Smokys are history.

 The Smokys were very good and very bad, actually the best and worst so far. I'll share the bad later, it's finally turning funny.

Tomorrow is Day 28. Couple of milestones; I'm at mile 247 which is more than 10% of trek. They say by 28 the body is pretty much acclimated. Not to sure about that. Every morning my body still says: "hey Shparky, Whatya shay we do shomethin different today?" Yes it's got a lisp, it's got cracks, holes, scars, bruises and sore ankles, knees, but less baby fat. I've only had one zero day. The day after the night I will explain another day.

Want to know what that lil flower looks like times a million?

That's actually a protected area. The bigger fear down hear isn't bears as much as wild boar and we're pretty sure one ran thru camp the other night.

The poor little oxymorons don't have enough brains to traverse this simple bridge:

So I'm still getting so many encouraging messages: Instant Msges, Facebook, txt,  emails n blogs. Ty so much. It's been so inspirational that I decided to write a song just for you! It goes like this and I thought a lot about the tune and chose "On Top of Ole Smoky". And a 1 and a 2 and a 1,2,3 and a 4 and a 5,and a 6,7,8. (Did u really read that? U probly read what my body said w a lishp too huh?)

Here goes: u must sing it or u won't smile.

On top of Ole Smoky

All covered with sweat, 

Walked into a shelter

And they told me to get,

So I went to go camping

And set up my tent

All alone by myself and

So glad it has vents

When I'm trying to sleep dear

In a mummy sleeping bag

My legs stick together

It becomes quite a drag, 

So someday now soon dear

A shower I'll take 

Before I see family

And they choke on my shtank.

Ja like it? I hope u sang it otherwise ur not smiling as much as those who sang it. Go back.

My friend Debbie I/M me the other day saying the devo was exactly what she needed to read that day.  It's been crazy how much they rhyme with the time.

Be thankful. 

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