Made it to a stealth campsite about 2 miles before the Georgia, North Carolina border.
Camped up on a rocky ridge overlooking mountains. Was treated to a nice, but all too short sunset.
Had a little campfire before bed. It was more of a necessity than a luxury. Dang it was cold and windy, coldest night yet in the upper teens. Wind chill had to be single digits. No complaints, this is all part of the journey.
I had to get up in the middle of the night to take care of some business. The sky was clear and full of stars, but it was also snowing pretty good at the same time.