Here I am in the future with my friends …

I don’t think I had a first fantastic launch on a store platform. Mainly because when I woke up, there was a layer of condensation above all. Ah! While he didn’t get cooled last night, I still don’t like waking up. It is the AT, so I know that it is an inevitability that even when it is not raining, I will always be wet in some way. But still …

I guess I could have camped Cowboy last night, but then there would be insects. There are no win here.

I spent a little time exploring the Cooper Lodge and the extremely haunted and private privilege today. I published in Farout that is full of errors, but that does not do justice. While I did my business, the mistakes left me mostly alone, but it sounded like a reaction engine taking off from all the buzz.

Today’s hiking was downhill, literally! I had to get from Killington to Route 4 to meet some friends. I put some early podcasts and started plugging me. However, that does not mean that I felt incredible while I did … even with all the food I had last night, it was not enough. My glycogen levels are low, I’m always tired, something is always happening. Even with some short breaks, I was not going to make my goal of the 10 am. However, it’s fine, since my friends were (classically) arriving late. In fact, I told them to meet with me before what I expected to reach the beginning of the path, since I knew they would be late. It seems that he was right: p.

One of the saddest/happier things that happen is that I am chasing the shadow of fission, someone I met in Hot Springs and walked a little. He has been slowing down to enjoy the path, and was actually at the Churchill Scott shelter last night, which is the next refuge after the Killington Cooper Lodge. He will be a little a little in front of me, since I am taking a free time. Ah … pleasant.

Something that saddens me is that the path no longer follows the ridiculine about peak peak to the inn in Long Trail. This is because Pico is a private land, and the AT wants to be in protected lands. It would be too expensive to buy and protect the skiing station, so the path was redirected … A penalty since Pico is also an iconic ski season for New England like Killington’s sister. I would feel tempted to Retro-Blaze if I still did not plan where I would meet with friends for our short one-day walk. So I went!

I put on Route 4 just when my friends got there, and they gave me some coffee and a breakfast sandwich, which I devoured instantly. And he was still hungry … That hunger for hikers really settled. Once I stop moving, I can finally start food stomach again. And once that begins … nothing feels good enough, apart from the city’s food. Some of them joined me in a two -mile section, which showed them how the AT is really. They saw nothing more than rocks, roots, rocks, roots and trees. Even the promised «view» in Farout turned out to be covered with weeds.

We met some of Sobo, and I began to chat with them, telling my friends to keep going and that I would update with them. As a joke, my friends Ethan and Geoff began to reserve it along the path, to show that I couldn’t catch up. After about 2 minutes, I reached Figgs and Brittany, who told me about the other two. In a minute of trot, I reached both of them, to their surprise. To quote Ethan «it caught us like that!» It is undeniable that my leg strength level is … dramatically higher than theirs. And everyone is fit.

After taking them to Maine’s crossing, we went out to go to the inn in Long Trail for food inside. We ate some pub food and we started the journey to my friend Kelsey’s ski house in Chester, one hour away. Chester’s curious thing is that the path focuses, so it is concentric for Manchester City, Rutland and Woodstock. Technically I could have chosen any of the three cities like the point to those who knew me, so it worked that it was close to Rutland. First we conducted Echo Lake, by Okemo, but a storm was coming … and was being hungry and cold again.

The food at this point is becoming utilitarian. After a few hours of any food, I’m always hungry. I need calories, and my body accepts them on any day off. My legs are being destroyed, my upper body has been reduced to nothing. There is no fat, and just no muscle for my body to consume to feed, and know. I felt bad, but in the lake, I made it clear that everything I really wanted to do was return to the house, wash and try to feed. My head hurt, and I was trembling even though it didn’t even be so cold, but I felt death. On the way to the ski house, I tried to call an eye closed in the back, but my head throbbed. I even ate some food to try to make my body feel better, but to be honest … Any path of paths at this time makes me want to vomit. Having a car with only mixture of trails and fries made me feel horrible. That complicated food story returns to bite me.

In the house, there was another shock. Recently, Kelsey’s parents made the hot water system replace, so it didn’t really connect … It was not planned to be connected until next year. So there was no hot water! I shower the best I could, but I had to eat to do it and not die to tremble. He took a while in the «hot» bathtub (he also does not heat up at this time) with my friend Figgs, updating a little about how summer was, before retiring. There, I saw how my friends were playing with their new obsession, Go, and I worked to get a big blog buffer. (Actually I got a buffer of three and a half weeks here … And somehow that was not enough dent. That is not to stay up to date!)

We made a quick grocery race where I ate some Maple Creamee’s in Sugar Bobs, a local Arce syrup store, before retiring back to the house and making more blogs. For once, I did not feel bad for not contributing to meals and things. It is good to accept a hospitality for a moment. We saw some «sporty» events, and although the others started a fire outside, I no longer wanted to be close to bugs (and they were everywhere!) In addition, we started the fire around 8:30 … and it was already exhausted. So I excused myself and went to bed. Ah … it’s good to be in a local bed again. I think I mentioned this path in Pennsylvania, but there is something different even between a house of shelter and a local bed. It’s just … comfortable.

(Title letter: Finale, Steven Universe The Movie)

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