5/6/17--Mile 728--A Cracker Barrel in Daleville, Virginia Dear Andrew, I must admit that my biscuit rampage has only continued in your absence. Your visit last week made my spirits soar to unparalleled highs, and it wasn't just because Harry Potter was on TV in the motel room. It made me realize what the hardest part of this has really been--being so far from everyone I love, and everyone who loves me. This week I've been thinking about all the love I've taken for granted, and how rich life can be when shared with others--almost as rich as the eight biscuits you saw me consume over the course of 12 hours. But here's a recap of every biscuit I've eaten since we parted: The Pearisburg Hardee's Egg and cheese biscuit: greasy and gooey and wonderful after a rainy night. Good for: giving me enough energy to hike over 20 miles to tent at The Captain's. He's a bearded old southern man (so many of them are) who invites hikers to camp on his yard across a creek from the trail. To get there you clip your backpack to a zipline and pull yourself across on a swing. I slipped off the swing and several hikers had to haul me in; I survived with only minimal physical injuries and severe damage to my pride. The Homeplace Restaurant Never ending baskets of fresh-baked biscuits Good for: eating so many you lose track of who and what and why and where you are. I visited this glorious family style all you can eat restaurant from a "hostel" off the trail. Perhaps flophouse is a more accurate term for this three-bay garage filled with smelly old couches, lawn chairs, yowling cats, and grungy hikers relieved to be sitting down on something a human made. You throw down your sleeping bag and claim a spot and hope that the old man next to you who isn't moving is sleeping and not deceased. Last, but not least: the illustrious Cracker Barrel Free biscuits brought to you even when you order an alarming amount of food for one person Good for: reminiscing about that other Cracker Barrel we went to a week ago because all of them look exactly the same. Was it worth it to dart across interstate highways and trudge through construction zones to get here after emerging haggard and confused from the woods? Almost certainly. All biscuits aside, southern Virginia has been stunningly gorgeous, included are a few pictures to prove it. Hoping you have a wonderful birthday next week! I'll be meandering on as always, until the next biscuit. Love, Laura
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