Miles: 16.2
Total: ~135.3
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There was little difference between yesterday and today. Our feet are more beatup, but I spirits are stronger. Our day was a slow grind through fog and cold air, but there was no misting.
The rain fell last night as we slept. Through the warm burrows of our bags we could here the faint patter of rain like a far off applause for our hard work... or maybe it was just plain rain. Either way, Apricots was right to suggest we donn our rain skirts.
As we hiked, no rain fell, but all the shrubs which crowd the trail were ready to caress our legs with wet misery. Fortunately our rain skirts rejected much of their touch, and we only had to contend with the cold air. The best battle for cold air is the warmth of a brisk pace, so we set it, resting but for short breaths before lunch.
And at lunch? Warm blue patches and even direct sun. We took a longer than normal lunch lounged barefoot and in the intermittent sun. It is moments like those that really heal a demoralised spirit. Sure, most of the first half of the day was fogged over, and the second half our feet were tired, but the midday lunch and pseudo nap almost seem to coverup the hardships.
Rest assured, six months to a year from now I will start reminiscing about the great experience I am having. Remind me then that I had sore feet, the weather in Washington is always rainy, and it is high time I try one of those fancy European vacations.
But really, it is nice... hard but nice.
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