actually do anything… So I guess he’s just… creepy?
Megan has a huge toe blister, so she’s not noticing her pulled hamstring as much. Hopefully both will be under control soon. We pushed on the last 6 miles to make it to Bobblet’s Gap Shelter and a 27 mile day. No flat camp spots so we’re at up on a slope. We are headed into town tomorrow, and may stay an extra day if needed.