Miles: 1309.6 | An all-day downpour kept us tent-bound from dawn to dark, turning the day into an unplanned zero filled with naps, shared meals, downloaded documentaries, stiff muscles, homesick thoughts, and the quiet heaviness that sometimes settles in when the trail—and the sky—refuse to lift.
We awoke to rain. Pouring rain. I packed up quickly at around 6am to try to avoid getting my tent more soaked than it already was. Josh and TNT had already packed up and left. Miles hadn't gotten up yet. I went into his tent to take shelter from the rain. He ate breakfast and we agreed to wait it out for a bit and see if it let up. I laid down and fell asleep. When I woke up a few hours later, it was still pouring. Neither of us wanted to hike in the rain, so we agreed not to.
I napped on and off, watched a few Netflix documentaries that I had downloaded, and all around just didn't move much. My body got stiff. My mind got homesick. The gray day didn't make it better.
In the evening we split a meal, we hadn't done much and we didn't feel like we needed to eat a whole meal ourselves. We went to bed, it was still raining and we hadn't seen the sun all day. In hindsight we should probably have gotten up and moved around more, but we were both kind of depressed. The sleep felt good.