I am anxiously stationed on the edge of the Smokies, bidding me time against the weather. It is certainly below freezing because it has been snowing sporadically all day. After a pampered morning resupplying at Fontana Village, I set out with Fish, Furniture and Free Hugs as well as Beavis and Dog to eliminate the possibility of a zero day. Since about 2:00pm we have been pent up in the spacious Fontana “Hilton” shelter crowded around a campfire and devouring camp provisions.
I am ready to finally enter the Smokies, the greatest crucible of this hike, and end all the awkward tension circulating around the nature of the terrain. The community is obviously growing stronger, but frays in integrity develop at the edges, just as in any group, and people are prone to dishonesty. Regardless, I am ready to cross Fontana Dam.
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