Very warm as I wait for the motel's day guy to give me a free ride back up the 15 miles to Newfound Gap at 3:30. Thunderstorm looming-- yesterday a torrential downpour hit an hour after I hitched into town.
I've enjoyed my 24 hours in this slice of schlock and glitz in the middle of a magnificent national park. Especially the 34oz. mug of IPA at the Smokey Mountain Brewpub. Even ran into some of the young party hikers unexpectedly (they hit the bars until 1am and then continued drinking as they played in their motel's outdoor pool until 4am with two Australian girls). Massive hangovers apparent, but they left for the trail hours ago, so that may finally be the last I see of them, unless in Maine later this summer.
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