Day 42: Final day in Vermont

Nick slept later than me today. I woke it up just before 5:30. We had a decently big day, since we had to make the miles to get to the city when we planned tomorrow.

We say goodbye to our new friends, since we probably don’t see them again.

We immediately end up the climb to the Glastenbury mountain. There was a missing tower closed by FAA for some reason, so we left for a moment, then we continue. We listened that other people climbed to the top using the sign that establishes the closure, and seemed feasible, but we were not very interested in that.

Today I felt particularly good, completely. I directed the position during most of the day, and we were doing an excellent time.

Lunch was in Hell Hollow Brook. There were some small swimming pools to immerse yourself. As we were pouring sweat for most of the day until now, we wash ourselves a little. I didn’t want to enter and have wet clothes for the rest of the day. So far I have had a little minor rubbing and I don’t want to exacerbate it, so I only immersed my legs and face. Nick launched completely and cooled. We share the last of our Pepperoni and Lunch cream cheese.

Finally we cross Route 9, which takes you to Bennington, vt. There, we saw our English friend for the third time. We finally exchanged names, and yours is dirty Harry. There is a good possibility that we see it at least once again.

Our great climb of the day arrived directly after the crossing of the road. We were left without coffee and needed an impulse. Nick and I made a coffee and had it before assuming this brief but overwhelming up.

I was pouring sweat as never before. Stagnant humidity and air were precursors of the change in the weather.

I arrived at the top shortly after Nick, and we were able to connect to the solid cell phone service for the first time all day. Since we headed to the city the next day, I made a reservation on a motel called Willows.

While I made the reservation, Nick checked the weather forecast. The thunderstorms were imminent. Then we keep moving.

Around .2 «of rain they poured on us in a matter of thirty minutes. We cut rain jackets on our heads and backpacks, but between the water of the sky and our sweat, there was no possibility of staying dry.

The rain cooled us and perhaps washed a layer of salt and slag. Although this was quickly replaced with dirt by the mud puddles that we were spoiling. We continue telling him that we will not wait a week for another shower, but another week has almost passed, and we still have to shower. Soon.

We passed a signaling that indicated mileage markers. I think this was years ago because the distance is inaccurate, but it is still great to refer to these numbers.

We spent some picturesque castor swamps, and the rain was leaving up. We collected some water from a stream, so we did not have to filter from the Pantanos de Castor private in which we were camping tonight. I think that after leaving Vermont, the dispersed camp is not allowed until Pennsylvania again. We have spent many nights in some incredibly beautiful scattered places so far, so we thought we should have one last before going out of Vermont.

Tomorrow, we have 9.5 miles to our road crossing the city, but only 5.5 until we cross Massachusetts. Vermont has been incredible, and not as muddy as most will claim.

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