Mile 0, Springer Mountain to Mile 78.5, Georgia\North Carolina Border
The night air was crisp as I stepped off the plane in Tallahassee. I couldn’t remember the last time Florida had felt this way, with no humidity, summer had yet to set in. I was greeted by family…and by an foreseen yucky cold. So, one week with family turned to two weeks. Despite being sick … More Mile 0, Springer Mountain to Mile 78.5, Georgia\North Carolina Border








