Well… I’m going to hate myself in the morning—or, more specifically. Wednesday morning. I just resupplied and I’m heading back out. Argh. What the hell is wrong with me? 😉
This wasn’t the first close call and it won’t be the last. This whole adventure is minute-to-minute, I figure. And when I started the journal I wanted to stay honest, warts and all, so I’d have a record of what it was really, really like. I hope there aren’t too many warts!
On today’s wart menu… oh, who am I kidding? There aren’t any warts in towns. All the warts are out on the trail, waiting.
Andover really is tiny. And I mean tiny. Four buildings. The General Store has a limited selection of everything except candy and is expensive (roughly twice the usual cost). But the resupply was doable. This might have been another place to send a maildrop.
Oh, but remember Mufasa from Pearisburg, the German sister who was hiking with her brother Stinky Feet? She’s here! But she’s here because her maildrop didn’t arrive! Stinky Feet already summitted and went home to Germany. Mufasa’s visa lasts until October, so she’s headed to San Diego after the hike.
Tomorrow I might drive around with David while he does his shuttle rounds. Sounds good to me: a tour of what’s coming from somebody local.
And that’s that!
Strong hikers, and good SOBOs. 🙂