Pitter Pitter Poon, the Rain Came Doon

Friday, June 17
Johns Hollow Shelter (786.0, 110.0)

Second night of big rain, and this heavier than the last.

Last four miles yesterday were hot, humid, no breeze. Luckily had lots of water but was sweating buckets. Got into camp (alone) after wobbly putting up tent, washed out everything from days hike in an adjoining stream, like some wood nymph, and hung them to dry. Switched to backup clothes.

Rain came from nowhere at 8. Can see blue skies but winds suddenly picks up. Realize what's happening and close vestibule panel just in time.  Not enough time to get wet clothes. Hunker down to listen to two hours of banging, rippling, waterfall emulating thunderstorm.

In morning, pack up wet clothes in plastic bag and head to next shelter, with the not fully formed idea of spending part or all of day drying out. It's five miles away and cover distance in about two hours. Includes crossing the James River on a 1,000' wooden bridge, longest on the AT.

James River Foot Bridge, named after William Foot. So it could be the James River Foot Foot Bridge.

Arrive at shelter, sweaty from the humidity and thinking dark thoughts*. Set up tent in one half of shelter for protection from bugs and rain, and go about hanging wet clothes and tent fly (exterior). Snooze for three hours, always trying to catch up on sleep.

Dark thoughts, be gone!


Rain starts an hour after I arrive. Glad I'm off trail.

The day continues. Humidity in air slows drying so little chance to change mind, pack,and hike further. One hiker stopped in for water. Listen to an audiobook and doze.

Wood shakes on shelter.


* Dark Thoughts - thinking about quitting, why am I doing this to myself, so much better entertainment this summer available than this, etc.

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