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They were 80 degrees at its lowest point last night.
It is sure to say that I did not sleep well. Even so, when I got up, I was grateful to be in such a pleasant place. Yesterday’s navigators offered me some water from the tap and helped me fill my bottles while doing my coffee in the morning and drowning a breakfast. I am running a little low to have a variety of food, but at least I have peanut butter, tortillas and some oatmeal to mark on Til Monson tonight. That should be enough, right? GOOD?
The only unfortunate was shed my coffee throughout my tent today while packed. Fatigue is affecting me, but I will overcome it. For today’s ultimate goal, Shaw’s, is a shelter through which I have been excited to see all this time. But I can describe Shaw for when I get there.
Today was another misunderstanding day in Maine’s desert. While the terrain was certainly flat, it was not exactly the most pleasant hiking, especially through the intense heat we were happening. I found the trip to Loshers and fell today, and although I would normally have tried to entertain a conversation, I couldn’t even gather energy to exchange more than jokes. He did not help that after getting my Mving body, when we all took a break to eat, I almost collided my peanut butter tort. Only something about the heat of the day and the idea of eating another tortilla. He couldn’t do it.
There were members of the MATC by maintaining paths here today, as if the water levels were low, it is a perfect time to put swamp boards before they are lucky again. It was sad to see the rivers described with «Do not try to rock jump, you will hurt» be dry, but … what can I do? But walk. With the heat, my rubble today was at a worst level of all time. But I don’t know what to do about it. It is dirty.
My writing is dry today, but that is only one day without emotions. Sometimes, friends ask me whether to be in the forest has reduced my need to always be online, or if I feel more at peace without my phone or nothing like that. And although I certainly believe that I am better than it used to be, I have also noticed that, especially as the walk lasts, already measure that the novelty of the forest has disappeared, I have been using my more devices, in an attempt to find something stimulating. Heat, humidity and pain were simply punishing while heading north.
There were some refrigerators in the trial provided by Leapin Lenas, who expected it to be full of sweet sweet relief, but unfortunately they were empty. Ah, well, I think they were taken by other hikers since the day they started closer to Shaw’s, since the ice inside was still great. We are all fighting here.
In the last two miles, anger was unbearable throughout the time. Also the lack of water on the road, so seeing Lake Hebron was a show for sore eyes. I think the path was actually used to be routed directly through the center of Monson, but thanks to the efforts of the MATC, the path now crosses the desert. It is a difficult decision to make, if the path goes directly to a city or be in nature. It is easier to buy and protect the land in the desert, but going through the city feels like a last «shipment» to the path in which our pilgrimages have been.
I crawled on Route 15 of Maine, I sent a heat blanket, limbing through the pain of the friction. I called Shaw’s in advance, and then I got on the parking lot. I must have seemed a certain way, since the two -day hikers there immediately offered me a Gatorade, saying that it seemed «hot.» And I don’t believe in the «attractive» sense. They were doing one day walking in the area with their son, and the father had even made many parts of the agitation of 100 miles before. It was nice to chat with them, while I waited for someone to pick me up.
Cooper, Nobo last year, came to pick me up, and we went to Shaw’s. Tomorrow is a zero day, so in a blog with less hiking I can talk about why I have been so excited about Shaw’s. I know I’m still making fun of him. But, when I stopped, they invited me to a surprise, Sir-Stops-A-Lot was doing a hiker feed! What meant that maybe, for once, I will finally feed myself! At this moment it has become a joke, which every time I have met him, I have lost my food. This moved me.
And then another surprise, in the shelter were my friends of recent days, outside, Cosmo, Skyball, etc., but also Burgerman and Marbles! I was very surprised to see the marbles (which, if you do not remember, I was in my original tramilia, all the way in North Carolina): I had to leave a little earlier of the year due to an injury, and recently entered the white mountains, so I did not expect to see her here. But she was close to visit Burgerman, before he had to go to a wedding.
Before having the opportunity to chat with her, they showed me around the shelter with Superman, or, as he has recently renamed, «man.» After putting my things next to a bed, I immediately jumped at a shower and tried to wash. True dirt comes from salt that is simply widespread. It is what causes rubbing, is what makes me feel dirty. Outside, outside, curse salt!
Marbles and I could catch up with their adventures, and some funny meetings that it recently had. The path has also been a fight bus for her, but has the same mentality as me. The brightness is deviating, but the desire to continue has not left. We took a little ice cream in a local store, and then a little more food from the service station, but sooner rather than later, the dark swept to Monson. There is not much open at night, and we were all tired anyway, so we all decided to retire.
Except that I could not fall asleep. It’s hot, hot, hot, hot! Within the liter, since I was one of the last to enter, I did not claim a fan to blow towards me. Fortunately, he was next to a window, but still. I feel that if we all work together, we could have used fans to get a real circulation in the room. Instead, fans pointed to some hikers. Ah, well, Early Bird gets the worm and all that. Just something to accept. Maybe ask if I can charge tomorrow. It can be colder. Could.
(Title lyrics by: Bad Blood, Taylor Swift)
