Friday, April 19, 2013

April can be dicey in Virginia...

But we couldn't wait any longer... so with a chilly spring we set off for a 39 miler in SW VA.

 Our first Tiger Swallow Tail of the Year!
 A blow down never holds up hiking Cute Husband... Plus he is all light weight with his new back pack which meant I was always 50 yards behind...
 This was  a lovely grove with a lovely spring where we decided to make a meal out of peanut butter and jelly while we filtered water.
 No leaves yet on the trees, but the walk through farmlands is always a treat.
 

 Yes....
 I am most crazy for you. We shared the first night with a thru hiker and her dog. We managed to fall asleep before her and wake up after her.
 Pre- spring in the mountains. 

 This was the lovely climb to Chestnut Knob Shelter.   This was the lovely climb where I got so sunburned I could barely sleep.  Note to self:    Sunscreen is never too heavy to carry.
 Cute Husband checks the time.... should we do our first stealth camp or enjoy the pleasures of  Chestnut Knob Shelter?

 Well.. both!
 We spent some time relaxing at the beautiful enclosed shelter on the top of the mountain.

 Sometime during the hike, a rock jumped out of the ground and tripped me.   Sometimes roots do the same thing to me.  The pain was so intense I choose to not take off my sock for 2 days.


 Nasty?  Yes. 

But, there really was no need to view the horrific mangled black appendage that my toe had become until absolutely necessary.

 We left the shelter in the dust and decided to hike on until we found the perfect spot to lay down the traveling LoveNest for the evening.  We walked on until darkness fell and then found a spot under some bushes, dug out a spot and laid our new uber light weight tent down for the night. Unfortuntely, it rained like hell during the night and I got no more pictures of the end of the hike.
 But, we graduated to something big!   We spent the night in our own little corner of the mountain, rather than on some pre-determined spot near a shelter.  We are BACKPACKERS!

Warren, my love, was still celebrating when we went to Panama!