(Note: No, the path does not go anywhere near Baltimore. But it is the only song related to Maryland where I might think)))
Dahlgren’s backpack camping, so close to civilization, paid again in the morning. Instead of just having a normal hiking breakfast (two coffee packages and whatever you can fit in your throat), I was able to schedule an order of nonsense. And, as an additional score, the delivery driver walked my store’s order! It definitely went further, I leaned it Hella.
However, this brought an inconvenience. My package is still heavy! I did not ate anything for breakfast … So I would have to trust to overcome it during lunch and dinner, right?
The day began with the easy walk towards the original Washington monument, where I met Jamless and Green Bean again. However, even before this, I already started how much I was digging on my shoulders, thanks to not having a hip belt and having a heavy package. Puaj. Maybe I’m just someone who is not ready for life without a hip belt.
I chose their brains a bit like life is to be «bigger names» along the way, since they have a great monitoring of Vlog. It turns out that we have quite similar experiences when it comes to silly comments. I really do not get them here, do not worry, dear reader, but sometimes, when these publications are shared in FB, there are infinite armchair of armchairs that try to dispense wisdom such as «embrace the suction», «when I did, there were no rainfall vests» or things like that. At this point, they find them funny, if people do not bother reading and literate in the media instead of only in the extract, why should I care? The same with them. In addition, there are so many people who act as their videos in real time. They are in a delay, friends in the comments.
While we walked, they actually ran into a fan! The fan was only happening to take his sweet moment going down the mountain, when he exclaimed with surprise «Are you Jamless and Green Bean?» It was fun to see them be recognized! Then we also ran back to Ikea and Smokie. I spent time talking to Green Bean about their lives and motivations for hiking, while Jamless and Ikea were going on talking about … Maybe the cat? We walked to a good large current, where the other three stopped for lunch. Smokie was trying to get some Jamless’s Salmon Packet, which was really cute. He is such a good boy, it is crazy that Ikea and he have been together from Neels.
I had already had enough snacks prepared for lunch, so I left them in the stream and falsified. The package was heavy, the cold soaked beans were not hitting so well, and the day was bustling. So, another day at the AT!
One thing that I really have to appreciate from the Potomac ATC is its shelter construction skills. It is probably partially due to how accessible many roads for roads, but all have been beautiful!
My feet are starting to kill me before ever, I definitely need new shoes. But, I really don’t want to get new shoes until I’m in Pennsylvania, instead of being close to him. It is possible that the rocks are not as bad as everyone makes them, or could crush my shoes completely, I do not know. However, I will be as equipped as possible for it.
Maryland’s last miles were a rude field. Legitimate rocks too! Those who required hiding the posts and getting dirty and dirty. Nearby, there was a high rock, which is a graffiti in point in Maryland. When I made it a visit, I obtained some disgusting looks, as if it did not belong. Well, rude.
From here, I called Rocky’s Pizza in advance. Something that some pizza joints had discovered on the way is that hikers love to obtain food from the city, so they establish deliveries on several paths or parks when they are close to civilization. In this case, Rocky’s delivers to Pen Mar Park, called as he is on the border of PenNsylvania and SeaYland.
I got a Stromboli, without knowing how big it would be, and I sat and waited for my order. The park rangers there was super pleasant, and directed me towards the right outings to load, in addition to unlocking the bathrooms so that I could use it very fast. She is the real MVP!
The Stromboli was … huge. I couldn’t even exceed a third! And it was hot hot. So I did my best to put the rest in a Ziploc bag and took it to the camp with me. Magnogle of bear, me!
Thanks to the fact that they face Stromboli, it took me some time to make him why get to the Mason Dixon line. But here we are. Another state below! And finally I am in the north. In … Rocksylvania …
The camp just after Pen Mar was relatively full and super rocky. With a Dyneema floor tent, I was worried about the abrasions that caused rasgaduras in the store. Oh, well, all I can do is configure. I am surprised by the volume of people! Probably the beginning of the flip flop season …
(Title lyrics by: Good Morning Baltimore, Pe Hairspray)
This website contains affiliate links, which means that the walk can receive a percentage of any product or service that you buy using the links in the items or ads. The buyer pays the same price that would do it differently, and his purchase helps to support the continuous objective of the walk to address his quality backpack advice and information. Thanks for your support!
For more information, visit the page about this site.
