Darkness cannot exist without the absence of light and fortunately the sun always rises. Though yesterday was grim ad almost hopeless, today the horizon is bright again. After suffering troubling blisters on my heels from the monolithic Limmer boots, I was able to recover in Helen, Georgia. I am truly grateful to DaddyO and Peacock for bringing me into town and saving me from misery. After making moderate recoveries at Motel 6, we feasted at a Mexican restaurant and I successfully finished a pint of ice cream on my own! I am awaiting new shoes in the mail at Hiawassee. But in the meantime I am wearing DaddyO’s crocs. Today was a moderate mileage day, to promote recovery, but tomorrow we must brave the brunt of the rainstorm to reach Hiawassee, the prospect in the valley. I roam with different packs of hikers every day, but so far on of my favorites is Handyman. He is an older inspired man, enchanted enough with the woods to heave his old life behind.
Love, Ishmael
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