A (another) visit to the 12 tribes

Day 95-16 miles today in sight, 4,600 feet high, 4,300 feet down, to Milla 1727 (mm) marker

Home

When I left yellow delicacies this morning, I looked towards the path along the main street of Rutland and I saw clouds that cover the mountains where the path was. Everything inside me was screaming stay this time. Once again, similar to my visit with the 12 tribes in Hillsboro Virginia, I felt so comfortable being here.

I arrived yesterday early early around 3:00 pm a member of the 12 tribes came and opened the shelter. It is a very unique place right in the center of Main Street.

Delicatessen has been closed while remodeling the posterior area. The posterior area has been added over the years and several different sections had different ceilings that began to filter, so they needed to replace them. They told me that the city is begging them to open the Deli again.

They had several bedrooms with multiple bunk beds. We were only three in a bunk that could contain 12. We had showers and a bathroom in our bunk. I took a shower and put all the land of the path and sweat.

They have a washing machine and dryer that could use for free. So, of course, I washed my dirty clothes.

Heavy refueling

I made a trip to Walmart to get my refueling and some glue for shoes. After that I returned to the shelter to finish my laundry. And then he went down two doors to the brewery and got few beers and a hamburger.

The city of Rutland was a super pretty city, but it seemed to be abandoned. There were multiple four -story buildings, but not much traffic or people.

I returned to the shelter, I packed my food and prepared my package for the next day.

Today is the next day. I really want to take a zero, but I also really want to move on. I know I need to move on

Breakfast

This morning, the third generation, Nehemiah and his new wife, Orli, cook breakfast for us. They were about eight of us, several hikers in the section and only two of us nobos.

Muddy was one of the nobles. The last time we saw Muddy in the cookie hanger.

The yellow delicatessen was decorated with multiple very beautiful murals that explained how the 12 tribes left the hippie era. Unlike hippies of that time, the 12 tribes had more than freedom to keep them underway. While the hippie movement extended as this generation aged, the 12 tribes flourished.

Go back to work

When I returned to my bed, I updated in my walking publications. I looked to see when the next bus approached. If I hurried, I could take the next bus at 9:15.

I think it is better in this way than to remain in bed thinking about a zero. This path will not walk itself.

Excited but worried about the coming path. I know I have a difficult trace ahead.

Clean for a time

When I started the climb, I stopped to press my shoes. I noticed a clean and pleasant smell from my socks. Yesterday’s wash cleaned my sweaty clothes. Of course, it was a climb, since it always leaves a city. And this time I was very loaded with a resupply of Walmart.

It is always difficult to leave the developed world and return to the forest. Especially when you are clean and dry and enjoyed the city’s food.

Oh

I said a quick prayer for God to continue giving me the strength to continue and see this until the end. I arrived at a crossroads with a group of young children who warned me about a Hornet nest. I tried to monitor it. They told me where I was and I thought I had achieved when I felt a zap in my leg. I looked down and there were two of the bastards that chop me. Then I moved very fast to get away from the nest.

You could vermont

The path winds to the Gifford Woods State Park.

In Kent Pond I met 3 hikers to the south. After Kent Pond, I entered a beautiful pine forest.

I thought I was in the forest when I arrived at Brook Falls. In Brook Falls there were several houses right in the cataracts.

The path traveled through a swampy area on a very pleasant wooden walk. I could see the climb up. It was going to be hard of 1,400 feet of elevation in more than 1.3 miles. The climb was exhausting and really slowed me. Vermont seems to have many useless meaningless puts, where you go up a mountain not to see and then fall into a valley.

The watchman

I collected the speed at the Stony Brook shelter and made the two miles in approximately an hour. I was running out of water, but another mile was supposed to be a good source of water. A little beyond the Stony Brook shelter there was an aluminum ladder that you had to go down.

I stopped in Stoneybrook to get some water. I really wanted to get to Lookout Tonight, but that is a great tour, so we will see how it is going.

After arriving at a Jeep Road and needed to make a last great promotion. I also needed to drink water for tonight and tomorrow, since the next reliable water source is about 10 miles away. So, once again, I have a very heavy load of water at the top of the large food load on my back, since I am doing the last two and a half miles to the observation.

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