Snacks from Trail AngelsI am sitting here in the oasis of hospitality somewhere off the side of bleak highway 64 near Franklin, NC. Even in the most bitter throes of nature there are people to keep my spirit warm. Out here we call them ‘trail angels.’ After leaving the ridgeline I stumbled onto a group of kind elderly folks who welcomed me into a tarp with warm coffee, hot chocolate and sugary snacks. From this point onward, my adventure is looking bright.
I will be stopping in Franklin this afternoon for crucial supplies and after that head out to conquer the Smokies. I am already adapted well to life in the wilderness and have grown a new physique, appetite and spiritual insight. I feel detached from the realm of indoor living, but I still miss you all!
Love, Michael/Ishmael
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