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Rain

I woke up with the family sounds of precipitation that hit the tin roof of the shelter. I was very still, hoping to deceive the rain not dancing and making it stop with reverse psychology. This did not work. Meteorological forecasts suggested that rain would be facilitated at 9 am, so I went to bed in the refuge with the hope of hope about the precision of such prophecies.

I was not alone in my strategy. All other hikers continued to bed in their own capullos, without a doubt, everyone fervently expected the same result.

9 am arrived and the rain had not decreased. I put on the rain and skirt jacket, since it was very cold, and after eating a couple of sampling bars they ventured in the river that used to be a path.

While it is possible that I lean towards the hyperbolic end of the scale sometimes, I mean what I say in this case. The path had been replaced in many sections by a river. Fortunately, my socks and shoes were soaked when I put them this morning, so Vadear had no discernible effect.

The rain had decreased considerably from yesterday’s downpours, and made the day something more tolerable. I was able to get the phone several more and photograph Vermud’s beauty … Vermont.

These ponds and swamps were increasingly frequent now, so my expectations arose in the kind of being able to caress an alce soon. Many locals have told me that Alce is not so interested in Pats, but I know that Bullwinkle will be very happy to see me when we meet soon.

Bluezing

I continued swimming along the path for approximately 3 hours before arriving at the next refuge. I decided to celebrate with lunch, and the tortillas and PB came out. The weather was fine and could really enter, and I had reached my first significant opportunity in Blue Blaze.

The AT is marked by Blazes Blancos. Occasionally, there is an alternative route (generally significantly easier) that can be a forest or service road, or a one -day walk that approximately parallel to the trail of the Apalaches and allows the intrepid (perhaps lazy) to hiker to choose his own adventure.

The Blaze Blue allowed me to follow a one -day walk through an old hard wooden forest, instead of climbing Mt Stratton. Save some elevation gain and removed about 3 km away. I knew with the climate that would get zero reward regarding the views to climb the hill, so the choice was easy. That is right people, I am not a purist, just a guy who is happy to walk north to Maine.

I felt that I had made the right decision while walking through a really beautiful forest. There were many deer deer along the muddy path (a significant improvement of the river in which he had been walking in the AT), unfortunately I saw none.

A few kilometers in the blue fire, the gifts improved even more when swamp boards began to appear very frequently, allowing my wet feet a little respite.

Too soon, the blue blazes merged with the white fire of the AT, and I stayed with my final decision of the day.

The less busy shelter

While there was a right shelter where I was at the confluence of the two paths, I had read about a newly built shelter on Stratton Pond.

The rubbing was that it was an additional kilometer in each direction. Feeling myself for my Blaze Blue adventure, and driven by innate curiosity, I decided to go to the new refuge. It turns out that it was a great decision.

After crossing this fresh bridge, I reached two lobber dogs who decided to see who could add more saliva to my face first. And I can tell you that it was a closed race.

The owner tried in vain to avoid sharing fluids, should not be deterred. I let the lady know that she was fine, since I have always loved the dogs.

It was a fortuitous meeting, since a conversation began with the lady and her friend who were out for a night walk to celebrate a birthday. Even more surprising was to see another hiker, a gentleman named Nav, who had not seen from Upper Goode Pond.

I went and found a camp and put my very slightly wet tent, waiting for it to be semi dry at night.

The heavens cleared throughout the afternoon, and the great yellow orb even appeared late on the day, it seemed that it would never see himself after the last days.

While the dinner arrived, the four sat down, we talked and talked about everything related to hiking. And then the magic of the path began. I had just finished my knorr rice side with tuna, when one of the ladies said he could not end his two smooth and smooth meals from Pad Thai. His innocuously a matter of navigating and I am interested in eating the rest he found a joy difficult to hide. Once we had consumed that incredible gift, they gave us a sticky and dry mango rice. And then some m & m of caramel. And then a little black chocolate.

At this point I was about to explode. My humble dinner had become a party. After saying thank you very much, I left the shelter to my store and went to bed feeling very, very full.

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