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[at-l] READY's journal June 13 Wednesday Trailday 8 part 1
- Subject: [at-l] READY's journal June 13 Wednesday Trailday 8 part 1
- From: firstname.lastname@example.org (kahley)
- Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 19:59:54 -0500
>Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 16:32:49 -0700
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>Subject: June 13 Wednesday Trailday 8 part 1
>My worst day on the trail - and it was still pretty great.
>We had breakfast at a nearby restaurant, "Alexander's" before heading ofto
>do some chores. Number one on the list: find some gel inserts for my
>shoes. The sole of my right foot was tender and swollen, and we were
>hoping the added cushioning would help.
>We were dismayed at the prices at the drugstore - $42 and $50 for a 3/4
>and full-length insert, respectively. Each version had features that
>would work and features that would be problematic. We opted forthe thinner
>3/4 length, fearing that the thicker ones would eat up too much room in my
>already crowded shoes.
>We headed off to the post office next, where we had hoped to find our
>package waiting for us. I had planned to set up my shoes with the inserts
>while Spur sorted the contents of the package.
>As we waited for the clerk to doublecheck the storeroom, a little
>barefooted girl amused us by industriously dropping every pamphlet she
>could lay hands on into the outgoing mailbox.
>The clerk returned to inform us that there was no package here for us. We
>went to "plan B," buy some food in town and have the package forwarded
>down the Trail. I sat out at the curbside and tinkered with the gel inserts.
>They were simply too short and the drop-off at the ball of my foot was
>very pronounced: I feared that it would be the ideal makings of a
>blister. We trudged back uphill to the pharmacy and exchanged them for
>the long inserts, which turned out to cost the same as the 3/4 length
>A customer at the drugstore warned me that the news on every local t.v.
>station had put out heat warnings for today - it was going to be a scorcher!
>Undaunted by such news, we were ready to get back to the Trail, 6 miles
>down the road. The inserts had been installed, and seemed towork out.
>We stopped at the Chamber of Commerce where we understood a Mr. Jenkins,
>trail angel, would likely be able to secure us a ride to the
>Trail. Unfortunately, we were informed that he was "in Winchester today
>and won't be returning any time soon." We decided to hitch.
>It seemed a long time before we got a ride, but Spur insisted that it had
>been an "easy hitch." I decided then and there that I don't like hitching.
>Our ride is courtesy of a delghtful woman named Quinta, 5th daughter of an
>Hispanic family. She was fascinated to hear about our hike and we found
>her equally interesting. She is the operator of a business renting
>vacation cabins, "DeerLaneCabins.com." We were almost sorry to reach the
>trailhead and have to say goodbye to our "new" friend.
>We hit the trail at 12:22, the next stop, Elkwallow Wayside, where we
>could have blackberry shakes and buy our food for the next several
>days. The hiking was good. It was indeed hot, and there were some
>climbs, but nothing too demanding.
>Although I usually take the lead position, this time Spur went out
>front. Spur likes to listen to tapes as he hikes; I decided to try out my
>tiny radio. It took awhile to pull in station, but the first song I
>encountered had the lyrics, "there's no place I'd rather be than where I
>am right now." How wonderfully fitting!
>Spur sped off up the next climb. I [typically] lagged behind unconcerned,
>since I usually catch him at or right after a descent. He disappeared into
>After about 15 minutes and at the crest of a climb, the heat and some
>freshly mowed trialside brush had me wheezing. I panicked and it became
>worse. I searched for Spur but couldn't see him. After a bit, I had
>regained some calm and felt better, but I was making slow progress.
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