We leave suburbia behind and head off at about 10.00am. We follow gently graded tracks with our heavy packs but we feel OK - the zero day has let us recover from exhaustion.
We have to carry water 0.7 miles to the shelter and go past an historic charcoal burners pit from the 1800s. At Wilson Creek Shelter it is like meeting old friends. Left It, Speak Easy and Clare the dog arrive, so does Tiny Dancer and Salty who we met at Macaffee Knob. Shakin arrives and so does Doc who has spend a couple of days in luxury at the Holiday Inn at Dalesville pretending not to be a hiker.
Clare the dog has had a haircut and now sports a mohawk. Speak Easy and Clare share the hammock. We watch in amazement as the little sheltie leaps into the hammock. I think about sharing a hammock with my Rotty - Kimmy and decide its not physically possible. All the hammocks are set up covered with flys as rain is imminent and it looks like a colony of fruit bats.
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