After the almost disastrous night among the ferns, David and I were off the next day after coffee over the fire and some strawberry-sprinked pop-tarts (awesome, I know). And I must say, the day was pretty fun, but not too eventful. Beautiful sites, a few snakes, a bunny or two... David swears he saw a black bear cub in the distance at one point. But probably the most eventful happening on the hike was the creation of our trail names. Apparently, every serious AT hiker has some sweet trail handle. So, of course, we spent a few hours debating our trail names. They went from John Smith & Pocahontas - David, of course being the wilderness guide, Pocahontas - to Budweiser Hat & the "braided fury" - to Daddy Long-legs and Black-eyed Susan (Notice: David was very into "themes" - characters, 'things-on-our-heads' - and nature names).
Finally, we made it to camp pretty worn out. However, night two we stayed in a very different campsite. It was a spot called "Wolf-laurel Overlook," and it was at the very top of one of the mountains. The ground was soft, completely flat and grassy until it hit the rocky ledges overlooking the surrounding valley. After taking in the view and just lying on our backs for a while in the grass, we set up camp: the tent, a much needed clothesline for our sweaty
(View of camp)
(View from tent)
