Really want to make it to town tomorrow. Made dinner and was settling in when I heard voices, lots of voices. The campsite is next to a road and parking lot. Since it was Friday night my first thought was - high school kids were going to party at MY campsite. Turned out it was a troop of Boy Scouts. Boy Scouts have a terrible reputation on the AT as being general pests and overly annoying.
Could not have been more mistaken. As soon as I slowly made my way out of the tent (slowly is the ONLY way I get out of the tent) the adult leader asked me if I wanted to eat dinner with them. Why yes I replied and it was GAME ON. Dinner was some type of trail concoction of smoked sausage, carrots, corn-on-the-cob, potatoes, cabbage (source of fibre) and apples. Cooked together in propane steamer. Sounds strange but it works. Topped off the feast with s'mores and went to bed a happy camper. Survived a hurricane and to bed with a full belly. Life can be full a surprises if you just let them happen.
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