It wasn't long before I nodded off and woke as we were landing in Houston for an hour layover. There I found a bar to sit, have a beer and $20 sandwich. I boarded my flight to Atlanta around midday. I was on a small jet that had single row of seats on one side and a double on the other. When I picked the seat on line 6 months ago I immediately thought, pick the single seat. I don't have to worry about sitting next to another person and I get both the window and the aisle. Well little did I know that the row with the single seats are both crammed against the side of the tiny plane and small enough that my shoulder protruded in the aisle enough that everyone walking by had the pleasure of jarring me awake.
2 hours came and went and I landed in Georgia smoothly. My sweet friends, Andrea and Kurtis Miller, picked me up and drove me to their home in Hiawassee. Along the way we stopped and had sushi to wait out the rush hour traffic a bit.
Today Kurtis drove me to where my father is staying at a campground near the beginning of the trail. I dropped off my box of extra supplies and clothes and made plans to meet up tomorrow morning to buy some food and go to the trail head. My father is planning on following me north in his RV, kinda leap frogging around towns near to where I will be getting off for resupply.
This is it, one more night in a very comfortable bed.
Tomorrow I walk.