Trail Magic in Dalton
We got a late start this morning. Overnight mist left our tents soaked, so first priority was to dry everything out. We headed into Dalton and grabbed lunch at Angelina’s Sub and Java Café. Each of us ordered something we loved—it hit the spot. While I relaxed, J-Black got some laundry done, which was much needed at this point in the journey.
We caught a short hitch from Levardi, a truly sweet man everyone says knows just about everything about the Appalachian Trail. Along the way, we met another northbound hiker who told us about Blueberry Hill—also known as the home of the legendary “Cookie Lady.” His enthusiasm convinced us to head that way.
When we arrived, we were welcomed with fresh cookies, and honestly, the place felt magical. Wildflowers covered the fields, and elderberries, blueberries, and raspberry bushes surrounded us—it was like stepping into a storybook. Tonight, we’re staying in a hanger on the property, soaking in the peace and comfort after a long day.
As I reflect, I realize that the generosity of the people along the trail is what keeps drawing me back. It’s more than just hiking; it’s a community built on kindness and love.
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