Don’t forget to look up sometimes

Day 89-13 Miles today from the Seth Warner shelter to the stealthy site, 2,900 feet, 2,800 feet down, 1622 on the mile score (mm)

Wise advice

One of the first text messages I received from Knockerz after separating a few days ago was a reminder for me. After hundreds of walking miles, she knew the importance of the statement.

«Don’t forget to look at sometimes.» She wrote me.

It was such a deep statement in more than one way. When we walk, we have to constantly scan the ground in front of us for our next step or risk an injury that ends the increase. But occasionally you must take the time to look up and enjoy the landscape.

This statement can also be applied to life in general, especially today. After days of walking alone without Knockerz, it has been difficult to continue. The fun is not in my walk right now. Even during the most difficult days of our walk, we share the experience.

Never leave yourself on a bad day

This is a advice you hear when you try a feat, like a walk. Today he is testing me like a bad day. This section of the path is difficult to remain motivated.

Yesterday was my longest walk so far in 19 miles and elevation gain of 4,700 feet. In fact, I felt good physically this morning with normal pain and pain.

I started at 7:00 am because I really did not intend to press it today. I will be stealthy camping somewhere. My goal is now to do Manchester, which I think is approximately 50 miles that would put me 3 more days in the forest.

I think I’ve already had 3 days in the forest. It means that I have to preserve my battery so as not to obtain audiobooks, music or use of cell phones that are not going out of the airplane mode for some text messages or verify the weather periodically.

Jungle time

The path has been so covered that sometimes I can barely see the path. I think it is proof that this section of the path has not been toured much. This is not a fun walk for one -day hikers to bother.

The path is a jungle at some points. When I arrived at the last shelter, there was no evidence how the path was the path. I was covered with such a weed.

I am seeing much of the thick black mud, but so far I have been able to avoid passing directly through the mud puddles.

Excess clothes

I wear clothes to cover 95% in my skin. The only thing I have exposed is my neck on the front, my face and my hands. This was a complete nightmare during the heat of one hundred degrees, but probably prevented me from having ticks in my body.

It is also an advantage now because this Fangoso and Pantanous Vermont hell is a place of reproduction for these flies that will bite any exposed skin.

Now I have to keep moving where I am currently. If I stop moving, or even decreased speed, mosquitoes invade me. This is really hard.

1,000 steps

The final drop -down to Route 9 was at a slope of more than 1500 feet per mile. Another knee drop.

Of course, that can only mean one thing. I will soon have an steep climb to get out of this gap.

The descent to the gap was one of the worst descents I’ve seen along the way. A thousand rock steps.

Oh s ***

It was a climb to divide the rock and then an additional climb but not as bad as the climb to the gap.

I spent a shelter and kept going up to Maple Hill. Maple Hill had some electric lines where Bennington could see in the Valley below. I could also see an unpleasant rain storm in this way.

My first assumption was to return to half a mile to the shelter, but that would add a mile to my trip, so I decided to continue and see what the storm will bring.

Just when I entered the Glastonbury desert

The rain spilled. At first it was refreshing after walking in sweat and insects all day. Then it became a little cold.

This day was a bad day

After the rain ended, there were now many mud puddles to move forward. That slowed me. I walked now soaked.

When I heard more rumble, I looked at the weather forecast that required a stronger rain. Another storm cell was approaching.

I knew I would be sleeping in my store tonight and I didn’t want to prepare in the rain. So, the first stealthy place I found I called home to spend the night. I was a bit disappointed when I looked and I had only made 13 miles.

Yes, it was the day of ***. He has never been eaten by so many damn insects. Heavy rains caused everything to get wet. A drop -down Hellacus in the Route 9 gap in thousands of rock shaken knees. The heavy rain turned the path into vermud.

While I sat in my store with all my wet and wet clothes hanging on lines inside, I knew I needed a break. And finally I got the rest I needed. Christine with Draghose transfer help me with some logistics. I was not interested in selling me a transport trip, but I was really interested in helping me. Now I have a plan that will help me spend the next few days and I feel revitalized.

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