Every night before town I consider getting up at the crack ass of dawn to run into town extra early only to find myself sleeping the latest. Perhaps my body knows best and wants to keep me in the the woods as long as possible or is anticipating another town night where alcohol blocks a proper REM cycle. Maybe the Banana Hammock feels like a cloud under a tarp that protects me while looking amazing. Either way most of the camp was long gone before I rolled out of my cocoon of yellow ripstop comfort.
Having the perfect amount of food is what we all dream of
I had two Poptarts for breakfast, cleaning out the absolute last of my food. This may sound bad but its closer to perfection. Having the perfect amount of food is what we all dream of. I flew down the mountain with the lightest my pack has been. Nothing but smiles with a feather-light pack.
The second I hit the town of Erwin I dropped my pack, took off my soaked wool ‘Patagucci’ and put on my required town shirt. I wonder if this rhinestone sleeveless kitten will get me in trouble around excessively conservative areas.
Rock Kelly got to the trailside hostel first. He decided tenting in the yard for $10 was the deal for him. It included a shower which he ended up missing in Hot Springs for some unknown reason. As one domino falls in a group, others follow. Our group all tented behind the hostel as opposed to sleeping in it. The social aspect of the hostel was fantastic (especially since we could openly drink) but paying for nurovirous, more lumpy bunkbeds, and snore beasts that are getting louder was out if the question.
Paying for nurovirous, more lumpy bunkbeds, and snore beasts that are getting louder was out if the question.
We set up in the lawn out back as hammock hangers jockeyed for limited trees. Rock and I made out fine but I can’t say I didn’t see good hangers have to resort to the ground like mortals (not a problem with the versatile DSM DoubleWide tarp. They’ll learn.)
Erwin was fine. Ate a lot of mediocre food, swam in the river, and got my brother to send me a few of his lactaid pills so Rockman could treat himself to dairy and not constipate.
I hit the beauty spot around five to find Snuggles doing pushups to “prevent early onset weakness.”
After a day and a night it was time to go. Slowly people walked out of Uncle Jonny’s and toward a few miles of uphill. Our group set a rendezvous spot just after a beauty spot, a gorgeous bald at which I once ended up after a wrong turn driving.
Hiking was hot and heavy in the worst way. We ended up camping nearly 3 hours apart from Rock Kelly to Caboose. I hit the beauty spot around five to find Snuggles doing pushups to “prevent early onset weakness.” He invited me to join but I decided to hold off.
Snugs and I got to a camp around six with a stunning purple and teal tarp. If it wasn’t me, it is the Rock. He was giggling away at his book he picked up in Asheville. What a jolly geologist. Most of the group made it that night with the exception of Chewy and Caboose. I’m sure we’ll see them in the morn. Caboose has wanted to solo camp to push her fears so tonight might be the time.
I clipped the pack to my hammock and put my shoes on top to make potential foes face the sourest of obstacles.
I heard a considerable amount of mice scurrying around our site so I decided to keep all my stuff off the ground for the night. Of course all my food stuffs and anything with a delicious scent spent the night hung in the air 15 feet off my bear line. Notwithstanding, desperate mice will chew on salt as well. Scared for the life of my beautiful backpack that gets a daily marinating in the finest of local, organic salt, I clipped the pack to my hammock and put my shoes on top to make potential foes face the sourest of obstacles.
Nothing is as comforting as a hammock when mice are in play.