Great hunger

Woke up early and rather cold, surprisingly. Even though I’m getting my 30 degree quilt in Killington, VT, I’m thinking maybe I should hold onto my 20 degree down bag instead. How the trail changes! I would’ve killed for that quilt in the Mid-Atlantic.

I’m running a bit low on food since I wasn’t able to get the extra calories I had hoped to get in Great Barrington (the cafe was closed and the doll shop no longer sold ice cream). Eh, poor hiker planning on my part.

I was really counting on getting some more calories at the Cookie Lady’s, and was stoked to see signs for fresh eggs for sale. I walked to her house about to ask her to cook me up some of her eggs–I’d pay extra–when I saw a sign saying she sells them *boiled* to hikers as well! Unfortunately, she wasn’t home. I got water and ate my last Whoopie Pie and braced myself for the last 10 miles to Dalton without food.

My feet are starting to hurt and I’m afraid that despite all the precautions I’ve taken to protect my feet on this trail by trading out shoes often, that plantar fascitis is setting in. The shoes I was supposed to get in Ft. Montgomery, but had to forward to Kent, and didn’t get in Kent, are sorely needed. Luckily, I remember Tom in Dalton taking hikers over to a Dick’s Sporting Goods…new shoes will be had in Dalton!