Got up this morning and packed and hit the trail. We started hiking North again and enjoyed going downhill for a change.

As we stopped for the view on the summit of Rocky Mountain two women passed us. They had to be in their late 70’s. Both were thin as a rail and limping. We exchanged greetings, wished each other “happy trails,” and they headed down the mountain. We were amazed at their strength and endurance and just hope we will be as healthy and mobile as they when we are their age…

We hiked on and came to a place called the Cheese Factory. A man in the 1800’s decided to start and build a dairy farm and cheese factory in the remote mountains of GA. Why he did it none can say. The costs in bringing his goods to the market, 20-30 miles away, would have consumed any profits he may have earned.

The factory, farm, and house he build are long gone. But there remains a nice open area which has become a popular tent site. We set up here for the night and tried to stay dry as a thunderstorm was on its way.

Cheese Factory Camp