sun march 21 day aofter spring pt 1

Started by being woke up by a pack of U.S. Eagle scouts of some make, mocking the color of my teal tent. Before this bemused prepubescent mockery was out of earshot, the slow howl of a big wind echoed off the north face of Blood Mt. and I knew that I had little time to get packed up before the rapidly moving grey clouds dumped their juicy load. The rain started A few minutes before i had my gear stowed. It was a short 1 mile down going SB on the AT a lovely camping spot, with my 65 lb pack it was taxing even with all my normal walking . But the day before I was walking from De Soto falls to the top of the pass. a steep 3 miles. by walking on the side of the highway. about half a mile up I gave up and sat down to a fine medicinal herbal organic smoke, followed by a good chemical Marlboro snipe cigarette. I stuck out my thumb occasionally but as it was a sunny day enjoying the sight of De Soto Falls, and the Great Smoky mts on a sunny day I wasn't in any hurry. A family picked me up in a jeep. When the back hatch opened for my pack I asked if I could put my backpack on a pile of walking sticks. "It wont hurt them." It was a beautiful ride. When they let me off at Neels Gap there were hikers standing around fire barrels on this beautiful pass looking north west I could see a great Blue Ridge. He gave me one of the beautiful walking sticks a Wolf Ridge Original that him and his family make. Made of mt. Laurel, The Old Timers say its dangerous, but it aint either!. it sure helped me up and down the ridge just north of Hiawasee Inn. Which was where I was headen. After breakfast I walked out to Neels Pass just 2 lanes and dense fog and light rain to hitch threw north Ga.s Smokey Mountains to North Carolinas Nantahala Cherokee Homeland. The wind was so fast right there where I was standing. it blew in alternating clear and rain and fog threw the mts. so that some times you could see far off mts and clouds racing the ridges and over to the other side. After about 30 mins I got another ride. To a town called Blairsville.....to be continued.