Sunday–May 30, 2021
Location–Kimberling Creek, VA-606, then to Weary Feet Hostel, Julie Miss Julie Sloop, Proprietor, Bland, AT Mile 610.2
Mongo has a fine place, an old church he’s converted to a hiker hostel. He’s managing it himself, including shuttles. I like how you got it going Mongo!
Rachel prepares (throws together) breakfast for me this morning, roast beef, grits, and plenty of coffee. A very long trail day, so Rachel hustles this old hiker back to the trail. I’m moving north at seven-thirty.
It’s a cold, misty morning as I climb to the ridge. But it’s a gentle ascent and I’m cruising the ridge in no time. The tread here is very kind, mostly dirt and duff along old abandoned wagon roads. So, I’m able to make good time. Rachel has found a road crossing about halfway along today and she hikes in with a light lunch for me. A short rest and I’m back moving ever north.
More ridge walking, gentle ups and downs. Mongo was correct–this day is a cruise.
End of the day, Rachel hikes in to meet me and we enjoy each other’s company on the hike back down. Crossing the grand suspension bridge over Kimberling Creek closes this day’s hike. It’s a short drive to Weary Feet Hostel and we manage to get there just in time for supper. Indeed, my feet are weary, I am weary–this day…
Leisure is not a relevant notion.
Consider the weariness that often afflicts your kind, late in their lives.
Then multiply that countless times.
This is the burden of being long-lived.