Have just spent twenty minutes with the owner of the lodge where I am staying, trying to break in to my accommodation as he'd forgotten the keys. In recompense for having to drive the 3 miles back to collect them, he offered me a taste of some genuine north Georgia strawberry moonshine! Yee-ha! It was the real deal, made in an illicit still and everything.
Hiked 15 miles today over Blood Mountain and encountered an amazing couple having their 25th wedding anniversary picnic up there. They fed me huge amounts of trailmix and (bizarrely) talked in detail about how typical of Britain Keeping Up Appearences was. Very odd.
Fantastic day though.
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