What exactly does that mean? Well, it means a lot of things, but only a few that matter to us thruhikers. One, the trail was mostly hard packed dirt. Two, the elevation ascents and descents became almost imperceptible. Three, it's no longer five thousand degrees outside, in fact, it's a little cool (still almost 90 degrees) with a nice breeze.
This only solidified my opinion that Virginia is pretty much just a bad joke. A joke that has to be explained after the fact to make any sense, rendering it unfunny and a little awkward.
So after walking an easy 20 miles, we strolled over the Shenandoah River and into Harper's Ferry (where radical abolitionist John Brown went out like a true baller).
Dang! Too legit.
Anyhow, this town is super weird and really touristy and even though it looks cool and historic, it's pretty whacky. Also, there's no food for us here. Not even a grocery store. There's also nowhere to sleep that doesn't cost a million dollars, so after asking a local, we tented behind a church (hiker trash status elevated).
I woke up at 7:00 am the next morning (that's pretty late for most hikers) and immediately found out that all of Harper's Ferry is completely dead until at least 9. I mean there was literally no one. It was a total ghost town.
At 9 the ATC opened and we took our obligatory pictures:
Then we got our packages. Lots of goodies from friends (including tons of cookies!) and new shirts from Jessica over at Vegan Outdoor Adventures (veganoutdooradventures.com). And damn was it time for a new shirt. This is my old one after a thousand miles:
And now it's time to head out, over the Potomac River and into Maryland, another state in the bag.
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