Beauty Spot
Mile 350
On the way to my appointed campsite I ran into some amazing "trail magic", courtesy of former AT through hikers Crispy Critter, Funky Monkey, and The Dude. Camped out on the unimaginatively named Beauty Spot (a huge bald with commanding views in all directions and cushy grass everywhere), there were supplies of hot dogs, chili, beer, bourbon, some sort of moonshine, and various unmentionable party type substances. The weather cooperated in making this a fantastic stop, although it's worthy to note that no one was making big miles the next few days. Mugged by magic bourbon, undoubtedly.
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