34 Obscenities released in a Blaze Blue 0.00

It was completely possible today was going to be magical. It was also completely possible that I could go to Kaka. This is the spell that are the white mountains and their charm in the form of free food.

Food becomes everything through hiking. This sounds too dramatic, I want to assure you that it is not. His body produces signs of hunger forms that he had never experienced before. The constant caloric deficit whispers in your mind that all foods should be found and consumed immediately.

I woke up at 5.30 am the plan was simple. Walk to the next cabin, be respectful and friendly to the croo, and at the same time prepare to kill anyone who can stumble if there are breakfast leftovers available.

After a fast package, I avoided eating anything more than a single bar to make sure I was at a maximum crazy level to reach the next cabin at 8 am the time feels important, since it is when all the guests who pay end their breakfast and begin their hiking day, leaving the remains for hungry hikers. Being the first hiker at the door maximizes your chances of being fed.

The lost path continues

There are no changes in the insistence of whites not to do or maintain this morning. A descent steep by the precarious rock slabs during the first hour or so, before a reasonably steep climb back to the cabin. After an exit of the 645 am from the camp, the moment felt quite well in the oat operation in the second, and the day looked spectacular.

I walked to the cabin at 815 am when I say I walked, I mean more as mentally, I walked. Physically, I introduced myself as a zombie with eyes the size of the moon with an appearance desperately for anything similar to excess breakfast.

Chestnut and I calmly wandered the reception counter, and in our habitual lovely way we casually asked if there could be any food that we could help discard that the guests who had not consumed that they had not consumed.

Jackpot baby. Not only was there oatmeal, there was a bowl of scrambled eggs, blueberry juice and a pancake. Chestnut and I could help Croo in this cabin ensuring that there was no food to pack after our visit.

Then we had to make a tactical decision. Do we return to the path and walk all day until the next camp? Or do we create a new secondary search that implies trying to tame our arrival at the next cabin to be a possibility of WFS?

WTF is wfs?

Work for Stay is a long -term program that allows two (or four in a large cabin called Lake of the Clouds) through hikers to make a game of tasks in the cabin in exchange for dinner and sleep on the floor of the dining room after the guests have lying down.

Clearly, there was only one viable option for the day. We had read the comments on the FARAUT application that his best opportunity to ensure WFS is to reach the cabin after 4 pm arriving too early would leave the harvest without any more remedy to send you later along the way. Of course, on the contrary, it is too late and other cunning walkers may have hit you.

All enigma. Accepted secondary mission.

The best mice and men plans

So we calculate the average movement speed through the unabled whites, the distance left to the next cabin, the elevation gain and the loss, and how many falls we would probably take, and decided to sit in the cabin where we were for another hour.

At that time we saw precisely zero to other hikers in the search for remaining breakfast. This led me to think, do other tricks simply ignore the rich reward that huts can provide, or are in schedules that do not allow such food frivolity, or there are really not many trifists currently in whites?

I know I’m glad the lack of competition for calories.

Fire color

We start from the cabin, insurance in our time. We arrived well the next ascent or two, and our descents, while slower they still kept us in a good time frame for the arrival at 4 pm we decided to take a break on South Twin Mountain, another hill of 1200 meters odd that the locals seem to want to climb to mark a greater number in feet.

The views here were excellent, we could see the next hills like Washington and return to Vermont. We spent about half an hour at the top taking a snack, since we were sure that we had the time nailed.

Another thing that whites have decided not to do much is Blaze The Trail. Blazes Blancos guides the intrepid hiker through the 3500 km of Georgia A Maine, except in the whites where you can go many kilometers without seeing a single fire. Without a doubt, there are excellent reasons for this, I am not aware of what those reasons could be.

Then, when I noticed a blue fire about thirty minutes after leaving the top, the next moment was when my soul left my body. Indeed, when I turned on the old GPS on the map, it was clear that we had left the beak on the wrong path.

This is when you have two options. One laments the world, cries and tramples the feet (it is not a bad option). Two, they accept that you screwed by not being careful when leaving the peak and verifying your path, and deciding that secondary search is more important than the error and the double time of return to the path and towards the cabin.

After a quick consultation in which I pressed quite hard for option one, we decided on option two.

The desire for food was a powerful motivator. We climb South Twin Mountain for the second time, then we started a series of promotions and descents at dizzying speed to return to the WFS track.

Welcome to La Cabaña

At 4.12 pm, I entered Zealand Hut. With great concern, I asked if there was any WFS post available, and after a quick consultation, the Croo pleased me to inform me that it was lucky. Chestnut arrived a few minutes later and caught the second place, and we were prepared for dinner.

Apparently, we had been very lucky, since tonight’s dinner was to celebrate a transcendental vacation in the United States that fall in early July of each year. While there would be no artificial fires, a thanksgiving dinner was being served in celebration (yes, I know that makes no sense, I am still perfectly well with that).

They told us that we relax until 7 pm, when dinner would be finished for guests. The cabin was right next to a beautiful waterfall, so we went and soaked our tired legs.

The rest of the afternoon was chatting with a mixture of hikers who had reserved a stay, other guests of Cabaña during the night and members of Croo. One of the conversations I had was with a hiker who contemplated leave the road soon, since they missed home and family. I think this path is much more a mental challenge than the physicist, it is a long time to spend in the forest regardless of how quickly a trip.

Turkey

The guests entered at 6 pm to enjoy their dinner, and I coined and read a book while waiting very patiently all the food that the guests did not eat.

At 7 pm, Croo grabbed us and said they come and ate. And we did so.

Beer was a gift from a cabin guest with which we had talked before, and the rest was like a gift from the gods themselves, an absolute protein bonanza. I ate until it exploded. Explaining the previous walk would have been approximately one third of what I managed to consume a month on the path. I think I even impressed some of the Croo with my consumption heroic.

With missing food, we help Croo cleaning the tables, sweeping the floor and giving the oven once. He took about twenty minutes and seemed a very fair trade for the 3000 -calorie dinner he had just eaten.

We chatted a little more with some guests who remained in the dining room after dinner, and then the Croo came and put the lights to all at 9.30 pm we quickly configured our Torchlight mattresses and we were deeply asleep at 9.45 pm, since we pass far beyond our usual time to sleep. Cracking day.