Day 62: In hot days, it’s about water

• The priest’s shelter (830.0) to the Harpers Creek shelter (837.6)
• 1450 feet rise, 3422 feet

When we woke up, we knew it was going to be a burner. We are glad that most of the day was downhill. It’s hard for your feet and knees, but we sweat much less. We expect a stream at the shelter at night.

It turns out that working downhill in heat is better than uphill, but it is also a hot and humid job. We yearn for cool.

A quick morning

We only had 8 miles for the end today, so we thought it wouldn’t take us a long time, even downhill. The morning was fast. We felt excited about how far we had arrived. When we stopped for lunch at noon, we had covered 5 miles. Spree! We were as burning as the day.

Chico, if we were arrogadores. The heat was coming to us.

A slow, hot rise

The pool table bowed. The next 2 miles contained a 1000 feet rise. In general, 500 feet per mile are notable, perhaps a bit difficult for a weekend hiker or warrior, but distance hikers tend to consider it more irritating than hard.

Today, the rocks went out to play. The heat rose. Moisture was thick enough to cut and the water was not where we wanted it. We both got a little crazy.

Parlante Think

Behind me, I heard the historian say in a voice of look: «I know that the rocks are difficult, but I am really beautiful.»

Hey?

I took a risk to lose balance and did a quick look behind me.

The historian said shyly: «That was the thought talking with me. It was a single flower and wanted him to notice, not just the hard path»

I smiled widely. Not only was I making a great joke, but it actually remembered the name of the flower correctly. Life is good.

Great memories

While sweating, yearning for a current to immerse my handkerchief to wash my face, I wondered what memories they made me feel great. Maybe I could imagine myself to be less hot.

I can feel my naked legs under my change dress in the transparent plastic rear seat roofs in my grandmother’s imperial buick in 1961. When I moved to try to put air on my face, they made a sound of sucking sweat stuck.

This is not helping. That is a hot memory. . . .

«Let’s go to Gray’s and get shrimp, «he said, playing a hat in his 5 -foot height head and grabbing his wallet with the short handle.

He sat as high as possible, but he still had to look through the flying of the huge white car with his bright Aqua tire cover.

The air conditioner kept it cold in the front. The back was an oven with all closed windows.

When we arrive at Gray’s, she opens and opens the glass door with a tintineo of the bells that announces new customers.

«Miss Clara!» Several people shout. I am swept behind her in a wave of cold air. The air conditioning of the groan window He is dripping the condensation trying to keep up with the heat of Florida.

We sat on a metal table, metal chairs scraping the concrete floor. A waitress goes to the huge silver ice machine and takes ice with high glasses. They slide slightly when she places them on the table, already wet from the sweat of melted ice. Quickly fill each glass with sweet tea from a giant jug. More sweat shape in glasses. The ice is now half melted.

Pulling a pencil behind his ear and a pad of his apron, he says: «What relatives’ I get ‘?’

I feel cooler. The memory of the explosion of air conditioning and iced tea permeates my senses. When we arrived at a stream and hung my handkerchief in the water and wash. I can still listen to the ice tintineo and the winding of the window air conditioning.

A night transmission

The Harpers Creek shelter requires crossing a substantial stream to approach him. The sun goes by its zenith.

With so much water available, we take a handkerchief that wash the sweat of our hood. Just before dusk, another hiker arrives and sets a tent.

There is the memory of the ice and the promise of temperatures of the afternoon cold. It’s a good night.

Well known

I did a search on the Internet and discovered that Gray’s Seafood, founded in 1949, is still open in the same building in Graceville, fl. My grandmother died many years ago, but I’m sure if I was still alive, I would invite us all to go with her.

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