Wednesday – Day Four – we rolled out of our Lance Creek tent site slowly at around 9am after fueling up on oatmeal and coffee as usual. The morning light in the gap gently turned from gray to purple to peach to periwinkle.
Day 4 I saw my first needle ice – caused by the earth temperature being above freezing and the air temperature being below freezing.
This short 7.2 mile hike took us over Blood Mountain, the tallest Georgia mountain on the AT at an elevation of 4,457′.
Stunning views at the top of Blood Mountain – Jonathan got out his compass and he and K2 figured they could see Atlanta.
Inside the historic rock shelter built in 1934, I overheard another hiker doing a phone interview from inside his tent.
The wind wanted to blow us off Blood Mountain on the way down. The insulated tube to my Camelbak froze from the wind chill for about an hour or two.
Yet when we hit Neel Gap and Mountain Crossings Outfitter, Jonathan announced he’d gotten an answer finally from Blood Mountain Cabins. K2 had called twice earlier and hit their answering machine. We were elated and immediately hoofed it down the quarter mile side trail to the main cabin lobby.
Jonathan bunked with a fellow who started the day as a thru hiker and by the next morning he was through hiking. That’s how bad coming off Blood Mountain was!
K2 and I bunked solo until we heard Scotty Roo was headed our way and then it was the three of us in for the night.
Our first showers in four days! Even the simple pleasure of being inside and drinking from a tap delighted us. Plus we had our laundry done – true lap of luxury.
On the way down Blood Mountain – the wind chapping my skin, my knees aching – a random vision of spaghetti marinara sustained me. Why a huge, hot plate of Italian noodles smothered in sauce? I didn’t know from where this carb fest might magically appear. It propelled me though. It got me through.
Then as I circled the shelf in the little Blood Mountain Cabins store I saw one box of spaghetti and one jar of sauce. Boom!
It’s the little things.