Day 21: A Bloody Mess

The Fool woke up cold and shivery after another below-freezing night. He also didn't get much sleep due to the fact that he was about 50 yards from an active railroad line. He slowly made his way up the hill, grumbling. Things got worse as his right foot began to bleed, which was fitting as he got off the trail and visited Antietam, the site of the bloodiest battle of the Civil War.


He continued on, limping along a back road, trying not to irritate his aching bloody feet. After a quick break to weep, he hobbled on through a hilly farm road, where he met a middle-aged couple in their SUV. They pulled over and offered him a drink, which he declined -- all he wanted was a bed. Having their drink offer rejected, they then offered him some advice: "There are some unsavory folks around here," the balding man warned, "so if a bunch of guys in a pick up truck pull over, I suggest you run." With that, they drove away, letting out a friendly toot on their horn. The Fool finally reached a patch of trees a few miles south of Williamsport, MD where he could set up his tent and rest his injured feet.

A few extra weeps could be heard from passing cars.

Route thus far