Tuesday, July 18, 2017 (Day 76)
I sit on the sand on the banks of the Potomac River. I can hear the splashing of leaping fish and the chirp-chirping of crickets. The moon is a bright orange crescent in the night-sky. It’s reflection can be seen in the water, the mountains that frame the river, dark formations in the distance. I took a side trail from the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal Towpath, which the AT joins for a brief period. It led me here.
I spent much of my afternoon at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy and then the library in Bolivar and then drinking endless rounds of coffee at The Towns Inn, until they closed at 10 pm. After closing, I proceeded to write and muse with hikers on the porch of the hostel. I finally hiked out by 2 am.