Most of the mornings I have woke up when the sun rises, which is around 5:30 am this time of attention means that I am generally the first person wherever I have camped. At 5:32 am this morning I looked at the door of my store at an empty patio! I wondered if I was wondering if the invasion of the body’s arguments had finally come true, but there was no error, 10 tents had unemployed the courtyard of Tom Levadi before dawn.
Magic path one
I left my store. When I say that, I really want to say that I Rod. Sometimes, my legs are not as lists as the rest of me early and Rodar seems like a good way to reduce their participation until they had the opportunity to wake up.
I approached the picnic table in the year, since my spidey senses were a tingling. Indeed, there were magic of trails. As today it becomes this extraordinary phenomenon, I will talk a little more about the concept that does not exist anywhere but on the hiking routes of North America.
A culture has been developed around people who are not on the walk giving their time, money and energy to help current hikers along the way. This magic comes in many forms, and it can be as simple as leaving four -liter water containers in a road crossing in a dry area of the path, just through extravagant tents installed in the parking lots where the food is cooked all day and the food boxes are available to assume for refueling purposes. It is a crazy level of generosity that is frankly difficult to understand.
Then, the picnic table. Even after being beaten by all the other hikers who had gone strangely before dawn, there was still much to get excited.
Take into account the floral arrangement that I think provides a very pleasant touch of class to spread. After calling Tom politely if I could participate in what I was on the table (Tom looked at me as if I were a little jester at that time and said he had it), I proceeded to put everything I could in the hole in my mouth.
A Dunkin dona ‘was the last breakfast article consumed after a generous cereal help, an apple, a banana, two eggs and a fig bar. I made another bar in my hip pocket along with a Muffin de S’Mors who had not been eaten for anyone the day before, I thanked Tom profusely for the stay and the propagation, and I dragged my stomach distended to the path.
Hiking
He had planned a tremendously easy walk today. I think my body was dictating the day, since it had now been 12 days of movement without a day of rest, so it was today to take it easy, with only 14 km to cover before reaching the next small city called Cheshire.
The first 2 km in the morning rolled through the suburbs surrounding Dalton. There were some great markers along the side walk that denoted the road.
Then he returned to a beautiful forest that separated the two cities with a small hill to appear.
It was a stellar day, with the temperature still low, since it was early in the morning, and the heavens were reasonably clear. In the middle of the hill, I smoked a rapid motion hiker who had 2500 km on the trip. I was a university student who happened to me as if it were a stop in Movediza Arena, a solidly depressing moment in time when I realized that my legs no longer worked at that speed.
Around 10 am I started the final descent to Cheshire and turned on my phone to see if I had a signal. Indeed, I did it, and Chestnut had sent me a text message with the words that accelerate the beat of any hiker … magic ahead.
Trail Magic Two
I accelerated the hill as fast as my legs that now work reasonably would take me. I arrived at the Father Tom camp to a deed tent.
Fruit, fruit and more fruit. The camp chairs are installed, and the coolers are filled with gatorade, juice and milk. I devoured at least half large watermelon, before savoring some blueberries and bananas. The gentleman responsible for this reward was a place that had been following the progress of a family that was walking along the path, and wanted to help them along with their trip while passing through their forest neck.
Therefore, it was a correct place, the right time for this little magic. The family had been and left, so we sat and talked, the angel helped the angel to pack his truck to be able to go below the path with even more food to help the family after having climbed the next mountain. Again, the generosity of the American spirit in the complete exhibition.
I drove the camp with a very full belly around 11 am with the short walk for the day, it was time to relax and recover. The camp was a space driven by the community and settled on the edge of the city and was incredible. There were electronic load stations, a tap with clean water and soap, a lot of flat ground for tents, hammock posts, picnic tables, a box of bears for food storage and free bicycles.
Yes, you read correctly, there were two bicycles in a shed, unlocked and ready to take it to the city to obtain supplies or simply to wind along the near railway path. Incredible.
Trail Magic Three
While Castafnut showed me some great knots with a little Paracord wrapped around the hammock posts, a gentleman roamed the camp with a food box. He asked if we would be interested in eating some cookies. We will play with a pen, here comes more magic of trails.
Not wanting to be rude, we gently accept the big box.
We chat with the man, who works on the path on the path for the local mountain club, while slowly becoming hibernating bears while we eat the cookies.
The corridor told us why he always has cookies to give hikers. It turns out that his brother, at the age of 81, likes a good or two cookies. So much so, that it leads to the local store four or five times a day to obtain cookies and ice cream bars. Then, the corridor visits his brother every day (I suppose he hoped to catch him at home, since he would be in the store buying cookies a lot), and eats the ice cream bars with his brother and then takes the abundance of cookies from the closet and redistributes them to the walkers with whom he is located.
This story had Castaño and I at stitches for the rest of the day. The corridor had given the story so perfectly, and with so much love and fun that you could not help imagining the perfect marriage of comedy and happiness that was created.
Trail Magic Four
Last night in Tom Levadi’s, my stove had broken. The O -ring inside the stove had deteriorated and could no longer seal the stove to the fuel container. Fortunately I could borrow brown stove for cooking dinner.
I resigned to buy a new stove in the next hiking store that I found, but Chestnut had other plans. I had tried, without success, convince me to ask the first angel of the path with the fruit to take me to a hardware store to obtain a new O -ring. I can’t imagine asking a stranger to take me like this, even with Chestnut insisting me culturally that it was perfectly acceptable. I just couldn’t ask for that kind of help.
Chestnut did not deter so easily. Abiut one hour after the cookie delivery, another local man swing to the camp. He took a third bicycle from his car and put it with the other two. I was simply donating an old bicycle for hikers to use them (my mind is now completely flown by American generosity).
We chat with the man, Jon, for a few minutes on hiking and the local area. Jon then asks if he can take us to a store 15 minutes by car to get some food. Yes, a complete stranger has just voluntary to transport us for 30 minutes in his car to a local Delicatessen store to get a sandwich.
Chestnut jumps to action. He tells Jon to come and ask me for my stove. As my stomach is still working in all the free food that I have already eaten (it is not even lunch time), I stay in the camp.
Approximately an hour later, Jon and Chestnut return triumphant. They give me my newly fixed stove. Chestnut caused Jon to make a diversion to a local hardware store, where the owner found an adequate sized o -size joint. The owner would not take money for the part, and Chestnut made the repair in the store.
I could not thank you enough for help, I was overwhelmed by gratitude. Jon simply shrugged, said it was nothing and continued his day. Chestnut was very happy with his efforts, as it should rightly be.
Trail Magic Five
Obviously, in the afternoon we were anticipating that more free things appeared, it would almost have seemed strange if they had not been known.
Indeed, a woman and her children led to the camp with a refrigerator full to the edge with Gatorade. We had a brief conversation and they were on their way.
At this point, Chestnut said he had never experienced so much magic in one day on the road. What makes it even more surprising is that we are not close to what is known as the bubble, or the area where most hikers are currently located along the 3500 km walk. Being out of the bubble generally means that you see little or no magic of paths.
Trail Magic Six
It was already dinner time, and some more hikers had arrived at the camp to spend the night. I joked with the newcomers to wait at dinner, since surely someone would appear soon with something to eat.
A car rolled the camp. I watched with astonishment how a woman jumped and wandered to the picnic table with a bag full of sweet grapes. For sixth time, I profusely thanked a stranger for his gift and enjoyed grapes with the other hikers.
I think there is a good possibility that another day like this on any path at any time.
When I started the day I ended up, rolling in my store. The reason why this time is that my legs could no longer bear my body weight that had been duplicated by the free food they had given me.
Even seeing the disappearance of the Australian Cricket team for South Africans in the World Testing Championship could not take away the magic of the day.
