Another day spent in solitude, another day for introspection. It is near impossible to catalogue all of the daily happenings within my mind and body, but my transformation will supersede any writings in a journal.
Today was the climb of Roan Mountain, a crucible of a hike. The summit wasn’t rewarding in views or company but it felt very satisfying to conquer my last 6000 foot mountain until the Whites. I am staying in Overmountain Shelter, the luxurious renovated barn. My company tonight was Glen, a section-hiker for whom I created a fierce campfire. My efforts were rewarded further when Gloworm and Viewfinder arrived, eager to share the warmth.
I don’t know if it is effective for people to convert hikers through leaving Bibles in Shelters. Obviously we are on a quest of uncertainty or in a certain direction away from a stifling religion. Bibles certainly aren’t food.
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