What a welcome sight the sun was this morning. Yesterday, we hiked 17 miles in fog. All day was foggy and humid. It did not rain, but our gear was still wet from the first hike. 

We ran into one person so far. He was out for a five day trip or so. It was great to talk to a local, who knew the trail and some nearby towns. After lunching with him, we moved on. We seemed to be hiking flawlessly, making great time, until we stopped here for the day. 

Teabag took his pack off, pulled out his sleeping pad, and fell asleep, just about that fast. I wasn’t sure if it was intended to be a nap, but I was grateful for the break either way. It was still only around 4:00, but I started eating dinner. There were hundreds of birds around me, the only noises I could hear. A bald eagle took noisy flight from a dead tree nearby as I moved on to dessert, a chocolate bar and some spoonfuls of peanut butter. 

Since my friend showed no signs of movement, I set up my tarp and headed to bed. With few trees, I had to set it up on the trail, but I didn’t anticipate any hikers coming through. The one hiker we met said everyone was probably holding out for better weather. Which might be this morning.