I'm over it now.
But if you want the details, I'm pretty sure if you make an aluminum foil hat and attach yourself to your smart phone or laptop with alligator clips and copper wire, you can retrieve that post from blog limbo.
Otherwise, lets move on!
June 27: the day started with Trail Angel Mary bringing us back to the trail from the Stardust Hotel. (Earlier, she shuttled us from the shared bathroom and filth of the Doyle to the air-conditioning and cleanliness of the Statdust. So she's a-ok in my book)
So, anyway, we got back on the trail and climbed up and out of Duncannon to the ridge line.
Since Pennsylvania had traumatized me with it's bees, snakes, and Doyle Hotel, it clearly decided to make amends by bestowing on me a great gift: perfect weather timing! Unlike in the Shenandoah, we hit the shelters at exactly the right time for the rest of Penn.
So on this day, we hiked 11.3 to Peter's Mountain Shelter and when we stopped to eat, the skies opened up. About 30 seconds after we arrived.
The shelter was beautiful: 2 stories, sturdy, lots of pegs for hanging gear. Plus a feral cat to keep the mouse population down. So we decided to make it a low mile day and end here.