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By the end of May the weather had turned hot and the water sources were dwindling. From my journal, "At the road crossing at VA 623 there were several large, flat rock slabs in the shade of the trees. One fellow was sitting on one of the rocks. I took off my pack and stretched out on my back on a different rock, soaked in sweat and with empty water bottles. It felt so good to get off my feet. The next hiker gal behind me came along and she did exactly the same thing on the next slab of rock. There were 3 of us, on 3 different rocks, sprawled on our backs.
"The next reliable water source was at Hunting Camp Creek, 4.6 mile further on. The water there was ok; not as good as a spring, but clean enough. There was an older hiker there, setting up his small bivy tent on one side of the creek. We exchanged hellos, and I noticed he was wearing some kind of lightweight nylon pants tucked into his socks. First hiker I had seen so far (besides myself) doing that.
"I carried my heavy pack, loaded with 2 quarts of water, up the steep trail climbing Brushy Mountain. I knew I could find good camping somewhere up there. Sure enough, a fantastic, true stealth site, a hard right turn off the trail, up a couple hundred feet at the top of the rise. I removed a bunch of down limbs and twigs and made a wonderfully comfy camp. And it was blessedly quiet - no whip-poor-wills, unlike last night when they carried on until nearly midnight."
I had seen only one tick so far; it was crawling on the toe of my shoe. To protect my legs from tick bites I had been wearing my shell pants tucked into my socks, and this was working good, although it was a bit warm on hot days.
I found the hiking through Virginia enjoyable and much easier than the rough terrain of the southern states. And by now, early June, the weather was more settled and much warmer. The days were long, which allowed me to maximize my hiking hours. Up early and on the trail by first light; in the late afternoon I would push on past other hikers who had stopped for the day, and I would keep going until almost dark, then set up my camp by headlamp.
At one of the Waysides in Shenandoah National Park, I was talking to a woman who was sightseeing on Skyline Drive. At one point she asked me, "Why in the world would you want to walk the whole AT?" I gave her my short answer, "I love to hike and camp." I didn't get a chance to elaborate: I love the challenge. I love the summer-long change in scenery and the escape from my usual summer routine at home. I love how fit and healthy you can become. I love the self-discipline. I love the feeling of accomplishment.
I had a resupply parcel waiting for me at the post office in Harper's Ferry. Resupply days are special, another milestone reached. But I prefer to not spend any extra time in town. I like to pick up my box of supplies, unload things from my pack to send home, load in the new items, send the return box, then keep on hiking. On my way out of town I normally stop at a convenience store to buy some food.
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