The day started out warm and sunny. A few wispy clouds dotted the sky while I packed up around 9am.
By noon it was hot; I was glad for the sunscreen!
There isn't much on the Trace but trees and road. We ran out of water at mile 10 and found some slightly brown water at a restroom stop around mile 13. While resting in the shade another bike tourist on a Trice, pulled up and we chatted for some time before his riding partner who had passed earlier called.
We made it to mile marker 27 before I pulled off to camp. We were both exhausted and hungry; those last 4 miles were rough. I didn't even try to be stealthy while camping. I felt so defeated and decided not to think about anything as I knew it was because I was tired. So instead, I cried.
A few minutes later a guy in a truck pulled up. I had talked to him earlier in the day when I had run out of water. He had gotten me two gallons of CLEAN spring water and some chips. Sure they were cheddar flavored and normally I wouldn't have eaten them but I needed them right then! What an Angel he was... perfect timing.
I felt much better then and realized I was only a half days away from Port Gibson so I made dinner and didn't worry about using lots of fuel so I made more food then normal.
I swear I fell asleep before my head hit the ground.