Hiking a final 6 miles to take me to 730 miles (1175km), just over one-third of the total trail.
Today was spent resting and planning the journey back home. And eating.
A visit to the Urgent Care clinic in Daleville confirms a broken foot and a doctor’s prognosis of, “You’re not going anywhere.”
Paying the price for the big day yesterday I started off exhausted and went downhill from there, taking 10 hours to hike 17.8 miles into Daleville, VA.
As usual when faced with a choice I didn’t choose easy/short. Today would be my biggest day on the trail yet.
An awkward looking afternoon with little water or camp options suggested either a long day or a short day was in the offing.
June 8th. It was another not-so-great sleep not helped by a small branch landing ‘clonk’ on my tent at 2am.
From Woods Hole through Pearisburg and up a brand new route to reach water and shelter as the sun set.