A short day, in the Emerald city …

While the hostel litera of the Casa de la Montaña was great, there was a small problem. For some reason, it was shorter than normal. I really don’t know how to describe it, but for some reason, my feet were protruding from the lower edge! And that never happens to me. I’m barely pressing 5’8. ”Oh, well.

I have been trying to use the alarm of my watch instead of my phone’s alarm to wake up, and do it well enough. I have noticed that although I want to sleep more, my body will simply wake up around 6, and it doesn’t matter how tired it is, it doesn’t let me go back to sleep. Some kind of awakening anxiety keeps me awake. It’s just something to grind.

I quickly gathered my things, trying to pack my package long before yesterday. I want to make sure to get as many calories as I can during breakfast … since today it is planned to be a day of 26 miles! I want to be on the top of Killington tomorrow, which really means pressing it today. In that way, I can have a cooling day even though it ends with a March rise in death, and then meet my friends on Saturday relatively renewed!

Green Mountain House’s hostel breakfast options were delicious. They had eggs in the fridge and the pancake mixture. I just stir some eggs, using a kitchen for the first time in years. Honestly, I didn’t do it so badly, for not having thick cream and just trying to do it quickly. Not gummy, and not too liquid. I also pushed so much cereal for the hatch, but before I realized, we returned to the truck, we took our photo with the shelter and were out!

They dropped me in VT 11/30, I had some anxiety, only in front of a 26 -mile day. Can I do it? The last three days, I have failed my mileage goal. I knew that failure was not an option today. So, the real question is … Am I fast enough to do it?

There was some path of paths at the beginning, which was pleasant but too early in my day, so I went through it and started the climb through our next skiing station in Bromley Mountain. During this, a thought happened to me: a type of skiing station is the definitive exhibition of the arrangement of man. Are we taking this beautiful mountain and carving these artificial paths so that we have an adrenaline ourselves? And then we do it so that I don’t even have to work on the mountain. You can simply … slide down. But if. All this depresses me for the flora and fauna that calls this home. It’s just … so interrupted. Such beautiful green everywhere, carved for our own enjoyment.

Nor is there anything more demoralizing for me than walking through a green skiing race. I was kicking my butt! But, he reached Bromley’s top to enjoy the wonderful views. I was a little cloudy again, but you could barely distinguish Killington and Mount Moosilauke in the distance. I wanted to try to distinguish Okemo, where I would be in two days, but I wasn’t lucky. Unfortunate. I think it’s too short! Maybe I see it when you are in Killington.

Then he goes down to Mad Tom Notch, just to return to Styles Peak. Two days ago, a friend sent me a photo of Mad Tom Notch like «Haha, I was in the days a few days ago.» She didn’t even know she was close! So we lost the opportunity to walk together, but it is what it is. Going to Styles was difficult, but when I got to the top, I rewarded myself with the lunch I had packed yesterday. Chicken salad sandwich.

Just when I packed and began to go down, I felt the rain jet, before the skies simply opened out of nowhere! I threw on my rain jacket, but by the time I did, I was already completely soaked. And this is where Vermud really showed his true character. No matter what I did, my feet were absolutely covered with mud. Root systems under many of the paths were dragged, and they will never grow again, so I resigned myself to float through mud. At least it stopped after about an hour, but then the bugs began to leave. In Peru Peak Shelter, I spent time laughing at the refuge registry. Sometimes you find some small pieces of drama. I call this «Hound Dog ballad.»

I went through Griffith Lake in a mist, trying not to fall asleep from the monotony of the land and the humidity that surrounded me like a blanket. I was so tired that I was not aware that I grabbed the water of a Beaver stream, until I grabbed the water without filter and realized that it was extremely warm to the touch. EW. While a filter is in charge of Giardia, it is not yet great to drink water from the beavers … so I only dehydrated until I went through the long shelters of Pond and Beaver Brook, where there was fantastic water.

I don’t know how to describe how tired I am from moisture. It simply seems that whatever happens, at 10 minutes intervals, I have the deep desire to go to bed and sleep. But no matter how much sitting, sleeping does not greet me. So there is no choice but to walk forward, and forward … and go ahead.

Today at least it has some beautiful mountain lakes. I went through Griffith Lake before, and then stopped for the rock pond, where I met some section hikers doing ma -> vt. Apparently, one of them, Morgan, had heard of Komerican previously in Massachusetts! It has been funny how my name travels a lot up, I guess I’m memorable? Komerican thought he was only one day behind him and would catch up, but to be honest, he has much more tenacity than me. He has been walking 20 miles, every day, forever, not taking zeros or breaks.

The Little Rock Pond shelter was nice, but I had a little more to do today, since I will meet with friends in three days, and I want that last day to be super easy. In addition … Although both Farout and Awol guide said that he would be doing 26 miles today, he had not even reached 19 miles when I arrived at the shelter, with only 4 miles remaining in the day. Strange. So I think the day was really easier than it seems. The last four miles were just a battle with monotony, but flying good melodies drove me to the Greenwall refuge, where I prepared another night alone. Peace and dream.

(Title letter of: A short, evil day)

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