Forrest attempted to fix our lingering minor clutch problem by replacing the master/slave cylinder in the Jeep but, as he suspected, it didn’t fix the issue. Nevertheless, I headed up to Shenandoah National Park to hike Old Rag Mountain. Forrest stayed behind to nurse his calf and the Park Service forbids my fuzzy friend from joining me so I went alone.
The hike was pretty nice although it was really foggy. I was excited for the rock scramble that was supposed to be at the top which turned out to be fun (although the fog kept making me think it was over before it was). I really missed having F around for the scrambling part! I don’t mind hiking through the woods alone but it’s just not as fun to play on the rocks alone.
Back at the house, we all relaxed and watched The Motorcycle Diaries. It was a really good movie (“I knew you’d like it, it’s…complex…”). I did some more looking around for jobs while F planned our route to Pennsylvania.