Location: Unknown Shelter
This morning wasn’t as cold as the last few, but I stayed in my sleeping bag to eat breakfast. Once Wrongway stoked the fire and had it blazing again, I moved all of my gear to the picnic table and packed by the heat of the flames. Everything was covered in ash by the time I finished.
Wrongway offered his rain pants to me again this morning. He offers them to me every night and every morning because I only have my hiking shorts. I certainly don’t have adequate clothing for fall hiking, but I manage. I’ll have the proper attire soon. Wrongway also offered a Power bar and a CLIF bar as I left the shelter this morning. I accepted them because I’m not sure I have enough food to make Daleville, VA. Wrongway is going to Glasgow today for resupply and a bed, which he needs every few days because of his bad back.
Again today I passed up town. I caught up to Wrongway at the parking lot next to the James River as he had secured a ride into town. He and the driver invited me to town, but I refused, opting to stay in the woods with my usual diet and sleeping bag.
Now, I think, I can confidently say that I prefer life in the woods over the life in town. Life is so simply out here in the woods. The city is loud, fast, and unnatural. I wonder how I’ll react when I permanently return to city life.
I arrived at the shelter a couple hours before dark, wrapping up 22 miles with a good feeling. It was my first 20 in a couple days. I found two boxes of mini-donuts at the shelter. The donuts were glazed with chocolate and sprinkles. I ate one who box with my Lipton dinner. I went to my sleeping bag early to work on my journal and warm my body. I fell asleep listening to the Mets-Cardinals game. When I woke up this morning the batteries in my radio were dead.