Woke up to a cold rainy morning. Heard thunder all throughout the night. I crossed over a little brook,  nearly hidden behind the vegetation.

The trail climbed up alongside Fitzgerald falls.

Afterwards, it went through the “Lemon Squeezer” a 30ft long crack in the rock just barely wide enough to squeeze through.

Then I came across yet another instance of the generosity and kindness you find you up and down the trail.

I met Hen and his daughter Millie, out for a one night trip.  I had told them about my food bag being stolen and he offered a bag of his own that I could use to hang my food. If you are reading this, thanks again Hen!

With recent bear activity at Fingerboard Shelter,  I pushed on and hiked into the night to get to William Brien shelter, arriving after dark.

There was a great group of people from Princeton, sitting around the campfire and invited me to sit with them.  I joined in a game of Mafia. Sort of a simpler, verbal game of clue. It was a good time, but I had to call it a night after a little while and get some sleep