Idlewild and up, up, up we go

In Idlewild, I found lodging in the cutest of small lodges, with a bathtub into which I sank immediately, not before taking a shower however, because I was black with grime. Even after showering the following bath ended up leaving black rims of dirt. I dont think I have ever been so dirty!
In exhaustion I fell into bed and slept like an angel.
The next morning I met Elisabeth from Holland and Don from Portland and had a wonderful Hiker breakfast together. They were both staying on for a second night, I decided to get a ride back to the trail despite the thunderstorm that was brewing. And so it was, one hour in, all hell broke loose. I opened my umbrella and just stood still watching the rain and streams becoming rivers within minutes.
An hour later the air cleared and I continued climbing up the 700m in a good flow of energy.
The night was different, a gale force wind developed and temperatures dropped real low. I froze and listened to the tent rattling all night while I mused on how stupid I was not to have stayed another night in Idlewild!Weiterlesen