It was a translucent day yesterday, bought on by very little sleep. I keep wondering if I appear see through to the people I’m serving because my mind feels like that. Sleep is one of those commodities we take for granted until it’s absent and we can’t function.
One of the true pleasures of the AT is that you have to stop every day about 4 o’clock. You try and pitch your tent without swearing too often, spill various food stuffs on the ground whilst making your dinner which will attract bears and then have a wash with very little water. By the time you’ve used your tongue as a diswasher and discovered you’ve hammered one of the tent pegs through a pile of dog shit which is now generously fragrancing the interior of the tent you are more than ready for bed.
Due to the many miles that you’ve just walked, you forget the smell (both the dog shit and your underarms) and the thought of a bear licking your toes in the middle of the night and fall immediately into the best nights sleep you have ever had in your life.
I promise that somewhere in all of that I will try and blog before I fall asleep, but if you log onto my site and find a lot of letters in no particular order, it means I’ve fallen asleep with my fingers wrapped around the keyboard. Like a monkey trying to emulate shakespeare.
I might get up feeling amazing after that great night’s sleep, but there is a problem. When I wake in the mornings my hair looks like Dolly Parton has been using me as a hairdressing experimentation device. How do I stop the other campers from needing long term pshyciatric care after they’ve seen it? Suggestions please.