We sincerely apologize to our audience for the latest update in history. Our excuses follow: We have been having adventures that otherwise occupy us, hiking in a fellowship requires a certain social requirement, your mental state though overwhelmingly euphoric is constantly under a subtle anxietal pressure so writing a blog and keeping a journal just becomes that extra thing. However we are here to enlighten you to our adventures that followed the Smokies! Leaving the Smokies we had obtained spots in the distinguished Fellowship o' the PooWeed, a group entirely comprised of men, old and young, who found the value friendship and comraderie while the weather was grim and the moral low. A great group infact comprised of many members. Feathers, the modest ex-Apple employee who always has a way of brightening your day and is without question someone who has it in his heart and mind to make the trail his home and his goal. Big Style and Teabag, two kooky brits who are as good a duo as Abbot and Costello, whether it be their brother-like banter or just plain old random remarks made in the middle of a storm they're happy to help cheer you up. Wild-Thing, his name is as close to understanding him as you'll get, by far the most interesting and humorous person I've met to-date, he is a primary school teacher from England that hikes quick and gets his sugar rush from what he likes to call "Dirty Debbies". Tiger, he's an on and off again smoker but his humor is dark and his generosity unyielding. Last year he made an attempted southbound hike with out the slightest idea of what that entailed, being severely unprepared he managed to make it a few hundred miles down but finally realized that it was fruitless. He's going to finish without question with us this year, I won't let the bitch quit. BirdPerson, he's from Richmond and he went to VCU but his greatest accomplishment and redeeming talent is that he was a dude that caught and tagged birds so every bird we need identified it's done. He's witty on the retort and really knows how to put down his spirits and not be an incoherent pile of heaps afterward, in all honest he's unfazed by the ridiculous life we live and we love him for it. Scout, Florida babe that tried to do the trail last year making through most of the Shenandoahs before the month of fuckitty weather ate him and it was too much. Being the strong-willed man that he is he's back again this year starting fresh and finishing regardless like the rest of us. Like every fellowship needs he's the quiet, timid, one with any of the information one might need and is incredibly polite, a real sound dude yah hear. Odin, the man that we barely met, he was from my few nights with him a musician who was as liked as he was hated. He was cheerful and incredibly inspiring having walked an insane amount of miles to simply catch up with us out of the smokies. He did however tear his meniscus but he's gonna be back quite soon as I've heard it, we miss him. That's the lot of them. Currently after just hitting Damascus, Bridge and I are sitting in our tent having only hiked 3 miles today. We both got food poisoning and sleep is the only remedy we are aware of. Tomorrow however it's big miles, 26 our first marathon and then 19. We want to experience this trail though so from here on out we won't be doing very many zeros to update so they'll come when we are able to get them out. Love to you all, your prayers and wishes are much appreciated. And shout out to Eydie and Jim Triplett, you guys are amazing, thank you! As always the Psych is High!
-Waldo and Giggles your Neighborhood Nutcases