More rain, less fun, just mud and beautiful muddy mountains, that I slide from on my bum. I am glad I saw Smokies on their best: smoke itself, rain, mud. And blossom!
Shelters were full, also all hikers suddenly started snoring, so I decided to set my tent away from others. Someone approached my tent at 1AM and asked very softly where was a shelter. I think a few hard words in Russian, pointing him right direction though, kept him away and, probably, saved my life.
Next morning a sheriff came to us, looking for a criminal who suppose to hide there. The sheriff himself looked suspicious, hm… Too much brioline was on his hair when he took off his hat, too well done nails, too smart goggles, too soft voice, too serious eyes, no smiling. Looked like he visited a barber and a spa salon before going to his work in the woods. A maniac dressed as a sheriff. Was it his voice at night? Nor sure LOL or not LOL.