In Atlanta I met Moritz, Fowler and Ghaly. Ghaly! Ramy Ghaly and his fiance Deena drove up from Florida to see us off. It was great seeing him again, just like old times. Ramy was our medic, but now the Navy has him doing MP security bs.
Anyway, we all went to a bar near the airport called Joe's. Don't EVER go there!! Joe's sucks! They cut us off after we did three shots back to back despite the fact that no one was drunk and we had a shuttle service back to the hotel. Oh well. The next day we said our good-byes to Ramy and headed to Amicalola SP. Now, surprisingly Fowler came well prepared. Besides the necessary gear he kept surprising us with stuff like a snake bite kit, patch repair kit and maps. This earned him the name Golden Child. I kept giving Moritz crap for bringing extra heavy gear like a K-bar (a huge knife designed to efficiently kill men). Mo also brought 2 pipes w/ tobacco and American flag bandannas. AMERICA! But Fowler didn't bring trekking poles or a ground mat (two crucial items). Anyway, we stayed the night at Amicalola SP's lodge and had our last supper!
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