Warning: Pretty gross photos of feet to follow.
I'm laying in a hotel bed of a Howard Johnson in Daleville, Virginia. I know that HoJo hotels aren't known for having the most comfortable beds in the world, but this must be a special Howard Johnson because I cannot motivate myself to get out of this pile of blankets and pillows. Even if it is for a slice of pizza that is just 10 feet away on the table.
I am taking a zero today, and it's only half because I want to. The other half is because it is totally necessary. Walking up and down mountains for 730 miles takes its toll on your body. There isn't a hiker out here who isn't ailing in some sort of way. Knees are hurt, ankles are sore, hips are bruised. For me, it's the feet. They are swollen, blistered, and rashed. Rest is necessary.
I can't complain though. At least I'm still out here. Our friend Sparrow broke her hip and was carried out of the woods on a makeshift stretcher made out of a sleeping bag and tree branches. She had surgery the next day, and I wish her all the best.
Injury is such a sad reason to have to get off the trail, but it happens. I'm going to do my best to make sure I avoid that as much as possible. So I will lay here the rest of the day and watch Dumb and Dumber. Not a bad day.