Long path injury

THe four miles in the morning until the pass from the road in a blur. Nothing feels like working on a city day!

While we walk towards the side of the road, the sugar candy, the chicken and I must how long it will take a hitch. I established the line in 10 cars. Fudge and Chickn say he will take longer, while I take the under.

While we wait to cross the road, a car stops by our side and offers to take us to the city. I love winning.

Breakfast in Manchester

In the city, we are going to Charlie’s and we have perhaps the best coffee and cakes I have had in a bakery on a path. I also get a Bagel Lox and it is the best tasting I have had in the days.

Theoretically, this is a good place for a view in better weather. At least the leaves are pretty!

We do not want to spend too much time in the city, since we hope to leave and have some decent miles on the path at the end of the day, but we make a brief stop at Mountain Goat Outfitters so that Fudge grips to Lukotape and take a hat.

In Shaws parking, the groceries, Mary Liz stops us, who offers to take us back to the path. After a brief uphill to meet with the long official path, I go to the north again with alternate periods that pass through the fog and the sun.

I hate the rain

Three miles from the camp, I begin to feel slow and grumpy. Everything bothers me. The rain, for making slippery rocks. The rocks, for being unstable. The roots, to exist.

Finally, I realize that I did not have lunch in the city and that it is arriving late in the afternoon. Like some cookies and I feel better.

SOCIED IN VIEWS

I climb Bromley Mountain inside a cloud, and Fudge and I spent time on the top sitting in adirondack chairs and watching the fog roll through the skiing elevator. It is absolutely beautiful.

The ankle hurts and my feet are starting to pain, so I feel, I read my book and I wait for it at the base of the climb to the peak of the styles. Town feels a long time ago.

I stay with Fudge while we accumulate styles and peaks of Peru so that none of us need to walk alone in the dark. His ankle is slowing down a lot, and we do not anticipate reaching our refuge until 7:30, which, so late in the season, is very after sunset.

The sugar candy hurts

On the way behind Fudge as he sails through the descent from Peru Peak in his swollen ankle. Every few minutes, I am going through a wonderful moment and I immediately feel guilty when I can see how much sugar pain it is.

When we arrive at the shelter, we make dinner in the light of our headlights and plan exit strategies for a complete dream and some ibuprofen do not make some real changes in Fudge’s ankle.

Fudge, the consummated optimist, can get this out of his mind until the morning, and we laugh and live during dinner before I fell asleep to the sound of a river. The night, even with uncertainty hanging above, becomes a wonderful memory.

Thanks to the fog, it seems that this point of view forgot to represent us.

Today I hear «All My Love» by Noah Kahan and sounds like the Christmas truce of 1914.

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