Maybe not HHN. Woke up with an upset stomach and managed to grab a ziplock before puking. Puked all night and had diarrhea this morning. Quaker and Postman gave me some water. The water source is a mile away, uphill. Can’t make it today. It’s supposed to rain. Gotta sleep it off. This is where hiking alone sucks.
Tennessee is not my best friend.
Update: I drank Quaker’s water by 8:30 AM and seemed to keep it more or less inside. I was down to 24 ounces, which just wasn’t going to get me through 24+ hours. The weather was overcast, on and off, but not raining. If I was going to be holed up with the plague, I needed it to be in a place with a privy and a water source.
Hardest thing I ever did was pack up that camp and carry that weight up the hill, sick and dehydrated and without any calories in my system. I’m here, though! In my tent at the shelter, far away from other hikers but close to the privy. Trying to rehydrate in small swallows every fifteen minutes. I have a vicious headache, but I think the worst of it has passed.