Yesterday we did a 20 miler. My feet hurt the whole way. I left camp about 6:15. Bruce was with us. He was able to park about .3 miles from the shelter. How cool is that.
Limping my way across the James River bridge near Glascow, VA I arrived before the rest of the crew. I sat in the shade and rested. Enjoying the break. I was a nice 30 minutes before the first friend arrived and about a total hour break before the rest of them did. The spot was a large parking area for sporting enthusiasts to leave their vehicles while they accessed the river and foot trails for their activity of choice. A great place to beg for rides. Town was 5.9 miles away and also our destination for the night. I successfully got us a ride while PB and I waited for GQ and WM. The nice young driver was packing a side arm a Glock to be exact. We had no problem hitching with him. When he opened his trunk to throw our packs in there lay an AK-47. He was awesome. A young hiker enthusiast who wouldn’t let us pay him. He said no to our offers because he knows what it is like to be in our shoes.
Glasgow like Troutville has a nice spot for hikers. Complete with power, shower, potty and a place to camp or an 8 bunk shelter. Today I feel completely rested nothing hurts yet. We are all resupplied and just about ready to head back to trail. I have noticed that good days always seem to follow tough days so if I just get through the tough days brighter days are just around the corner. That’s just like life isn’t it. When we are struggling and think we can’t go on, if we just muster up the strength and or courage to plunge through the grind, things will get easier.