I have some time this morning because I am letting things dry out before I go on in to Cumberland. I guess I have “riders remorse”, I am feeling like the ride is almost over. I know that I start riding back to Washington, and I have several days left, but its over the same roads that I have just come. Back to work, the commute, the same old grind. Maybe a hot shower and a good nights sleep will rejuvenate me for the return trip. Wow, page 9 already. I guess I will have to get more paper in Cumberland. I didn’t think that I would be writing this much.

You know, it sure is tempting to call the wife and arrange for her to pick me up somewhere further down the road. I hear there is some good riding from Cumberland northwards and I have 4 or 5 more days…

I just walked up to the trail and stood there listening. Try as I might, I could not hear a human sound. No motors, no banging or clanging, not even a passing airplane. Other then the details of the trail, there is no indication of anyone passing those place in years. I know that thousands of people have passed through this very place but, for now, I am alone. I don’t think I have felt this for years, probably the last time was when I was growing up in Montana.