Happiness only counts when shared (Christopher McCandless)

Day 88-19 miles today from Mark Noepel Shelter to Seth Warner Shelter, 4,800 feet high, 4,800 feet below, 1609 in Mile Marker (mm)

Too too time in my hands

Last night I looked at the logistics. I did it again this morning. With designated camp points, the logistics of the daily walk, including miles and elevation, hinders anticipation planning.

I really wanted to do it three more miles yesterday, but I didn’t want to pay $ 175 for a bed in The Lodge in Graylock. So yesterday I had a long time in the shelter alone, but I didn’t want to use my phone’s battery because I need to stay in the forest for several more days. At 7:30 I decided that I would lie in the mattress. It didn’t take me for a long time. It is a bit strange to be alone for the first time in a long time. And I spent many nights in the forest alone.

I woke up several times last night, listening to noise. I kept thinking that some kind of criticism was going to try to enter my backpack and find a wrapping that I forgot to remove and put in the bears box.

Logistics simply does not work

The sun began to slowly reduce the night sky at some point before 5:00. At 4:55 I woke up and I knew it was time to start my day. Once again, I looked at the logistics.

I think I expected to have lost something. But it simply makes no sense to me the next day. I have a remaining 3 mile climb to the top of Mount Graylock. Then a steep descent of 6 miles to the city. The city has some hotels, but I really don’t see the need for a hotel tonight.

This morning I put on a clean and clean shirt of hiking. In addition, I still have a lot of food for several more days of hiking. However, my options are limited.

I could push my longest day to get to a shelter. My other option in addition to a hotel in the city is to go only 12 miles today to a camp. That seems the most logical destiny. My mind tells me that it is a better option to press today. But is it?

Lonely

It is still sad to know that Knockerz is no longer walking with me. That is aggravated by the fact that I have jumped in front of the nobles with which I was walking and with which I had made my friend. I will probably not see them again. I suspect that many of the people I had been walking with are at least three weeks behind me.

I see very few people on the road now and last night I was the only person in the very pleasant refuge. I don’t want to say I’m alone, but I have to believe that I feel alone.

No fun being wet

This morning it began as a fresh morning, probably in the mid -60s. The low and liars clouds had everything. My socks really feel more humid than when I started drying last night.

My bedding, sleep clothes and sleeping pad felt wet. No wet only wet. I simply feel wet by all wet sweat, just an annoying humidity. Being wet, this long begins to wear.

The final climb of Mount Graylock was quickly. Unfortunately, the clouds had put themselves under the summit. Above the summit was clear, but the clouds covered the views. The forest is a forest of firs that has a lovely Christmas tree aroma.

Background noise

I am also acting as Spider-Man this morning because I am the only one here. I am capturing all the recently placed networks on the path. It is something like the mosquitoes circles in my head, something that is background noise continually tickles me in my face.

The only thing that I really have in force is an ambitious spider that really put a network on the path and is spending a time waiting for a gift. You can know when you meet those completely formed networks because they give you a little resistance. And it is more a network on your face instead of a single tingling thread.

Happiness only counts when shared

Yesterday I finished the book in nature about Christopher McCandless and his fateful expedition to Alaska forests. I should have been listening to something more edifying, but I saw the movie at Angels Rest Hostel ago many moons and I thought it would be good to listen to the book on the path.

In the end, McCandless, who tried to escape from society when he went out to the desert realized that we are connected as humans for the connection.

His final appointment in his diary was «happiness only counts when he shares» suggests that although individual joy is important, its true meaning and impact are often expanded when they are shared with others (AI quotation). I feel that appointment now while walking alone.

Quick view below

Although Mount Graylock was above the clouds and the views were mostly wrapped, there was a short break on the cloud ceiling. I could quickly see the valley below. I was surprised how far it was.

It has been from the highlands of Roan, I have seen such a dramatic elevation change between the summit he was and the valley below.

«Mount Graylock is the highest point in southern New England. Graylock rises over the surrounding Berkshire landscape for up to 90 miles,» but not today. The path then descended from Mount Graylock.

Another mountain to climb

The next climb to mount Ledge from the crossing of the path was only two tenths of mile, but was at a height of 1,000 feet per mile. That decelerated me greatly. Then there was a decrease in 2 miles long, 750 feet per mile in the city of Williamston, which also slowed me.

One of the first things I always notice about approaching the developed world is the sound of grass cuts. As you descend through this deep drop, now I am starting to listen to the grass cutters in the distance.

Magic of the path

It was 11:30 when I surrounded by the small town of Williamsburg. I had not seen a single soul on the road since yesterday.

Then at the old Graylock school I was Magic de Trail! Lisa passed and explained about the different people of the city who donate these five coolers.

I was able to take some lunch food, cold drinks and some supplies. It was very appreciated. I was just thinking about how I really didn’t have much magic of paths lately.

1,600 miles

After Williamston, the path passed an old one to cross since 1958 on the river and then even above to cross railways. A short walk later and the path basically climbed someone’s entrance path.

The path continued to raise the next two miles in more than a thousand feet of elevation. I spent the 1600 miles of Springer Mark. That means less than 600 miles to Big K.

Fell into a stream

The path serpent next to a really pleasant stream with many small waterfalls. The water also reached where the forest was really heavy with mosquitoes that now buzzed my head.

I stopped at the stream to rinse and slipped on a rock and fell. I was at the waist with deep water.

Soaked from the waist down, I kept going up when I saw Pete’s spring. Lately I have been walking in many walks of walks through swampy areas, so seeing a good cold mountain spring was too much to let go.

It was then that I met Weedingit, traveling with Mrshorty. Kneaterz and I had seen them several days ago near Upper Goose Pond.

After continuing to climb the path, a very steep rock struggle called Rock Garden rose. I walked until I arrived at the shelter. They were my longer miles and most of the elevation I have made in one day. I was exhausted.

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