We did about 14 miles today, almost all of it a gradual uphill. A few miles back we made.it into Ponyland. The Grayson Highlands are known for a pack of feral ponies that are supposedly quite fond of hikers. Because of our sweaty, salty skin. But when we first crossed the road, then entered the gate and began climbing the bald, all I saw were gross sunbaked cow patties. I wasn't sure if the Intel we.got was real or if maybe we had yet more miles to hike before entering Ponyland. Soon however, we saw the tell tale signs of ponies. Pony sized pooplets.
But the weather was nasty as we hiked our way past 5000 feet, until just about the moment we got out of the woods and in to what must be the Highlands proper. The sun greeted us and so did a pack of Ponies! Becca says everyone up here is giddy with pony excitement. I admit it, I am too. Becca not so much. She says they are just small horses. She's right of course, they are small horses with lumps of crap in their hair, but they are also PONIES! AND THEY HAVE PONY SIZED PONIES WITH THEM!!
We cooked up our fanciest meal yet, a backpackers pantry Thai peanut rice and veggies with added chicken. Bam!
Then we finally got to see the sunset in the backcountry. It's been a while. You know, the whole green tunnel thing. So we went crazy with pictures.
Right when we were about to lay down and read ourselves to sleep we heard the strange sound of grass being ripped from the ground right outside our tent. It was a mama with her hilarious baby.
We took some pics and the baby would get.curious and get close.to the tent and then freak out and run around in circles and jump straight up in the air and paw.at its.moms face. It was the cutest. It spazzed out like kevins dog jolene. The best.
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