It has been quite difficult to keep the pace/we still do not give up

Before I knew it, and definitely Before I wanted to, my alarm shot. Batteries Today, Spiderman and I are moving to the path around 7 am, which means getting up at 6 to dress, make coffee and eat something. Ah, the joy of being at other times. However, this is also partially my schedule. I want to get to the city early enough to make a refueling before entering the shelter and doing other tasks there.

Then, I made a coffee, I saw yesterday’s ice cream leave my system and pack. The greatest disadvantage I have found of Frameles until now is how much it takes to pack everything. At least, for me, I feel that I have to really concentrate where my pad feels to make sure the package is not crooked, and then fill everything else … and make sure everything is straight, gah, it is a disaster. And all for a few ounces. I think in the future, I just ended the discomfort that comes with without frame.

Darrin came and quickly sent us back to the road. The first two miles from USFS 71 to Kelley Stand Road passed in an instant, the path was prepared well. So, I met Johnny Shofar, an angel of trails who was making a small food for breakfast! I made an envelope with some eggs and vegetables, which I appreciate a lot. He also blew his shofar for me and prayed for me. While I am not religious, it was still a very pleasant gesture. And I never felt that they would have pushed me, I just offered me. The only thing was that there was a one -day hiker who keep talking to me, when I clearly wanted to go. It is not that I care about the conversation, but around 30 minutes, I recognized that if I wanted to get to the city early, every minute mattered.

I quickly pushed by Stratton Mountain, the first ski season along the way. The climb was relatively gentle, and yesterday’s humidity was fortunately away today. So, before realizing, I was at the top of the Tower of Fire … and Wow. It is beautiful to look and see that everything opens again. It also feels good to be constantly above 1000 feet again. This is the optimal point, high enough to stay cooler than soil level, but not too high to get tired easily. I had lunch in the tower away from insects and started the long descent.

And down and down. Mentally, today was a different type of challenge. The challenge is not to take breaks and reduce speed. I know I can push it, but will I leave? My legs were already a little sore at the Stratton Pond shelter. I took a look and met Slingshot, an at ’21 walker doing the LT Sobo this year. We spend time chatting in the pond itself, and then I go. The rest of the day I was pushing me to go as fast towards the city as I could. I wanted to see how fast I could really try. Unlike Shenondoah, where the land was meaningless, there were many rocks and roots here! So it was also difficult for my joints. My ankles and quads were doing a lot of work keeping me upright and everything.

On a long road of the forest service, I returned to Spiderman quickly, but then disappeared back to the forest in a flash. Well, I tried to do it. There were some trucks that were literally parked on the path! Rude.

The worst part of days like this are the last 6 miles. You think you’re going so fast that you’ll end your day before you realize … but two hours they still feel like two hours. Ouch, Ouch Ouch.

When I heard cars passing, I was too ready to enter Manchester City. So, I hid my insect network, I sat in a barrier, I put on my thumb … and in a minute I had already put a truck for me. Well, that was easy! It took me to the mountain goat outfitter, where I looked around, before obtaining a resupply of the Shaw’s on the street, and some Asian food from a close fusion place. Look, I could have resigned me not to have a real Chinese food along the way, but this place was well qualified and ended up being delicious. In my efforts in constant breach of feeding enough, I will eat anything tasty.

Green Mountain House hostel has been working for at least 14 years from what I can say, and it is a fantastic place to stay. Manchester City, being a city of the ski resort, is super passable and pretty, and I would really want to have been here for longer. My legs hurt. But we got more miles to meet in friends in a few days. Jeff, the owner, took me from Shaw’s to the shelter, where I shower, laundered and ate. There were some fantastic findings in the hiker box here. I grabbed someone’s smooth meals, and I could fill my fuel all the way thanks to my reliable Flipfuel. I talked to some hikers, such as Tode and Peanut, but I spent most of my time zoning and resting. Preparing for a long day tomorrow …

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