May 4

Trail pancakes for breakfast, then on to some beautiful trail. Large, trout-filled brooks; woods and meadows covered in wildflowers; swimming in streams; dog-napping in the afternoon by dancing butterflies; a steep climb to buzzard rock for a scenic dinner; then a campsite out of the wind for the night: a typical Sunday on the Appalachian Trail. Confirmation that you should follow your dreams.

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4 Comments on “May 4

  1. Has RobinHood tried his brown bead-head wooly bugger yet? Looks like the perfect stream for it.

    • RobinHood informed me that he thinks wooly buggers are better pond/lake flies, but I’ve passed on your suggestion.

  2. What’s Cartwheels think the luckiest age is? Also, All In, when you were seven you wanted to save up to buy a mountain to build a log cabin on and live in all by yourself. That’s what I remember, anyway…. love, Barb:)

  3. OK, we read about the trout filled streams. Then what?

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