Day 13: Mail-Drops and Hitched Rides

Day #13

Franklin, North Carolina –> Siler Bald Shelter

4.2 miles

114 Total AT miles

We wake to an all-you-can-eat breakfast and gorge till our stomachs can hold no more. The breakfast is much the same as in the last hotel. Perfect! I eat plate after plate of Sausage, eggs, grits, biscuits with sausage grave, and blueberry waffles. A taste of heaven.

We figure out our food situation and mail ourselves enough food to get through the Smokey Mountains. In a few days, we’ll be in Fontana Dam where food is expensive. It is a very small place with no grocery stores, only a general store and a lodge. I mail myself two medium-sized flat-rate boxes overflowing with 20+lbs of food. We must carry enough for 6-8 days.

The woman who rode us to the post office waited. We found her 20mins later still in the parking lot to shuttle us further up the road. She could not take us the entire way due to a family obligation though she would have been glad to. The people of the south are super friendly.

A truck stops within a few minutes and rides us to the trail head. We take our time walking the four miles to the shelter. I sleep inside this one, my first time on the trail. I don’t think I will again; too noisy.

Breakfast at the hotel’s AYCE buffet. Breakfast of champions! I ate so many plates of food.
They even had cereal!
Packs exploded in our room. Takes a while to get everything cleaned up so we can head out for the day.
Mr. Kool-Aid, Canuck, and myself, Kodak, hitching a ride to the post office.
Canuck and Mr. Kool-Aid mailing their food to Fontana Dam.
My boxes of food. 20+lbs.
Canucks hammock was sent to the wrong city. They are going to forward it on to Fontana Dam.
Oh Yeah!!! What up Mr. Kool-Aid.
The woman who drove us to the post office waited for us and dropped us closer to the trail.
It did not take long before a truck drove us the rest of the way. Thanks dude. Sorry that I forgot your name.
A butterfly at the trail head.
Trail magic that was only trash when we found it.
It snowed in the night. We are feeling grateful to have spent the night indoors.
We have a fire at the Siler Bald Shelter. It was another cold night.
Mr. Kool-Aid started calling me “Princess Leia.” Thank God it didn’t stick…
Food safely hung from mice. The bottles prevent mice from climbing down the line to chew a hole through your bag.
A fire in the light of the full moon and the afterglow of the sun. What a beautiful night.



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