Jo and I are taking a zero day at Woods Hole Hostel, about ten miles south of Pearisburg, VA. (On the map, there's a big ridge visible starting just to the southwest of the Pearisburg dot; the trail climbs and follows that.) They have a satellite internet connection with limited upload bandwidth, so this will be another no-photo post.
Today, we have the place mostly to ourselves — Michael and Neville (the husband-and-wife owners) are of course around, but we have run of the bunk house and have been reading and writing in the morning sun on the porch. (We're taking a zero.) Yesterday and the night before there was a crowd: the bunch of southbounders who recently passed us were here, slack-packing the next section. (Slacking is hiking without most of your stuff — leave tent and cookware etc here, get dropped off and hike back.) The entourage: Flora (one of maybe two female hikers we've seen) had her mom and grandmother and godmother visiting; and A-Bear and Kunu and Peepeeopee and Skittles and Cody and Hobbit (all twenty-something guys except the last, who's older). So, big gatherings for home-cooked breakfast and dinners (and some carrying of chopped wood). Awol (author of The A.T. Guide, which we're using) also came through.
Yesterday, we slack-packed north from Woods Hole to Pearisburg — fun to have a mere twenty-pound pack, and have another town meal. (We arrived in Pearisburg and got shuttled to Woods Hole the day before.)
(More with pictures, of course, but) The section before this has been lots of ridges, and a couple big landmarks — McAffee Knob and Tinker Cliffs, and Dragon's Tooth. When hiking along ridges, we tend to go up (between one and two thousand feet over a couple miles), hike along the ridge for half a day, and then dip down into the next valley and hike up onto the next ridge. Ridges have varied: some easy meanders through forest, and some trails where the path is a jumble of pack-sized rocks.
For now, time to read and rest and enjoy the sun.