One of my best memories was when Hammock Hanger let me join her on her 100 mile finishing up hike between Pearisburg and Roanoke, Va. This was my first multi-day hike I remind you. The second day I pulled a 16 hour hike, not a lot of miles but a long day ending at Pine Swamp Shelter. The next day after 6 restless hours sleeping on a pile of rocks in my hammock (I know that sounds strange) I jumped up to get a start on HH. She soon passed me by. When I reached Bailey Gap shelter it was time to put a fork in me…I was done. HH left a note there that she’d been waiting for something like 2 hours and went on to the War Spur Shelter. So here it was, around noon, cold as heck, I’m all by myself, the woods are quite except for the wind and I was prepairing to spend my first night in a shelter, when I here this huge roar from a jet getting louder and louder. Then it appeared flying about 200 ft above the ridge line only about a half mile in front of the shelter. If that wasn’t enough, he did a barrel roll. No lie!!! and knowing they always fly in pairs, his buddy soon arrived and did the same thing. They had me hooting and hollering out there like a crazy person. So that was really one of the worst, and best, days I ever had hiking. And I finally caught up to HH but that’s another story.
Buster