Although it looked just as foggy as it did when I hit the sack the night before, once I had gotten out of my tent and was packing up, I saw areas of blue sky and the sun was working its way out.
About a mile before I stopped for the day, I met a group of three hikers that were having dinner. We talked for a bit and they told me about a north bound hiker named Sobo. Sobo is short for South Bound. Apparently she got her trail name for how often she gets turned around and goes the wrong way down the trail.
At some point during the night, a deer decided to come to hang around my campsite. I woke up several times to the sound of it walking next to my tent. Before leaving camp, I felt the urgent call of nature and grabbed my shovel to answer that call. I started hiking at 6 am and did not stop, but to fill up water, until 2 pm.
The terrain was up and down hills, through wooded areas, reminding me of hiking on the Appalachian Trail. I saw a good number of weekend and section hikers out and as I got close to the road, a lady was walking with her dog, who fortunately was on a leash, barked and snarled at me. I continued and reached the road at 11:30.