Day 5: I'm probably going to die

Have you ever seen the movie Into the Wild?  Where the guy eats a berry then shits himself to death?  Great, because that is exactly how this trip is going.  I've contracted Norovirus and I lost my tent poles somewhere on trail.

I ran into two nice girls from Buffalo, New York doing a section of the AT.  It was nice to be around women again.  Oh, how I missed the smell of a woman's hair and their soft eyes.  One girl was a tall German Judo instructor and the other was a petite redheaded school teacher on her Spring Break.  After making friends, we decided to hike a bit of trail together and stay in a cabin.  On our way up North, a fine young gentleman hiking southbound told us that the Norovirus was going around in the Vogel State Park/Neels gap area and that a few hostels shut down to stop the spreading.  In addition, some hikers were getting it from some of the cabins in the area.  Not much later in the evening, did one of the girls start puking her brains out while the other so graciously cleaned out her puke buckets and returned them to her.  They invited me along to share a cabin with them and we got a ride into town, where a sudden onset of diarrhea caused me to leap out of the car so I could shit on the side of the road.  Lucky for them, it was the end of their trip and they got a ride back to Buffalo in the morning.

I am, however, now alone and shitting myself.  A great friend, ICHY, once contracted Salmonella and said it was like peeing out of your butthole.  I would not disagree with this analogy.  Luckily, I am in a cabin where I can spend my days shitting and trying to figure out how I'm going to make it to the next postal stop to retrieve the new tent I ordered...without a functional tent.  But, I'll probably just die here so maybe it doesn't matter.

This is going great!

Lots of pooping here