Days Nine and Ten: Waynesboro, VA

Daily mileage: 27
Miles to date: 245

Our first rest day! Waynesboro is a trail town along the Appalachian Trail. The local YMCA has a grassy area set aside for hikers and cyclists who come into town. Julie hiked the entire Appalachian Trail last year, so this was a bit of nostalgia for her. Apparently, all the hikers have trail names (Julie's Evergreen); I've met No Plan, Panda, Four Eyes, Pickwick, and a couple named Chuckwagon and Chowhound.

The most, um, colorful of this bunch is definitely Four Eyes, or as the CDC will likely come to know her: Patient Zero. She's some kind of science grad student going through a divorce. Boy, is she ever. I'm pretty sure she boned Panda last night, but before I had even taken my helmet off she was telling us about a poem she had written about trying to masturbate in her tent -- complete with leg gestures. A few minutes later, she started calling Pickwick "Daddy" in ways that made us all uncomfortable, and she passed around naked pics she had taken of herself with her phone.

Nice to meet you, too?

The only other memorable event from Waynesboro was the torrential hailstorm that turned Julie's tent upside down and blew my rainfly off and soaked most of my stuff for the second time on this trip. Given the size of the hail, we're probably lucky nothing ended up with holes in it.