Mt. Weather
Breakfast. Stealthcamped just N of the Ashby Gap crossing. Rt 50 runs through the gap. There's this payphone in the middle of a parking lot, not much else around but a dilapidated building. Arrived in the lot at sunset after a hot, long 15 yesterday. Called Mom. She told me one of our neighbors, Tony, had died. Trying to figure out how to get to Mt Vernon. The train out of Harpers is 30 miles up trail. I did the 28 with hours of food stops. Can I do the 30 today and make the commuter run into D.C.?
Not sure. Not sure I want to. Not sure I want to try.
This stretch of trail runs by Mt. Weather. That's a lot of fence with a lot of security for a 'nothing much' facility. Lots of PUDs, too. Supposedly an airliner smacked into this hill in the mid '70s. The only thing I'm smacking are horseflies. Picked up that fly swatter in the motel in Front Royal -- boy is it handy now. If you let them bite, they're easy to whack.
Sun just came out so time to hike some more. Breakfast is over.