Narrow trail and he was right on the edge, partially hidden by some brush. My foot came down within an inch of him. He backed off, rattled me a warning and let me pass. No I didn't take his picture, I moved away and thanked him for not killing me. He was about the length of my leg.
Temps in the 90s today. I usually like to rest on the ridge and absorb the views, but the sun was lethal up there.
Interesting marking on these rocks
Appalachian trail shelter
And a much needed dive in here at the end
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I know temperatures were brutal with the heat index and since I’m tied up with a contractor the pictures are greatly appreciated! Perhaps the rattle was a “thanks” for not stepping on me?
