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July 16, 2001

Another short day today. Twelve miles to sleep under the stars again. I like that part a lot. I didn't leave camp until 11:15 this morning. I arrive at camp again at 5:30. I might get used to this. Actually, I'm taking these short days to be nearby for Norway. I hope that she sees it as opportunity to talk or some sort of support and not another drain in their life--like she can't get time and space alone. She doesn't seem to need or want to talk, so maybe after her Mom's surgery tomorrow I'll talk off. I know that I wouldn't want to be alone and wouldn't want to ask someone to stick around. But she does a very convincing job of that. Either way, I'm here and resting. I won't ask how she feels about it.

Last night Ridgerunner Debbie left carrots, onions, and green pepper at the campsite. Moonlight, Palidine, and I shared burritos and veggie soup with the fixin's. Most gourmet potluck I've had in awhile. Today Ridgerunner Mountain Goat and his sucky dog Spike gave us all oranges. CT is the first place I've talked with the ridgerunners. It seems like a really laid-back job, but I don't think I'd like to do it. Like I said, the PR would ruin the trail experience for me. Also, it seems pretty unnecessary during the week. Still, it's nice to talk with these folks who usually heave good local beta. Tomorrow morning, I'm hiking to town for breakfast. I may take a cold-water fully-clothed shower at the hydroelectric plant as well.

Lyme Disease is on the rise. Will Scarlett of the Sherwood Forest--authentic Brit with foul language to prove it--has now been diagnosed as well. That makes half dozen hikers now. I'm checking myself and watching for symptoms.