We were in shelter #5 - which is very far away from the other shelters. We felt like we were by ourselves in the woods. After a pleasant game of gin rummy (Dad beat me every hand), we went to sleep by the light of the fire and listening to the rain on the roof of the shelter. We were up and out very early the next morning knowing that we had a lot of ground to cover before meeting The Woodsman in the evening.
This section of trail is pretty, but somewhat noisy. When you start walking you can hear Rt. 31. Then, the trail passes near a shooting range, then you begin to hear traffic noise from the PA turnpike. Dad had been looking forward to crossing the turnpike bridge for some time and was very pleased to do so.
The trail was extremely wet. In some places the water was up over our ankles with no way to reroute. Welcome to day 4 of squishy feet.
We got rained on several times, but the sun was out on the prettiest section of trail near the Beams rocks area. This section of the trail is by far my favorite.
The last six miles were wet and long, but we made it through. We met The Woodsman at the Rt. 30 parking lot, and I traded partners again. It's always good to be in the woods with my Dad. We talk, observe, and of course, I get quizzed on plant names and tree types. Thankful for the time together and the time in the woods.