Thursday, October 29 I awake to rain on the roof of the tent. It's a steady patter, decidedly not a drizzle, and it looks like the weather prediction came true. Though it was forecasted to be a downpour today, last night in my optimistic mind there was a chance that maybe it wouldn't actually happen. …
It has been beautiful lately, both in Ohio and in Kentucky. For the last ten days the sun has been shining, and while the temperatures took a dip towards winter today, it is still bright and crisp. Naturally, considering this, Wiggs and I chose the only three rainy days in the past few weeks to …
In which we find more chanterelles, appreciate creeks and fish, and spend our last night on the Trace.
In which we have a view, find chanterelles, and eat lunch in Frenchburg.
In which we visit crayfish, walk on more gravel, and find the most perfect campsite.
In which we leave town, head back into the woods, and appreciate mushrooms
In which we go to town, try to find a ride, and enjoy air conditioning.
In which we walk on roads for too long, almost run out of water, and do battle against ticks.
In which we enter the heat, see turtles, and appreciate fireflies.
In which we hike eight miles, appreciate plants, and eat snacks by a creek.