Today is the last day at home. We’re both feeling better and have decided to keep our start date for Saturday, though it appears it’ll be dreary with some rain. We’re heading out tomorrow to drive to Georgia; my dad and uncle are driving us out. They will drop us off sometime on Saturday morning and we’ll make our way up the 8 mile Approach Trail to the start of the Appalachian Trail on top of Springer Mountain.
I started dreaming about the trail the other night. Somehow it involved a sister species to the roseate spoonbill, a darker red bird that only lived in Maine and along a few other Great Lakes states. Too bad it wasn’t real!
So, there are only a few things that concern me: blisters (though that will work itself out after awhile), my ankle hurting, my knee hurting (both on the same leg! Thanks softball…), rain day in and day out (inevitable at some point), and being snowed in. I think the snowed in part is not very likely to happen, but still, it’s out there looming in my brain.
I am going to have make myself take it day by day, mile by mile and state by state, not jumping ahead and wishing to hurry up to some other state. Just make it from one town to the next and keep on moving.
I’m wondering how crowded it will be this weekend. Some people are writing 20-30 people at the first couple of shelters. Ick. Fun for socializing, not fun for sleeping—too loud.
Today we’re wrapping everything up. The health insurance is still up in the air; they’ve called us twice asking for more information on a few health issues but I think we’ll be approved soon. Our phones are taken care of. If you have our #’s, call Chris’ number (email if you need it) and leave a message. I’ll check my messages some, but we’re taking Chris’. Going through our packs for a shakedown. Mailing another maildrop. (oh, the maildrops are updated and are listed on the top left here on the blog). Giving Samson a bath for his fleas. Go see my grandmother. Upload our mp3’s with cds’. Just make sure it is all done.
I’ve become “T” to this kid since she can’t say Aunt Misti. Sometimes it comes out Aunt T, which I have a feeling is going to be morphed into Auntie one day and that is what I shall be called. I will miss the heck out of her. Ashleigh is gaining weight, 2lb 8oz; saw her last night where she cried (non vocally because of the tubes) while her diaper was changed. It was heartbreaking to see her cry like that. She’ll be home next time I see her. YAY!
Next time I write I will be somewhere up the trail. It might be awhile between posts. I’m hoping to write in Neels Gap or in Hiawassee.
Thanks for reading and keep us in your thoughts!