It’s the morning of Day 7. I’m at Indian grave gap somewhere around mile 56.
I’m at the Feast in the Forest. It’s unbelievable. These guys from Wisco are having a weeklong trail magic session for thru hikers. Such a welcome change to not have to hang a bear bag or cook a generic flavorless dinner!
Hiked 13 miles or so yesterday – met alyson about four and went into Helen, which is like a Georgian Gatlinburg. Had a 3/4 burger and no issues downing it.
Still having a great time. The AT is like this parallel universe, a mix of a pilgrimage and a party of wheels, a marathon and Bonnaroo.