Thursday, June 2, 2011

From the Journals: DAY 83, May 17

Coach
Wildcat Shelter - Fingerboard Shelter: 14.3mi
-I don't like New York
-More rain
-Resupply
-Postal worker said we looked out of it
-Trail magic back to the trail (ie, ride)
-Left ankle is now an issue

Professor
Finally found our bump box...Had to walk 2.1 miles to the post office on the side of a busy highway in the rain. Apparently, we looked how we felt; even the postal worker lady said something.

Up and down, up and down, that's New York. It's been raining for days. Big rain, slippery rocks.

At the gas station, a man started asking questions about our hike. I asked for a ride back to the Trailhead and we lucked out. He had a crazy Pit Bull in his van that he had to hold back with one hand while driving with the other, in the rain, and looking back at us talking while the Pit Bull was growling - I white knuckled the seat.

Coach's ankle is hurting him tonight.

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