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Wind shifted west as I approached Eckville and scattered thunderstorms came down the valleys, as I crossed toward the other range.  It was very discouraging, swampy trail, wet brush and the pack heavy with supplies.  Halfway up the mtn. The sun came out and I stopped to rest and wring out my socks.  At top of the mtn. was a sign saying 4.7 miles to a shelter. The trail looks good.  Things are looking better.  I started to sing as I started out_ Wait
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till the sun shines Nellie.
Passed rock outcropping where I took a pic showing end of ridge and valley where the trail crosses.  Few minutes later came to "Dan's Pulpit" a better place and took pic of farmland beyond spur.  Went on in hopes of reaching shelter, when thundergust came.  For an hour and a half it rained as [[/strikethrough]] hard [[/strikethrough]] fast as the air would let it fall, while I stumbled along over the rocky trail, my feet sloshing in my boots, rain dripping down my neck and all the while, mumbling to myself, Why oh why did I ever start out on this ridgerunner