Date: 2004-02-27
From: Miss JanetÃÂÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs House

To: Miss Janet's House
Miles today: 0.0

Another great zero day. I was up last night until 0230 looking up my classes for next fall and winter. By 0230 I had all the classes needed and their times offered and I called it a day. But not wanting to waste a day sleeping I got up at 0900 and ate an unhealthy number of honey buns someone had in the hiker box here. I was very leery as they looked to be leftovers from the Last Supper but they tasted sweet and they were still sticky. I typed for the next 4 hours working hard to update the dates that I had lost. At about 1300 I went for a walk. First I hit the Sonic and nailed some good eats there. We need a Sonic or 300 up north. I ate dinner in front of the Courthouse and stepped inside the entryway of the Sheriffs building, reading the bulletin board. From the wall filled with thank you notes I guess it really is true that the county sheriff in the South is second only to the Pastor. After lunch I walked the sidewalks. They have a ¢store¢ that sells diamonds and services cars. Just think, you can get princess cut earrings and a quart of 10W-30 all in one stop. Its ingenuity and practicality like that that will keep the South way ahead of the curve. I did some thinking as I was walking, not much else to do cept crack jokes to yourself. I was thinking about conversations I have had with 3 separate hikers that all said that when they hike all they think about is food, shelter, and where the next water source is. I would be bored out of my head. As it is now I the day blows by. I don¢t think I could hike much longer than a day or 2 if all I thought about were basic human needs. I agree that out in the wood that¢s all that is needed for survival, but why just survive when you can thrive? I think I got that from somewhere.After about an hour of walking and a days worth of thinking I turned back towards Miss Janets. Back there I knocked out my school schedule. 18 credits next fall, including 2 Spanish courses. Dios mios, it may be a long semester, but I¢ll be whistling Dixie when I have the Spanish language licked. Look it dead in the eyes and hit it square in the head. Don¢t let it beat you.I journaled and called Andy and gave him updates and answered some of his questions about his upcoming hike. He is so excited. Ah yes, flash back to First Knight¢¦As I said in yesterday¢s journal, when I first watched First Knight as a freshman in high school, I did not look deep enough into all of it. I fell in love with the notion of being fearless and not letting anything bother you, like Sir Lancelot. When I watched it last night I caught what King Arthur says to Lancelot about being fearless, ¢If you fear nothing, you must love nothing¢. Back to being selfish. Hmm, I have about 1850 miles to figure that one out. I typed for quite a while after that and then headed into Erwin Burrito for a quesadilla. Some of the best food I have had on the trail. I think I will have to take the family there when they arrive tomorrow. The plan is to have the Blood arrive at around 0930 in the morning tomorrow. Until mid afternoon is pretty open. One option is to have my Dad and brother in law hike up to the first shelter for Saturday night and then have Dad get picked up Sunday morning at Indian Gap, like 4 miles after. But I think I might rather spend all day with the Fam and not hit the trail until Sunday. We¢ll see what the weather brings.After the meal I read the Bible a while and then watched School of Rock. Before I left I decided that I would probably be looking for some new hobbies once this is all said and done and the dust has settled. Playing the guitar and downhill skiing are top on the list. Something tells me that Spanish will be plenty.Then after the movie I moved to the computer and got caught up with my journals. I think I will now retire to my quarters and call it a night. Its 0200 after all and I have family to see tomorrow. The journals I lost, February the 6th, 7th, 11th, 12th, and 13th are all now filled in near as I could remember. If you read only one journal from here on out, check out February 11th. http://www.trailjournals.com/entry.cfm?id=53334 Let me know what you think. In the words of Forrest Gump, ¢And that¢s all I have to say about that¢