25 in shared stories in the house of Linda 0.00

Today I was ready to be another long -distance resistance thrust. I wrote this thinking about the 30 kilometers plus one day of people who inhabit the path for less than four months a year. As I move more than 20 kilometers per day, I see that many of these people are going from me and I wonder about their why and what drives them to do so much distance every day.

Of course, there are as many reasons to walk a long path as the kilometers that the trails cross. My reason for a longer day today is wrapped in mystery and amazement, or to say simpler, it only causes.

I woke up in my traditional time slot of the 5.30 am and I was on the way at 6.15 am The 45 minutes are consumed mainly 15 minutes of denial that I am awake, then 20 minutes of packing my earthly belongings in my backpack, and then 10 minutes I could not tell you if you put a gun in my head.

Once on the path, it was clear that Vermont was making a good climate. This was received with great joy, since it has been quite wet and then stupidly hot, so the return to comfortable hiking conditions was exciting.

The walk

The first 6 km of the day were downhill. It would be reasonable to assume that this is a fantastic way of starting a long day of hiking. I tend to find that the opposite is true. My preference is to start the day with the toughest, longest and longest up of the day. I think it’s because you are in your best first place in the morning, and your body is in a way as good as it will be throughout the day.

After the long descent, the climbs began, and my quadriceps pleased me to inform me that they were not really on board with the idea of gaining elevation. We had a long conversation in the first climb and I managed to find a common land about the importance of going up and down the path for the day.

The good news was that the path returned to his old ways to provide many water sources at timely intervals. I could suck a bit of H2O regularly, which was a return welcome to the form and added a lot of energy to my day.

I eventually reached Chestnut and then not expected as the day progressed. We ended up stumbling together for a few km and talked for one or two hours before no wait took a break.

While there were many shelters to choose today, my eye was written in a different destination to stop … Linda’s house in West Hartford. While I pushed the climbs and descents that the day had presented, I concentrated on reaching the property of one of the great angels of AT paths. Linda had been giving help and refuge to hikers for more than 50 years and seemed like a desire list on this northern excursion.

Chestnut and I stopped for lunch in this beautiful shelter, and we rested our legs tired for an hour or so before advancing in the last kms to our end of the day.

Linda’s

The last kilometer of the day was along a small road in the city while we were going to West Hartford. We saw the great gray barn of Linda (causing absolute confusion for hikers while looking for the old blue barn in Farout) and when we approached the house, pretty appeared and asked if we would have any interest in some pasta bakery and a cold soda.

I could not imagine being more interested in anything else on the planet at that time, and I accepted with thanks the offer.

We settled on the porch couch and we look forward to food and drink. I had now had a severe word with myself that, as a blog writer, I had to start concentrating on taking photos of all the incredible magic of trails that I was receiving to be able to share how extraordinarily generous have been the people of the United States for me.

And it is reasonably clear that I will need to talk to myself a little more. So, for now, I only imagine this dish covered with a delicious baked with cheese and wicked tuna paste. The dessert cake was also incredible.

We spent the afternoon chatting with Linda on the porch. The great volume of stories about the last 50 years of hikers who stayed in the backyard was enormously entertaining, and a couple of other hikers arrived to join the narration and food.

I mentioned that there were more meals? Brownies, cookies, restless eggs, more brownies, more cookies … and then the blow of grace … dry skittles.

You listened to me well people. Bowling. Dehydrated. Weighing anything. Full of skittles flavor. In your mouth. Just when you think there is nothing left to invent in the world, the dry and frozen skittles come.

After trying a good number of these creations, I declared that they were very good and essential for all hikers.

Too soon it was almost midnight from the hiker, so we said our gratitude and installed our tents in the huge backyard of Linda, and was out like a light at 8.30 pm

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