A freezing morning and I crawled out of my bag; I’d not slept very well and I felt like hell. Apparently I’d been snoring, which I’m not surprised given my throat was so dry through the night.
Hot oatmeal and a coffee, I managed to shake off the cobwebs and we hit the trail. Plenty of hills which lasted for a few hours, then we skirted Mt. Guyot which had us at 6,330′, it was cold up there. The views were incredible, and at one point we could see Clingmans Dome in the distance. We stopped for lunch at a warm grassy clearing with a view. Shortly after we passed the plane wreckage which has become a trail celebrity of sorts.
From there it was downhill and some flat, which is where I rolled my goddamn ankle, for the fourth time. It hurt, and I hobbled for a good two minutes. I figured this was a good time to take a seat and call the wifey. I got a signal and we chatted which was really comforting – so good to hear her voice, I’ve really missed her. I also called her dad who is celebrating his birthday today.
Thankfully I wasn’t too far from Crosby Knob Shelter where I saw Sparky. I got water and made dinner; Mountain House spaghetti in meat sauce, and wrapped in fresh tortillas – delicious. I used the privy here which for the uninitiated is a basic three walled hut with a raised toilet like structure and a seat. Underneath is nothing but the previous occupants’ “doings”. Lovely. Well, it beats going behind a tree.
It’s 8:14pm and Davenport Gap is only 7 miles away. I’m getting off the trail tomorrow to have my ankle looked at and will likely take a couple of days off to rest it; it’s not smart to keep walking now having rolled it four freaking times. I’m so pissed that I’m going to be another two days behind my hiking buds.
I’ll make some decisions tomorrow, maybe one that will take me off the trail for good.