Today is very short; we are only hiking five miles pretty much downhill to Weary Feet B&B, where the truck is parked. We are heading home for a short respite (about 6 hours driving), to take care of some business.
This morning is quite chilly, not surprising considering how cold it was yesterday! At least it doesn't snow. The proximity to the creek makes everything damp feeling from the humidity. We pack up dawn, eager to get going as early as possible.
I can't see the sun because we are in the small, narrow valley formed by the sluice of water down the mountain, but the sky looks clear. We pack up and head downhill parallel to the creek, but the walk is short until we cross a narrow, paved country road, devoid of any vehicles at this time of day.
The trail starts up, which is nice and warming and feels really good in this crisp air. The hike up to the ridge is short; maybe 500 feet. Once on the ridge, the sun is rising over the ridge to the right, illuminating the narrow strip of trees on either side of the trail.
A short time later we emerge from the woods, and the trail parallels a pasture. The app shows the hostel is literally dead ahead, but we can't see how to get down there. A narrow trail cuts through some brush, so we take take it, only to find out it's a game trail and the brush is gorse; the crazy thorns grab at our clothes as we try to walk through. A clamor under and over a barbed wire fence finishes the adventure, and we emerge onto the road in front of Weary Feet.
We grab some fresh clothes from the truck and go in to change. Julie from Burke's Garden is here. She is taking her time thru-hiking, so she constantly meets new people and rarely sees the same people more than a few days. We say goodbye to the trail for a little while, then we will be back!
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