Another wonderful breakfast - with french toast. One of the B&B couples staying there invite us to stay with them at Boiling Springs.
Bill, the owner of the B&B drops us back to the trail around 10.00am and Paradise is there waiting to walk with us. It is very misty but lifts as the day goes on.
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| Heading into Shenandoah National Park |
The trail is gently graded and my feet feel good. We miss the watering point in the afternoon. We break the bad news to Paradise - walk with us and die of thirst. I try and get water from a tourist car stopped on the highway to look at the view. When I knock on the window of the car they nearly have a heart attack. They hadnt seen me approach and it was a bit of a shock to see such 'homeless' 'dangerous' hiker trash knocking on their window. So of course they tell me behind the glass that they have now water and Digby has to head a mile down into a valley in search of a spring marked on the map. It is a small muddy puddle, and reminded us of Australia. While Digby and Paradise dig out the soak for water, I have the important job of guarding the packs at the trail, and collecting and eating blueberries until they return - at least 40 minutes.
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| A rattlesnake on the path - see the rattle on the top right |
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| Brown muddy water in our bottles |
We struggle to carry 6 litres for another 3 miles to camp near Wildcat Trail. Deer surround us at the camp and come within 50 metres grazing and completely unfazed by us. A magical moment in the dusk on the trail
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