Started running into northbounders I had hiked with back in Georgia. Mouse appeared on the trail in the Bigalows, recognized me, but not really. I reminded her we had met at an overview in Georgia. That didn't ring any bells so I told her "It was a nice night for a knife fight," an expression she had used to show off her Tennessee accent. That brought it all back!
A few days later, I ran into Wiffleball - So named 'cause he hiked with a bat and ball and organized games at shelters along the way. We had started hiking together the first day from Springer Mountain, along with DamnYankee, Loopy and DarkAge, but he was soon stretching his legs and got well ahead of the rest of us.
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