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11 , 1981 Thursday From Gonzo!s Appalachian
Trail journal Bruce’s alarm went off at 5:30, mine at 5:45 am, but we didn’t get up until around seven or so. Grits with cinnamon, sugar and jelly was fairly good. Made it to Allen’s gap fairly quickly and walked down the road a little while (.1m) to the state line gas station where we took a break, and I had a pint of butter pecan ice cream. Now I have 12 cents to my name. Talked to some folks at the station for a while and they said they lived about twenty minutes up the trail, and to stop when we arrived there. We found their trailer with their name on a sign, The Cutshall’s, and shot the breeze with them for almost one and a half hours. Part of the conversation was about God, and they showed us the small chapel that they had built on their property. Another item discussed was the Plott dog breed. Plott dogs are bear hunting dogs and some purebreads sell for $3000 each. From the Cutshall’s, I walked about three miles in about an hour to the Little Laurel shelter, and stopped to wait for the group. They had decided to stop at Little Laurel shelter instead of pushing on to Jerry’s cabin shelter only seven miles away. Then, the following day, travel 22 miles. I felt like I would rather walk the seven miles today and finish with thirteen tomorrow, but I also like to stay with the group. My need for company and security won out. Along the trail I saw an Indian Pipe plant today.
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