Seems like an eternity, but my foot is finally trying to help me out some. I guess everything happens for a reason and if I had to get off the trail ,Asheville was the place to stay. I had the best visit with my grandaughters and was sad to leave them. And thanks for the bacon, Brandon!
Once the trail hits the Great Smoky Mtns, it follows the NC/TN border. One minute you’re in one state and the next in the other. Towards the top it finishes up in TN and mellows out a wee bit. Much nicer on my foot. Bears have become a big problem and a hiker was bitten and two tents shredded. A couple shelters have been closed, which makes hiking distance a little longer.
Crossed into VA, which is the longest state to get through at 550 miles. I’ve done 5!
Everything is so lush and it smells wonderful. Rain is also plentiful and makes for a slippery slope and at times I’m literally doing baby steps because I really want to stay on the trail.
As hard as things get, there is so much beauty here. Don’t want to miss any of it!