46 skittles enjoyed in Trail Magic in Maine $ 19.46

I was anxious to start this morning. I have always been an early initiator on any path worldwide, and today I referred to business. The reason for the additional impulse was that today was a day of refueling that involved a hitch on a road that is not very trafficked.

Then at 5.45 am, I was on the road. In a matter of minutes I realized that this wet and humid path was trying to break some type of record by converting moisture into 485%. My whole body became a giant pore and began to soak up inside. When I got to the top of the first climb, I was saturated. And I want to say as if I had traveled an electric thunderstorm. Except that they were blue skies and there had been no drop of rain.

Hooking on a road without exit

I corrected on the other side of the hill, very grateful for the change path that saved my knees from any improper torture. These Maine people really know how to build a path. In recent days I still think that it is a shame that Maine’s builders are not allowed to cross the state border towards New Hampshire to teach the locals to make the trails fun and walkable. Damn, those commercial laws that do not allow this transfer of knowledge to happen.

I went to the road after a quick rock jump through a river at 8 am the comments in Farout suggested that this path was a notoriously hard hitch. The reason is that the road was a dead end, so there is no traffic.

Chestnut joined me on the road and we sat down for 45 minutes before listening to the first vehicle. Putting our biggest smiles and expecting our vagabond appearance not to be unpleasant (it was definitely unpleasant) we cling to our thumbs. And the car passed directly. Oh ok.

He took another 45 minutes before hearing the next car. Fortunately, he stopped and led us to Andover. We had three main objectives in this small city.

The number one was to reach the post office. Chestnut wanted to send some hot clothes home and I hope that some DCF patches for my store were waiting for me. The second objective was to replenish for the next two days. Our results for next week were all for 2 or 3 days, which is a welcome relief for the weights of our package. And the third part of the plan was to visit the local shelter and see if we could look for a medium -used medium fuel container that are ubiquitous in each shelter and use a brown fuel transfer device to keep us cooking for a few more days.

Post office

Chestnut was able to send his clothes. I could not collect my necessary repair sheets for my store because they had not arrived. The Correos Chief was a great guy and gave me his mobile number so he could call him along the way and bounce to the repair tape when he received it, so not everything was lost.

General Store

The store had everything we needed to stay over the next two days. Our first magic of trails for the day was also provided, since the owner took a look at our dried frames and quickly gave us some left breakfast sandwiches. It looks like a hungry scarecrows has its advantages.

Hostel

Then we wandered towards the shelter. And here, there was a half -empty fuel can. Pad Thai Ramen remains in the menu.

Return to the path

With much, the most complicated part of this refueling was how to return to the path. There will be many people reading this screaming on the screen that the ferry are available and everything we had to do was sound one and for a small sum of money we would take directly to the path. This culture of transport prevails along the path and is used by many hikers.

Here is the thing. I am not one of those hikers. From afar I have always admired the culture of hooking in the United States, and I was determined not to use ferry in this adventure. My spending on transfers after seven weeks is zero dollars. I will not move this needle. Ever. I am sure that the American people and their culture to take a walk to people will take me where I need to be.

So we sat outside the general store, we ate our Magic Trail sandwiches and packed our replenishment. A collection truck stopped next to the road. A man shouted: «Do you go to the way?» We smile. Seconds later, we take back to the beginning of the path.

Patriot

When they returned to the path, we saw the magic of the path. This day continues to improve more and more.

We settle in the comfortable chairs and start eating and drinking our own body weight in Candy and Gatorade. Patriot, our Trail Magic supplier gave us stories during the next time more or less while enjoying his company and the treats he provided.

A few sobos and nobles came and joined us and it was great to sit and chat. The great challenge with any location of Magic Trail leaves. The seats are very comfortable, the availability of calories is so attractive and the fact is that it is easier to sit down than walk.

Finally, I crawled out of the chair, I gave a thousand thanks to Patriot and its generosity, and climbed the next hill.

The weather began to close while we were going along the path. To be honest at this point, I expected the skies to open as the moisture maintained at 485% constant and was as humid as it would be in a shower anyway. Some cold rain would be a welcome relief.

Instead of a cooling shower, I obtain reinforcement bars in rock slabs.

After climbing for a couple more hours, we decided to call it up to date. We were close to a stream and there were a couple of sites of close stealth that looked perfect for our tents. We configure the camp and cook a dinner. The sky seemed sinister above, and I felt that we were a good opportunity for a storm during the night. Of course, that will be a story for tomorrow.

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