It's a miserable cold kind of God-forsaken day here in North Georgia.
But we just got a day brightener I want to share.
So an hour and a half ago, this hiker walks into Mountain Crossings, tired and sopping wet.
He realizes with horror that he's left a small stuff bag back at the shelter he stayed at, and of course it's the one containing his wallet, credit cards, and around three hundred bucks.
He's pretty sure he'll never see it again, and asks us to keep an eye out in case someone by some crazy chance should happen to find it and turn it in.
We tell him to hold off a bit on cancelling his credit cards, who knows what might happen.
And lo and behold, ten minutes ago, two kids walk into the store and before they can take their packs off, they turn the stuff sack into the store staff and ask if we've seen the hiker in question.
End result: A very happy hiker who's had his faith in humanity restored.
Now where else would this happen other than the A.T.?