The next morning, we were ready to conquer the next ten miles of trail. As we hiked, we talked The conversation was light as we considered recent T.V. shows and what mom was doing at home without us. We would stop from time to time to hydrate and eat some GORP - good old raisins and peanuts. We finally reached the next campground, and we were exhausted from the long 10-mile hike We made freeze dried spaghetti, which was nasty and ended up in what did casey anthony do the garbage. And, like the night before, we played a round of hearts before going to bed.

"We are going to the Washington Monument," my father explained as we ate our oatmeal the next morning. (Of course I thought this meant we were hiking to DC. But I soon learned that the Washington Monument is actually located in Boonsboro, Maryland, a wonderful place to behold.) As we journeyed onward, we would stop to view the beauty of Western Maryland, or to make sure the bug creeping up our leg wasn't a tick. But, we kept trekking to our destination. We passed a through-hiker that told us that we were not to far. Though, a through-hiker who came all the way from Florida would think that anything was close considering where he came from.