Helvey’s Mill Shelter, Va. — mile 589.7 from Georgia.
Being a pseudo macho type, I’m not sure what degree of tragedy is truly associated with breaking a finger nail. I suspect it depends on age and gender.
Two days ago something analogous happened. My right trekking pole lost its tip in a tiny cravass between two rocks on the trail.
At first I didn’t notice. What with trying to read the rocks under the leaf litter, I had enough to do just to stay vertical.
At some point I noticed my right pole was blooming like a brown leafy bouquet. What the …. is that?
I. scrapped it off to discover the rubber tip was gone. Oh the tragedy of it. Now I sound like a peg leg pirate thump, thump, thumping along the path. It’ll scare the bears away. Worse, the other hikers (what other hikers?) might think I’m an idiot. The sound and the worry of it all!
Remember the old New Yorker cartoons about the stereotypical NYC sanitation worker spearing litter with a stick with a nail on the end? That’s me.
There’s a photo enclosed.
The weather forecast is good! We’re going to try and tent at Trent’s Grocery tomorrow – mile 606.0. With luck we’ll reach Woods Hole Hostel – mile 620.9 on Tuesday before dark.