If you are a member of this forum, or are at least vaguely similar to me, you have an ever-present love of the AT through the good and the bad. But we all have a time when our affection was the hardest to constantly maintain.
My memory was during a winter hike in 2005 or '6 (can't remember) in the Smokies. It was balls cold in the teens, and early in the morning. I woke up thirsty and to my great dismay realized my water bottle was bone dry. I quickly slipped on some damp clothes (slushy from snow the day before) and took off sleepily down the side trail to the spring. This particular source was a huge slippery rock with a little reservoir in the middle from a waterfall above it. My sleep-ridden brain did not even consider the fact that the rock was slippery, so before I knew it I was sliding on my stomach down the rock, quite similar to a human bobsled. I eventually stopped, but my water bottle and pride was long-gone down the cliff.
The following day was very cold and achy from soaking wet clothes as well as physical and emotional bruises.
My Question is: What was your worst AT memory?