I'm not homeless, I live in a mobile home. I have an address, you just need to tell me when I need to be there and I can tell you my address.
I have been forced into town for a number of reasons:
- I ran out of food
- My shoes have been destroying my Achilles tendons
- I needed to wash my clothes and take a shower
I learned a very important lesson the other day and maybe someone else did as well. It is just the beginning of spring in the Appalachian Mountains in Georgia and there is not a lot of vegetation yet. Long story short, I needed to off load some weight into a hole in the ground and I came along a nice brushy area. Perfect! A nice blind that will keep passerbys from having to witness me doing my duty. I do my thing, pack up and make it back to the trail. I walk like five feet down the trail and some dude has made camp in the same brushy area. I probably could have thrown a rock and hit that guy from where I was at earlier. Yup, that poor guy was just minding his own business and my big ass crashed through the woods and takes a dump right next to his camp. If you are not tracking the lesson to this story, its don't camp in the only brushy part of a highly used trail.
Stats:
Day 5
Bull Gap -> Poplar Stamp Gap
Distance: 12 miles
Time: 5:24
Avg speed: 2.3 mph
Total accent: 2,655’
Day 6
Poplar Stamp Gap -> Unicoi Gap
Distance: 8.3 miles
Time: 3:06
Avg speed: 2.5 mph
Total accent: 1,392’
I had to read your story twice. On first read it seemed like you shit right next to someone's camp with nary a bush separating you two. Makes me question every covered and concealed position I ever occupied.
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