I see a built tower …

Well, there is the alarm again, trying to fight my hotel in a hotel. Near the end of the walk, I want nothing more than rest in a real bed for hours at the same time. And I guess I could do that. But I still have a mission to continue. And therefore, I walk.

My parents led us to fade to have coffee, before driving back. I let them know about Mount Graylock, which they could see through the automobile windows. If I looked close enough, I could barely see the eye of Sauron (the tower) on the top of the mountain. I don’t like to spoil my day like that. But I thought I let them know where it would be today.

They left me in Dalton and saw me get away. I got a little, getting used to the height of the lower pile of the lone Altra peak again. It is really a path of trails, so he felt almost uncomfortable in the hard concrete surface. I could feel the silicone wedge that I installed digging a little in my heel, while I also got used to having it again. But at the time I hit some pine needles on the floor in the forest, I felt much better. So for that these shoes were made.

For those who have lost the tracking of my shoe trip, I have now tried the Lone Peak 8, Tump 4, two pairs of Olympus 6 and finally the Lone Peak 9+. At first I changed because I had foot pain, and I thought the additional cushioning would help … twice. Today, I try the solitary peak with Vibram and … it is still slippery. You are using true vibram outersol! But the design is molded less to wet rocks. Oh good. It should be sustained when it is more deliberate with him. All the tests I was doing today was basically inside the current beds.

I went through a camp that could only assume that it was the Tallboy gang (from Duncannon), before starting my day. I think they were planning to take the Blaze Blue Brail Rail Trail, but I didn’t care about the evidence in the forest. And call me purist, but I like to follow the white flames. There was a beautiful view on Cheshire’s cobblestone that went and went, and with it came the heat.

Today I had an unpleasant customer service call to start the day, and my mood attached to me throughout the day. I know that I shouldn’t let these little things irritate me so much, after all, I am on the way and it is supposed to be disconnected. But it was with an entity with a great reputation of goodness. So I wondered what I did to ridicule all day. I could write Irate reviews or something. But I decided to try to do it. It is difficult when it is blocked in your own thoughts.

I entered the city of Cheshire, reviewing the camp of Father Tom, and took a lunch in the Diane turn. I made some cyclists ask me how the path was going, or how I lived in such a small backpack, which was pleasant. But I took a much longer break than I wanted. The maximum of 88 today scared me before I left the city. It will be a difficult escalation.

Massachusetts ends with its own crown jewel, the summit of Mount Graylock, the highest point in the state. Last summer, he was supposed to walk with a group of friends, but the day became a torrential downpour, and we decided to call the walk early. So, I was glad that it was today … especially clear. There were tons of wild raspberries on the path, which I had very well picking up.

In Forever Up, I was caught in my own thoughts. Podcasts, music, guided meditations, silence, nothing was cutting my head and depressive thoughts. Not even running back to Zach, the hiker of the Upper Goose pond section, or taking snack breaks. You may read my Waaaaaayy publication during the hiker introduction phase, but I have suffered with acute depression and anxiety during a good part of my life in life, and I think that a large part of it is catching in my own loops again and again. Sometimes, a good little path therapy is all I need to get my head. Sometimes, it’s the worst. Today is the last.

However, as a breeze progressed, I realized something. My feet feel fantastic today! Nothing of that throbbing and tired feeling. I think that I am now in such a minimum shoe, I really have a better energy transfer, so I use less of my foot to take a step. This means that I felt better, as long as I am not deliberately stomping every sharp rock. Sweet!

At the top of Mount Graylock, I returned to Tad and Earthstar. We were all vectorizing at the same camp, so I let them cook the dinner and start starting while I sat on the porch and loaded my phone for a moment, showing a couple from Boston on the path. Then I uploaded the tower in Graylock. The view was a bit confusing but still amazed. For the first time, I could see some mountains that I recognized and that I walked! Wachussett, Mount Monadnock … is becoming more real that is about to fall again on the one I have been. And that excites me endless.

I walked with Tad and Earthstar for the rest of the day, leaving the team and talking about our outdoor experiences. Tad said he wants to visit all the national parks, already a difference from the dating profiles they claim to want, but that they really just want to reach the most prominent aspects, I actually believe in him. After all, anyone crazy enough to walk would have the tenacity for that!

Now we are in the Wilbur Clearing Shelter, where the other two went to bed early (since they had already cooked), and I am here taking advantage of this entry. I hope a good dream clarifies my head. I never know what to do when I’m in a funk like this. But it was objectively a good day! How can I let me destroy me? Who knows?

(Title lyrics by: Tower of errors, Steven Universe)

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