Wayah Bald Shelter [mile 120.8]
This was a long day! Got a shuttle to the trail from Ron Haven, the king trail angel in these parts. He’s a phenomenal cheerleader, loud and exuberant and genuine. He regaled the busload of is woth a summary of what to expect for the next hundred miles. I still have no clue, though!
The walking should have been easier today—lots of ups and downs, but mostly easy terrain, dirt and dead leaves. But either the town stop deconditioned me or I oversupplied in Franklin, because I felt every single step of those twelve miles!
The bughlight was my first two balds—great treeless peaks blanketed in brown winter grass. I acccidentally lost the grakl and climbed to the top of Siler Bald by mistake. A grueling climb, but what a reward: 360 devrees of magnificent mountains, layer on layer on layer to infinity.
Now I’m at the shelter. Hobo and the Postman and two young guys are here, too. Thw crowds have thinned, and some hikers are staying in Franklin. We’ll have rain or snow tonight—probably my coldest night yet, but I’m snug in my down. Spring won’t arrive for another week or two. I have to say, I’m ready!
And I might even have internet service! That’s weird.