That climb this morning though. It was really wicked. But now I am done. And my feet are so glad of it. When I finally reached Sugar Run Road and caught a glimpse of the gleaming metal roof of Woods Hole Hostel, I nearly collapsed in gratitude. And now that I'm showered and napped and wearing comfy cotton clothes, the whole week of hiking seems something like a dream.
|A beautiful site after sleeping |
in a hammock outdoors for a week!
|Some of the gardens at Woods Hole Hostel|
|My dinner mates|