I slept so well in Papa Smurf's bunkhouse and woke up to French Toast and other culinary delights.
We took a couple of group pictures and shared many hugs before being whisked back to the trail.
Big thanks to Papa Smurf and Mountain Mama for sharing so much with us and always offering more. Their seemingly endless energy and generosity introduced me to a new level of giving and the beauty that grows in such fertile soil.
In the words of Papa Smurf, "God gives you certain gifts and provides opportunities to use them."
It felt great to be back on the trail, my feet healed and easily a few pounds heavier.
The trail was dry but the surrounding mountain peaks were beautifully covered in snow.
I hiked through a fragrant pine forest, the trail covered in duff.
People can be so good to each other. One shared moment can grow into something that touches countless lives and brings to life to new forms of beauty. It's called "trail magic" out here but it happens everywhere. All it seems we have to do is be willing to participate.
To cap off this wonderful day, a day I surpassed the 10% mark on the trail and was the giver and recipient of many hugs, I reunited with three of my friends from the Appalachian Trail and hiked the last few miles of the day, shared dinner, and camped with them beneath the glow of the heavens.
Here is a video of us relaxing at the end of the day.