A plague of bambies
Gravel Springs Hut. We had caught up with Shirt, Getoverit and met Earth Frog again, a guitar-playing ex-navy Seal. Quit the Seals as he really didn't want to do what he was trained to do. So he was doing what felt better for him, seeing where he wanted to go from here. And he had a trail guitar to pass the time. Some girls were tenting near the hut, and he was serenading them by their campfire. The boy's got style. We were figuring out how to deal with the mice for the night, guitar music in the background.
28.2 miles for the day - my personal best.
Sad news from the fellas we caught up with: Curljob was off trail at Lewis campsite. Her feet were killing her. Picked up a black armband from a section hiker named Sundial to wear in her honor. Always sad to lose a member of 'family' to off-trail. Ya get attached out here - these folks matter.