Shenandoah National Park. Stunning views, meeting with bears, storm at night, a ride from German tourists to the motel, then back to the trail.
Cool hostel with organic food (what was its name?), meteorite shower at Four Pines hostel, chicken buffet, famous McAfee Knob, sealing tent, laundering at Troutville Fire Station.
Woohoo, Damascus Trail Days! It was something like … I have nothing to compare with. Hiking Woodstock? Hiking Burning Man? Time will tell.
Disappointed with my new backpack, exhausted after a night in a shelter – no compromising, never again! – ended up in Appalachian Folk School without any ability to walk a single mile.
After Hot Springs I moved on totally by myself, learned how to tent in the woods fare away from others, and how to hang food. It was time to get serious.