This was taken about halfway into the Great Smoky Mountains, around December 15, 2005. From reading my journal, I was at least a month behind schedule at this point, and was just looking forward to finishing up at Springer Mountain in Georgia. The weather had other ideas. It had been cold and rainy for the previous month with scattered snowstorms, but nothing too serious.
Things changed once I hit the Smokies. Rain turned to snow, and temperatures dropped to around zero at night. We were breaking trail the last forty miles through snow drifts and ice. Can’t say it was alot of fun at some points, but I’ve still got all my fingers and toes and all’s well in the end.
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