Goodbye Georgia (78.6m)

It was a grueling day starting from Dicks Creek, and for the next 9 miles it was an uphill hike that we’d talk about that night around our campfire at Bly Gap.

The weather had been cold all day, and the constant elevation gain was exhausting; hitting the Georgia/North Carolina state line — marked by a rudimentary wooden board nailed to a tree — was a true spirit lifter, though, and gave me a much needed spring in my step as I walked into Bly Gap camp. Cap was here (I’d met Captain Dan yesterday) and many others had made Bly their home for the night. I pitched my shelter, hung out by the fire with the rest of the gang, then hit the sack at around 8:30pm.

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