A classic story of my love for hiking
I had always done day trips. I had imagined an overnight excursion somewhere like False Cape or kayaking to camp one of the barrier islands on the Eastern Shore. But, a mountain hike and camping trip? What the heck. It would earn me a little “street cred” among my co-workers around the state. The Chesapeake Bay Sierra Club had a trip to go along with a class I attended a month or two ago. The group seemed friendly and the leaders knowledgeable. So, everything would go like clockwork. Right?
Anyone who knows me or read my last entry knows that nothing goes like clockwork for me. I was lollygagging in Charlottesville waiting to buy a map from Blue Ridge Mountain Sports. Then, I wasted more time looking for a Route 51 off of Route 60 (directions given to me by an online map and seemed to be the best way…
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