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Appalachian Trail day 126 - Morgan Stewart Shelter to Wiley Shelter (Mile 1443 to Mile 1460)

We decided last night to have a leisurely morning with no alarms and It was wonderful to wake up and lay in my hammock for an hour. I wait until I hear Ladybug stirring before I get up. This is the first time in weeks that I was not uncomfortably hot at night, and I loved  snuggling in my down quilt against the chill.

We get packed up and have breakfast before being ready to leave at 7:30. Ladybug is still getting ready and she can't believe that "sleeping in" for us means up and ready this early. 

The morning is cool, with temperatures in the low 60's There is a 40-percent chance of rain in the forecast, but it isn't raining when we leave. A short time later the rain starts, but it's hitting the upper canopy and not making it to the lower woods. Kelly stops to put on her pack rain cover,  but I decide that I'm not stopping until it starts pouring. 

Fortunately for me, the sprinkle stops almost as quickly as it started. The trail surface Is really nice here. We do have some big rocks to go up and around, but the trail is mostly soft dirt covered with leaves and some jutting roots and rocks, but nothing unmanageable.

The first six miles pass without fanfare. We stop at a really beautiful, large stream to filter water before crossing over a bridge and going up the next ridge, before skirting around a gorgeous lake called Nuclear Lake.

The lake was the site of a company called United Nuclear Corporation that used uranium and plutonium in research, and in the 70s an accident released plutonium dust in the area.  The water has been tested and to be found free of contamination, however I think I will take only pictures and get my drinking water from elsewhere!

The trail goes up along the ridge 500 feet above the valley, and three miles later we come to an overlook. The view below is across a valley with pasture lands and well kept barns,  and in the distance a community of massive white homes around a lake. 

Leaving the viewpoint, the trail passes through an area choked thick with wild roses on both sides of the trail. The smell of the roses is ambrosia. 

We descend past the Telephone Pioneers Shelter (and I am wondering where the AMC gets these names!), but we don't stop because we are on a mission for food. A Malaysian food truck is parked at the next road crossing, just another mile and a big descent down the hill. On the way down the hill, we walk by a massive oak tree. I can't believe the size of this beauty,  and the pictures do not do it justice!


We make the descent and walk on a boardwalk through a marsh of cattails and elderberry toward a road. Baby watersnakes are curled up on the boardwalk, soaking up the sun.


We leave the marsh and step onto the shoulder of the road. A a sign reading "Malaysian Food Truck" points to the left, and 150 yards later we are standing at a pull off and ordering lunch! 


The man in the food truck instructs us to wait at the picnic table behind the truck,  and when we walk around back we see Fatal And another man. We are chatting when Ladybug joins us. We end up sitting for about an hour,  eating a delicious lunch of noodles,  pork, bok choy, and stuffed wonton. 


I am so stuffed I need to lay down,  but we still have 6 miles and 1100 feet of climbing to do,  so i hoist my pack and we all walk up the road to rejoin the AT for a lovely pasture walk up a hill. 

No pasture walk would be complete without some big styles that are difficult to walk over at any time. Add a 30-pound pack and a full belly, and the style crossings are not easy. 


I manage, although it's not graceful,  to say the least.  Then it's time to go straight up for the next two miles. I straggle behind,  since I'm the suffering-in-silence type when I'm in the woods. I listen to true crime podcasts,  which makes me feel better, and I don't have to talk and breathe at the same time. 

I lollygag once I am on the ridge, and once my stomach doesn't feel like it's going to burst, the hike is very enjoyable.  The woods are beautiful and quiet, the bustle of the road far behind. 

Fifteen miles into the day and one mile from the shelter, I stop to filter enough water for the night.  I am heavily laden with water and trudging up my last hill of the day when I almost step on a baby bird in the middle of the trail.  I shoo it into the leaves on the side,  knowing that someone coming behind probably wouldn't see it. 

My good deed done for the day,  I continue and 15 minutes later arrive at the Wiley Shelter to find several people already set up. I put up my tarp and hammock, and several more people come in,  including Tad and one of his daughters. The other daughter had to get off trail, but I am impressed with how far they have come since we first met them. 

I sit at the picnic table with the others,  but I am still full from lunch and have no desire for dinner,  but I make myself drink a protein shake with fruit and vegetable powder,  because I will be starving later if I don't. 

I say goodnight and I am out at 8:20 pm.

Today's Stats: 16.6 miles, 2,600 feet gain
Trail Stats: 1,460 miles,  285K feet gain

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