Left town refreshed and resupplied this morning, and started with nice walking along Brown Mountain Creek, once the site of a farming community made up of former slaves. There were two signboards describing their way of life, this one was about the "ash cakes" one man remembered his mother making.
But very warm this afternoon as we sweated climbing back up toward the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the flies were out again in force. The wind helped a little, plus the fact that the bugs quit at sunset.
There is a birdnest inside this shelter and an upset sparrow trying to fly in.
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