Journals From A 2003 Thru-Hike of the Appalachian Trail (by Loony)
Entry #117 – August 13, 2003
8:45 PM – A couple of interesting people we shared the shelter with last night. One guy had been out one night (this was the second) and got all his gear totally soaked through. He was headed home, I think. Andy tried to convince him to give it another go, but I’m thinking he didn’t. There was also a section hiker who must’ve been from New York or something. He was a hefty Guido-type guy, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. He slept on the wood bunk with no pad or sleeping bag. They were both nice guys though.
All I can say about our hike today is that we did 19 miles. Sat out a thunderstorm – on our packs again with the tarp over us. I am emotionally fried. I don’t think I can take another storm. I am nervous about the big mtns coming up – especially the Whites. Andy said I probably should have gone home along time ago, and he is probably right. But I can’t give in. I hardly give a damn about this trail. It’s not a trip I’ve been planning for my whole life, or whatever. It’s simple to me – I have to finish, to complete the goal. That’s it.