Today was a relatively tame day of hiking. Made it to a camp site at 643.5. Stopped earlier than perhaps expected but weather was supposed to turn foul.
Started hiking out of town on mother's day with a belly full of Hardees. The initial climb out of town was the stuff of hiking nightmares - squeeks and freaks (my pack's name) broke a strap pin,there was poison ivy as thick as Donald Trump's hair, steep, and rockier than I would have liked. Locals also might have been drinking as they routed it. Starting to worry a bit about ticks. Saw one on my leg, but I quickly flicked him off. Nothing deet won't fix :D
Be super careful about those ticks. I have an aunt with Lyme, and it's ruined her life and made it miserable. I love you and want you're life to be without that mess! DEET IT UP :D
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