After spending (surviving?) the night at a campground sandwiched between two colonies of bikers ("hello boys, buy us a drink?") ("JK, please don't murder us and if you have to, start with Ceil and Rachel first, please"), we were happy to be alive and decided to carpe that diem.
Fifteen minutes later, the sun came up and quickly squashed our optimism like a bug on the helmet of a biker, as he decides to murder Rachel and Ceil first... hopefully.
It was effing hot and, knowing we were about to hike Mount Rogers, we decided to stop at the Fox Creek General Store for some provisions.
Because she is an educator and "our future" and all that jazz, Rachel was wise enough to buy a Fox Creek hat to shield her face from the sun. Maggie and Ceil, who are less "our future" and more "future Darwin Award recipients," purchased 2 pulled pork sandwiches and a full pecan pie, respectively.
The bad news is Maggie and Ceil's 11th hour food decisions made for a difficult — if not completely traumatizing— hike up the mountain in the sun (but more about that later). In fact, I believe either of them would've gotten on the back of the bike of any menacing biker just to hurry it up.
The good news is the Fox Creek owner's daughter left us the easiest interview ever. Her name is Allyson and her favorite color is pink, y'all. When she grows up, she wants to be a good witch and wear green sparkly clothes and maybe live in China. Maybe. You go girl — seize the day. Carpe that diem! Just stay away from bikers and whole pies before you go on a hike.