Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Late May David and I headed down to Northern Georgia to hike a small section of the Appalachian Trail.  
We managed to stay on the trail for three whole days. We hiked about 30 miles.

 Despite the fact that the back pack I was using was too big did not slow me down.  I was determined to make it to Neel's Gap and procure a new one that actually fit and hike on to the NOC.  
The morning of day three David had what we thought was a bladder infection.  We made it over Blood Mountain, the highest point in Georgia on the AT, and headed into Blairsville to get David to a doctor.  Thankfully, Wally World had a Doc-in-a-box and David got right in.  Turns out he was dehydrated and had a bladder infection.  Over dinner we discussed taking a zero day, no hiking, and getting him rehydrated and a good two days of medicine in him before hiking on.  However David got a call after dinner that his cousin's husband had been killed in an auto accident that morning.  We decided to come home.  The funeral was going to be that Friday and as I have learned presence is a comfort to those who mourn as much as any words ever spoken.

Isaiah 25:8 
He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth. The LORD has spoken.

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