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At the end of the second week he had arrived. I felt pretty good, despite a cold night, and the body was usually going well for a middle -aged man.

I crawled from under the quilt at 5.30 am, since I knew that today I had another significant climb and also needed to refill since my food had decreased to less than 1 kg.

He was on the way at 6 in the morning, knowing that there was only a short decrease in Graylock to the Stop N Shop supermarket.

Replenish and more magic

I went into Stop N Shop Resolute to buy only the food I would need for the next four days, and not one more sausage.

I went slowly around the gigantic building, and with extraordinary self -discipline and diligence began to place items on my tram. Thirty minutes later I left the triumphant store, feeling that I had avoided my previous mistakes and sure that I had the correct amount of food.

Of course, the correct amount of food is still approximately 1 kg per day, so I now had a large climb and a heavy package to enjoy.

And this happened.

In the middle of a suburban street, with a softball field no at 50 meters away, 5 coolers loaded with magic of trails sitting in sight, exploding in seams with drinks and snacks. Now I do not want to talk to all the antipodes, I would bet that this model of trail magic would be a tremendous failure at home. A sign that says for hikers may only not be enough to deter some people from coming and drinking a free drink or food.

The coolers had pharmaceutical products, all kinds of drinks, food for each type of food and snacks in abundance.

I wanted to be strong. I really did. I had the perfect amount of food. And yet … we all know what happened. My bag became heavier.

Time of climbing

I barely managed to put my package on my back due to weight, at least 10 kg, and then dressed me towards the beginning of the climb.

Unlike yesterday and the wonderfully graduated climbing, this was more … directly. I had enough time to repent my additions to Magic de Trail while I got more climbed into the forest.

The ascent acquired a feeling of a will of wills. Would the mountain break your intrepid narrator narrator? Would you abandon all sensitivity and start playing Hansel and Gretel leaving a trace of food on the mountain?

Well, of course not. It had height to win and food to eat, there is nothing better. Finally I arrived at the confluence of two long distance paths, the AT and the LT (Long Trail).

Ah, and I mentioned that I arrived in Vermud? I mean Vermont. No, he was right the first time, Vermud.

The path instantly took a turn. The well -saved path in Massachusetts slid in the rearview mirror, and Vermont’s horror began.

The steep climbs were the order of the day, including a particularly unpleasant rock garden that made a little very slow, since he had to carefully place his feet.

I can’t remember if I mentioned the mud. If I didn’t, my apologies. It was very, very, very muddy in Vermont.

During one of the climbs, I went out to a small dirt road that crossed the path. On the side of the road there were two humans very beaten and dejected with their packages scattered on the ground next to him.

I told these two poor hikers and asked how their day was going. It turns out that it is not great. They had begun at the base of the mountain with high mood, ready to begin their long path of trails. Four hours later they had cheated that their adventure had reached an abrupt conclusion, and admitted that they had underestimated how hard the path was going to be. They had called a transport driver who was on his way to get them out of the mountain and back home. They were not sure if they could return to start the path once more.

The upper type of

After many hours, the path began not to be so steep. My plan was to overcome the shelter in which I knew that most people would stay, since there was no space near the tents. With the amount of first -day trailers I had seen at the climb, I went to a Castetor swamp at a couple of kilometers of the shelter.

Based on the condition of this tree, I was sure I had found the swamp.

I drank strongly from the morning river route, and I was very happy to have reached my camp at night.

There was a small area of ​​reasonably flat land just above the pond. I configured my store and ate some food with the hope that a beaver or two pass to pass. Unfortunately, there is no luck, I think his work here was done and had moved to other places to continue their good job.

Finally they joined another long trailer that camped by my side. We chatted and ate a dinner, before falling into the deep sleep that causes a difficult day.

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