Atlanta

4-18-12

It's raining and 62 degrees in Atlanta, which is exactly what I expected. Looks like I get to use my rain gear right away. I'm waiting outside at the MARTA (train station) for my shuttle ride and watching the freeway. It's going to be a big change to switch from driving everywhere and taking hikes when I can to walking everywhere and taking a ride when I can to get into towns.

I am happy to hear that my gear arrived at the hostel ahead of me. I don't know if I'll need to sleep with it tonight on the bunk at the hostel, but I can if needed.

Later:

The Hiker Hostel is so nice! And full of great people, too. I unpacked my gear package and loaded everything in. That Ursack sure takes up a lot of room in my pack with the aluminum liner. I may only carry the liner through the biggest problem area in Georgia and then send it home. I already went through my food bag twice to lighten my load. Then I weighed my pack on the rusty luggage scale hanging on the front porch. Forty three pounds, including three pounds of water.

It's a slight improvement. Definitely better than fifty pounds, but still pretty heavy. I almost gave away my jar of Nutella (13 ounces by itself!) but a former thruhiker said it really is good if I love it, which I do. So my compromise is to eat at least half of the jar for lunch tomorrow.

Springer tomorrow! Yay!

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