At one point, we had a crewing snafu. According to the paper map, it looked like the road intersected with the trail at one point at Maple Hill, when it actually paralleled the road – from on top of a tall hill. A really tall hill. I was nearly out of water, as I’d planned to get more from Ed, and I could see him on the road below. But he was so far down, and there were no paths, so there was no way for me to resupply. The next road crossing was in another 3.1 miles, so I soldiered on.
At the end of the day, I found a tick or two on me. ICK!