Ladies of the night and vitamin I
Last night we had some young Rambunoras like neighbors, so I inserted caps for the ears as soon as I was ready to close my eyes. The dream was easy for me. Nick threw and felt uncomfortable for hip pain, so it is not so easy for him.
I opened my eyes at 5:30 and we were on the way at 7. It doesn’t matter what, it is still taking an hour and a half leave the camp in the morning.
We filtered a liter of water from the pond, enough to take us to the crossing of the road. I took ibuprofen for cramps (not related to hiking) and was expanding 2,500 feet of descent. I have not taken any ‘vitamin I’ until this moment, but it really helped me to my joints. It is not recommended to consume ibuprofen regularly during this type of activity that does not mask and exacerbate the ailments. But I loved it.
Thanks for the elevator, Ed!
We were depressed at 10:15 am and tried to call our shelter to organize a ferry. Occupied signal. I tried to call again. Occupied signal. And again. The same. I sent a text message with your text line and I didn’t hear anything. Nick and I sat in the parking lot for a while, looking at our phones. Finally, after trying your line several times, we tired of waiting and tried our hands in a hitch. Hitchhiking is common in the villages of the trails and the locals are eager to help hikers. Of course, there are security measures to adhere, but that is a fact.
It was mostly on weekends with new cars (they were probably heading to their second houses), so there are no given. As expected, they did not want to collect strangers from hiking. We start walking along the road, addressing the three miles to the city. We squeeze our thumbs to the cars that pass. We probably have half a mile along the way before having a policyholder. A place of course. His name is Ed and works somewhere in the city. Very nice and old, he even offered to pick us up after his turn and take us to the local diving bar for dinner. He waited out of the shelter until we met the workers.
Recovery day at the Maine shelter
This was not your average shelter. It was a great trunk cabin, Pristina. There were not many people there, just a man with some kind of electronic music console in the corner. We look a little until we arrived at the basement and a woman came out. She asked us to come out so that we can register. We still had our backpacks and shoes on, which is a non-not for this place. There were signs, but we lost them along the way.
The original real size room we reserve still had people due to the extension of their stay, so they offered us a queen room. He apologized because we had to make other travel arrangements and the room mixed, but offered a lower price.
After showing us, we find her husband and a one -year -old daughter. He apologized for our circumstances and also offered to buy our first beers tonight. We felt that the situation was already remedied, but this certainly made us feel they cared.
Surely we were on a solid sleep night. The rooms were beautiful, with private bathrooms and large windows. We immediately shower, change in loan clothes and send our clothes to wash ourselves. It was $ 10 per load, which is expensive, but includes a complete and enzymatic washing.
It was a nap time in our cozy bed. My stomach woke me up and went down to the common area to launch one of its frozen pizzas in the oven. I grabbed a bright water and Nick to Ginger Ale, and we were on the way to a recovery day. We present all our food and try to discover how much we need to buy today. Most purchases could happen in the shelter, but we requested a trip to the local groceries to compensate for the difference.
We return to the shelter, redeem our free beer chips and sit on the porch in the sun. A Nobo named Weatherman recovered his bigos and sat with us for a while. The dinner was sandwiches from the edible store and a salad, in which I forgot to grab the dressing. So only vegetables, but better than anything. We talk to some of the other hikers and hung around the family that directs the place. It was such a wonderful way to limit the night.
I am writing this inside the clean white sheets while Nick is having a night cap. Life is good.
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