Virginia
Miles: 9
I woke up early and hiked with Modelo 9 miles across the Tennessee-Virginia border and down into Damascus. When crossing the border I drew a line in the dirt and made a big deal out of stepping across it. Virginia is where the pee stick gets caught in the ceiling fan for many hikers because it’s the longest you are in the same state. It’s said that progress feels slower here but I’m excited for the Highlands, Shenandoah Valley, aqua-blazing, seeing my friends homes, and visiting my brother in DC. The very bad news is Modelo must go home tomorrow. His mother is seriously sick. I will really miss hiking with him. Getting to Virginia is atleast a decent run and he’s already hiked the PCT. I wouldn’t be surprised if he returns next year or so to finish. I bought new actual hiking shoes. I loved my keen sandals but I can’t afford to sacrifice the support trail running shoes offer. I’m done with the hiking staff I had been using for the past week. Modelo gave me his poles which at first I was hesitant because they’re so nice. If I finish on Khatadin with them it would be poetic. Anyways the gang and I had a good day in town. I food-maxed as usual which makes me feel heavy and lethargic. Since modelo and I got into town at 11 we ate at the same diner for lunch and dinner. You could get a burger and fries from there for 7 dollars. Anyways I’m about to fall asleep. Thanks for reading!