3/26/00
Day 4
Dick's Dome Shelter
39.3 miles

Thought I'd have more time to write but I usually want to be finished with dinner cleanup by sunset and after dark I'm either checking the map for the next day's hike, talking with people, or cold and tired enough that going to bed at 8 pm sounds reasonable.  I started seeing my first flowering plants yesterday.  All little things.  One's with white petals like a daisy, and tiny violet ones (bluettes?), (gentians?).  How come I didn't see any the first two days?  Is it that Spring is two days further on?  Or does the 30 miles I've traveled south make the difference?

I've also seen several kinds of butterflys, many birds (including some hawks), grey squirrels, a rabbit, and a total of 7 deer.  These Virginia deer have huge white pennants for tails, compared to the ones you might remember from Michigan.  It's probably not surprising that I keep seeing the deer.  These ridgelines must be their only habitat.  The valleys below are all farmed and settled.  Don't have to worry about bears yet, as there's not enough range up on these narrow bands of forest to sustain them.  Plenty of bear territory coming up in Shenandoah Park, however.  Should start that in about 3 days.

This next bit is going to be very boring.  I want to enumerate all my various aliments, both real and imagined (and the imagined ones are just as important).  As I'm walking along I spend a noticeable portion of my time thinking about these things, so it's a valid part of my experience.  This is obstensively a letter to you, but it's also the closest I'll come to keeping a journal.  So some of this stuff I'm writing just for me.  I recommend you skip ahead to the next entry.

*** Begin Boring List of Medical Complaints ***

*** End Boring List of Medical Complaints ***

I know you must wonder why I would want to write any of that down.  Although reaching Katahdin will certainly be a mental challenge, on many levels, it's currently the physical requirements that dominate my thoughts.  I feel like I'm piloting a rusty, leaky old boat and I have to plot the smoothest possible course and avoid all hazards, or else the thing will capsize and sink.  Five million steps.  If you put any kind of machine through that many repetitions, it would surely break down.  The only thing that makes the human body able to withstand that stress is its ability to self-repair.  I have to keep the damage within the limits of my body's ability to heal.

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