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Oats on the Pinhoti: Days 18-19
I woke up, grateful to not be swept away by the river and that it had stopped raining overnight. I bravely slid my last pair of dry socks into my
Oats on the Pinhoti: Days 16 and 17
Day 16, Sunday I stirred to the sound of constant, tapping raindrops against my tent. My jaw ached; I’d recently been grinding my teeth at
Oats on the Pinhoti: Days 14 and 15
Day 14, Friday My necklaces are a map of the Pinhoti Trail bead-by-bead, and the nordic rune Raidho a friend made for me before I began my first
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 13
Day 13, Thursday After stirring from a couple dreams that prove I’m definitely bisexual, I saw headlights pull up through my room’s window at The
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 12
Day 12, Wednesday When I woke up, I immediately checked on my roommate for the night, who seemed to have flown the coop. I ate my morning poptart
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 11
Day 11, Tuesday Tuesday was the first day of turkey hunting season in Alabama. I was reminded of this fact early, as a couple of hunters startled
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 10
Monday, Day 10 On Monday, my luck avoiding the worst of rain and storms on trail ran out. The morning sky was dark and foreboding, and didn’t
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 9
Day 9, Sunday This morning, I was on trail at least an hour earlier than yesterday. It was a day of settling in to the trail sans Thru Dog, and I
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 8
Day 8, Saturday TW: mention of suicide and sexual assaultI woke to the 4-note song of a bird overhead. As I slowly came to, I heard its call, the
Oats on the Pinhoti: Day 7
Friday morning I arranged to drop my car near the northern terminus and scheduled a shuttle back to the trail, all before I crawled out of bed. It
