Fighting Through the Virginia Blues


Night 33 – Persuaded by Luna and tempted by much needed rest, I was tempted into a second zero day on Damascus. Truth be told, my heels were feeling pretty rough. Rain, sweat, and good ol’ fashioned chafing had eroded the rears of my feet something fierce. The picture below is uncomfortable to remember, but luckily a mix of moleskin, duct tape and a mindfulness of the motion of my stride got me into Damascus without too much pain.

Needless to say, the second zero day served me well. Constant air and a third Epsom salt bath were likely the turning point that kept me on the trail and with my cherished friends.
Damascus also contributed to a widening of our circle and the initiation of a family name. The 33rd night saw shenanigans ranging from quarts of ice cream to drinks by the river to some extremely entertaining karaoke…

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