I wish I had a river where I could skate

Another morning, another day closer to the end. I wish it was a little more melancholic. I think it is common for most hikers to feel alone … tired at this time. Many YouTube videos, or not suggestions through hikers or people who look back, talk about their greatest regret is to hurry by Maine. However, to be honest, I do not think they remember how broken down is the human body at this time. I am sure that I will look back and want nothing more than walk again. But today, there is only one step closer to Monson.

The morning began immediately with a crossing of streams where I took off my socks, but left the shoes on. Then, nothing notable for a minute. A slight descent of four miles that I thought could crush in almost an hour, and yet it took me some time. It has been a mistake in recent days using the Elvation profile to try to estimate how difficult it will be something, instead of waiting for it to be difficult since … it is Maine.

Just when I arrived at the Kennebec River crossing, Hawk, a multimensorium through the children, also came there. His end point for the day was going to be in Catatunk/The Forks just on the other side of the road, which made me jealous. Oh, but I should probably argue why the only ones from the Kennebec River Crossing River, huh? It is the largest water crossing in the AT, and although each water crossing before this has been more a rock jump, thanks to the drought, this river is wide. And although it seems placid, it is known that it increases unexpectedly sometimes, since the upstream dams, when they are open, can cause sudden changes in the water current level.

A few days earlier, Kristian Morgan had annoyed the cool in his own pole, but most people take a canoe transport service financed by the ATC. I think that in the past, through the hikers they had to pay for the Ferry service, so I am extremely grateful that the ATC finance the ferry now. Hawk and I took us, and then they picked me up in Sterling Inn and took me to the city.

There is even a fire in the ferry

Catatunk and holders are not exactly real cities, and smaller stops that serve the beams of white waters and fly fishermen. Even so, Sterling Inn, owned by Wildman, a former through Haker, is a great place to stop. When I entered, Wildman asked «Do you write for the walk?» Apparently he has been following with this bloggers harvest, to try to understand where the bubble is and how it looks. That would be useful … if I did not write these in such delay. UPS! I visited Sterling Inn on August 10 … And in particular it is no longer that.

However, it was super tempting to stay. A heat wave will sweep Maine, and today will enter the nineties. In Maine! That is just crazy. However, if I did not approach the terrain today, since the heat wave increased, that meant that it would have to address it at the height of the heat wave. So, as tempted as it was from the litera with air conditioning, I took a shower, ate pizza, I drank a coffee and continue again.

The other difficult thing with everything is irritating is being bad … again there. I do not think that squirrel nut butter is the product for me, but that I know, it is the only thing I have to use here. EW.

When I left again, the path to pleasant Pond leaned as a march of death. Not so much one march and more as jumping through rocks. My ankles feel weak for all the tension they have to happen, everything feels weak. Even if it is flat, the land has not been soft. In pleasant Pond, I could hear the music of the truck of someone who sounded music and tons of people running. There were tons of pieces of food, ran cups and open beers in the shelter, probably some day users. Unfortunately, this type of behavior is what conditions animals, both large and small, to congregate around shelters. However, I really couldn’t walk everything, especially because it seemed to be actively used. So I took a lying 10 minutes, and then I began to send it through the Pleasent Pond mountain.

Apparently, on a clear day, I could see Katahdin from here. I met a sobo here, but also confirmed that I couldn’t see Katahdin either. I guess it’s too foggy. I tried to find some blueberries to revitalize me … but nothing.

It was already around 4 pm when I was going down, and I had to make a divided choice decision. Originally, I was going to stop at Bald Mountain Brook Leart-to, and then I started walking early tomorrow to get to Shaw’s in time. However, with this heat wave, it doesn’t matter how early I wake up, that would result in making hard ground during the worst heat. Then, I made a game time decision to add 4 additional miles to my day, and the Moxie Bald Mountain night walk. The idea was that it may be more great for when I fall asleep, so I can actually rest a little. Maybe?

Fortunately, I had two blessings in this section in the form of two magic of trails. There was a refrigerator full of ice and soft drinks near some electric lines in mile 2057.3, which used to cool my water bottles and fill the sugar/caffeine. Then there were coca cans -Cola Selled in the shelter. I grabbed some of those, ate some hard meats, peanut butter and tortillas, and in the black tone he advanced in the Moxie Bald mountain.

There was a small problem with this plan: I had not charged my lighthouse completely. Between a hiking place at dusk two nights ago, and then using my lighthouse in my store the previous night, I was already starting with a battery less than the complete battery. I started running along the way through the mountain, and although the nu25 that I carry can show light while loading, it is annoying to have the cable that runs through the size of my head and in my slot. But it is what should be done.

The heat did not improve much either. At the top, I was extremely exhausted. But not much to do except the walk. I considered camping at the top, there were no insects, but I knew that I would like to camp with a little water in this heat. However, it was beautiful, being out with a beautiful full moon. I had a little reception to be able to catch up with some external news, but above all I spent my time trying to lock up in hiking.

When I arrived at the camp, my clothes smelled to that smell of characteristic ammonia ketosis. It was absolutely overwhelming when I got off. In the shelter, I could not find an empty tempt … until I surrounded some lights that settled on the banks of a pond. It turns out that there were three guys there that fought and spent the night at the refuge site. One of them let me install my store by his side and offered me some food, which was extremely friendly and necessary. The cookies revitalized me enough to configure my tent and eat my Pho Chicken. While I was exhausted, I rolled to the camp around 11:30, there is more inconvenience of this heat wave. It’s too hot to sleep! Even with sleeping directly on the ground, without a quilt, I couldn’t fall asleep for about two hours.

I can’t wait for Til Shaw’s.

(Title lyrics by: River, Joni Mitchell)