Take another bite, I want another bite

As usual, after an olive oil night, the only thing that occurred to me at the beginning was to get up as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I was not very careful on the store platform, and my shorts were trapped in a nail. And before registering what happened, I heard that signature sound … RIIIPPPP. Not again. Homespun had repaired the last tearing in the sewing, but there would be a few more days until I could access a needle. Somehow I have lost my needle along the way. And even with that, I would still like to apply a patch to the shorts, a patch that requires a dryer or a heat gun.

Ah, well, I quickly ended and started walking towards East Flagstaff Road. Even with the knowledge that there would be magic of trails, I still decided to chew a pop cake as it ran towards the road. After all, Settreating with an empty stomach is not yet great. Even in a mile, food burns quite fast.

One of the other struggles I have been finding has been with the digestion process itself. It takes a lot of energy, and that probably contributes to the fact that I feel dizzy so frequently. It is easier when it is great and much more difficult when it is hot. But that is part of radical acceptance, right?

About 20 minutes later, I arrived at East Flagstaff Road, where I also met some of the other hikers that I could definitely have accidentally explained with my lighthouse the night before. One of them, FP, abbreviation of Frankenpole, was like «Late start! I remind you …» I did not do it, which was a bit amazing. But she said she met me when I put my head in the free church hiker shelter in Delaware Water Gap. He was also with Punch, a walker who had to skip Liberty Springs to The Bigelows for time, but it is a New England, and plans to complete the rest during the weekends and one week excursions. Good for them! They were sitting with Step The Trail Angel, who was helping them with food.

Actually, there was a confluence of Trail Angels here, with Sir-Steps-A-Lot and another local trail angel that unfortunately did not capture the name. However, Step was the main one who would cook today, and had a good coffee and breakfast burritos! It was also fun here, since it is where the SlackPackers are left. They, of course, were full of Maine Roadhouse, so most of them did not stop, except Saxon, who did not plan to walk much more.

Step’s burrito was incredible. Canned meat and grill potatoes, with cheese and a little cooked sriracha. He offered to cook in a Thai Chile, but I think that my current spices tolerance after being on his way for so long is too low for that. And although there are certainly tons of bathroom opportunities on today, I still didn’t want to risk it.

I spent about an hour here, but then I decided to move forward, in an effort to get to Pierce Pond Shelter. For once, today’s elevation profile was seen … soft! Apart from two hills after East Flagstaff Road, it was mainly flat. That meant it would be easy … keep going, right?

Mistaken. Fatigue hit again. There were so many through me by my side that they were talking about their future excursions, planning to finish the LT or the Colorado Trail, or think about making some form of CyTC. In my head, I can’t even understand how the body can handle that. Maybe with a little better nutrition from the beginning, or an additional FTA with my body (maybe I should not have sent that cork ball that used to extend my feet home …), I would feel much better. But it is of no use to think about what I should have done before along the way to be in a better place here. I have the body and hand that repair me, and I have to use what I have to get to the end.

Speaking of the two hills, my butt kicked me. The weather was sustainable, but warm for Maine in an 84 degree and humid temple. So, the climbs, even with all that additional fuel, asked me for the butt. And the fuel was not present immediately, digestion also takes away a lot. I ran into some sobs and let them know about the magic of the path that occurs to him! For some reason, it still feels like an event to know an arroe, now even more than before. I guess it’s because they haven’t even gone through hard targets yet. They are so … excited!

In West Carry Pond, he found some weekends while I made a private stop. One of the things I have noticed about Maine’s private ones is that, although everyone is in the same design, everyone has settled in recent years, many of them have fun names to differentiate them. Or, only signs to commemorate an event. Apparently, this was built as part of the ATC Biennial Conference.

There was a funny story about Benedict Arnold (who I don’t remember much), and then began along the coast around East Carry Road. Although it was marked … it was still slow. The coast passes through a lot of rocks, with swamp boards in the middle. But, since the swamp boards are on the pond, they actively get wet, so I slipped between them several times and a few meters down! None of them was catastrophic, or my posts or my other foot would catch me, but still. It is not the good terrain I expected.

Halfway, I met Tie-Dye, Nav, Birdsong and Veggiewrap camping on the beach. What a beautiful place … but no private is a decisive factor for me today. It is interesting how, at the beginning of the path, it was much better to find random camping points. But I think that between not having NJ to Ma, and then limited to sites established in NH, my siege champion century is much more limited than it used to be.

The rest of the day was remarkably inadicable. I only had the motivation to cross the forest. I don’t know what happened, but boredom is beginning to become my number one enemy. Maybe Moyeso monotony than boredom. But the podcasts and music that drove me before are not enough. I just want to read a book. But reading a book requires stopping. And for some reason, I simply did not have the activation energy to start an audiobook.

So I arrived at the Pierce Pond refuge. I wanted to get a little earlier, since there is a caregiver in a nearby canoeing camp that apparently makes pancakes for hikers if they register the night before, but I also learned that I would have to be there at six AM to be fed. Yes, the late beginning is not doing that.

I enjoyed dinner and talk to FP and hit the banks of Pierce Pond. I had been wondering how my trip was intertwined with his, especially the FP since she and I have been at the same time, and we only heard about her exploits with the others that I have met. At some point, I went to look for a tense. Originally he was considering the shelter … but someone established his complete tent in him. And although there was a lot of space, I just didn’t want to deal with that. So the tent was.

However, while trying to have some closing, I felt a lot of movement under my store! There was a super aggressive red squirrel that was running under it trying to chew on its way! He didn’t want to hurt him, but he was also very scared to have this warm mass of mammals running under the floor. He finally disappeared after I surrounded him, but a small fun fun to end the night.

I’m going to miss things like this.

(Title lyrics by: Soda Pop, Saja Boys)