I grew up in & around Atlanta and hiked/camped Blood Mountain several times in the late 70s and 80s. One night three of us hiked up after nightfall in the clouds. We ended up turning our flashlights off because they just made it into a whiteout. Even with rain gear, we got soaked as we sweated. It was chilly & windy on top. There were two guys in the back room of the shelter so we took the front room. We blocked the outside door with an old tarp held down by bags of cement that were there to build a floor in the shelter. The wind blew so hard the cement bags were pushed off the tarp's bottom and we nearly froze as we slept on the rocks that had been put down as a base for the floor (no pads for any of us)! Great memories!
That's hard core, man!
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