Day 62: Comparison is the thief of joy

I wake up hungry despite half -roasted chicken feed the night before. Knowing that we had scheduled a trip with an angel of trails for the 9 am, the beaker and I wasted earlier than expected for breakfast before the city’s food was again out of reach.

Breakfast flew and, soon, we were standing outside our meeting place designated with doctors Chai and Droobie. I sing Marty Robbins to the doctors of Chai in the row to have coffee, but they did not seem to be interested.

Ireland, the angel of the path, arrived quickly. We all accumulate and return to the beginning of the path, sweating profusely in the rear seat curled up in the car.

Irish had its fair share of hiking experience, after having done both Azt and AT. She described her efforts as Trail Angel how to fill her karmic cup.

«I have helped others, and others have helped me,» he explained.

We talked Path, and she mentioned that local police monitor Farout’s comments due to Cottonmouth, a dangerous individual who had been living on the way for years and attacking hikers. It is not much.

At the beginning of the path, we offer Irish gas money, but she refuses.

«Go do something good for another person,» she says. I feel excited to return to Tucson and do some magic of trails for Azt hikers.

We have 15 miles of walking before connecting to the red line, the real CDT. We find Huck, true trash from hikers from beginning to end (in the best way). It has its long beard in bubble braids and smokes a long titanium pipe.

The path remembers Maine, lakes and pines and large granite rock slabs embedded in the landscape. I see small squirrel squirrels that sneak between rocks, disappearing in cracks so small that I can barely see them.

I stop to urinate behind a tree. When I am walking in a row of people, I cannot simply leave the way as I would normally. The glass of vasas remains on the road, eating his poptart. Huck passes.

Beaker «Gone’s Peeing» announces.

«Thought,» Huck replies, «you have that aspect of you.»

The path is gentle, but I have not eaten and my food bag is heavy. If there were only something I could do about it. I feel slow, but my spirit is high. I arrive at a meadow covered with grass and I feel with my friends in a circle, together with a new hiker, Rapid Draw, whose chanche dropped.

«I heard that Raspberry and the wrong path made 30 miles today,» I say, feeling a little lower.

Thunder Bear looks at me intensely.

«Comparison is the thief of joy,» he says. I nodded in silence and as my sour rubber worms, completely enjoying the feeling of rest and being surrounded by family faces in such a beautiful place.

Chai’s doctors put on their packages.

«Very good, we have to start an advantage if we want to follow it,» says Thunder Bear.

I can’t help laughing when they start moving away. I call after them

«I think I heard the comparison is the thief of joy!»

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