35 Magic items of trails in an excrement box 0.00

When I woke up on the floor of the dining room of the cabin around 5.30 in the morning, I felt fantastic. I had eaten approximately half turkey the night before, and I have fallen enough lentil soup to drown a large alce.

A fast and easy package was ready to get to the road before 6 am but wait. Croo made us even more genius and fed us with oatmeal for breakfast. I didn’t even have to promulgate any secondary operation or mission to achieve this delicious bondad bowl.

With a huge bowl of oatmeal in my belly, now it was time to reach the road. Supposedly, the easiest and best maintained part of the non -existing white trails system is advanced. So, of course, I came up with a plan to avoid this very necessary infrastructure.

I had devised a much more interesting Blaze Blue Plan the night before, which allowed me to walk directly to the AMC Highland center. The benefit of this plan was not required problems to reach the center, and could recharge my devices before continuing with the next camp.

The Blaze Blue was a really beautiful path through beautiful forests and beyond some lakes, and included a hill that was not bad to climb or descend.

Magic of the highlands

As the enthusiastic readers will remember, one of my hiking super powers is to read Farout comments for all the icons that I will spend on my day walk. This methodology will often bear fruit, and in the case of the AMC Highland center, I made it rain.

We arrive at the lobby of the Cum Hotel Visitor Center and take the position in the corner of the common room, waiting for our hike stench to contain itself. We connect devices to load and take a break after the pleasant morning walk.

I caught the hiker box that a comment about Farout had mentioned a couple of years before. After doing as Sherlock Holmes in all common areas, I was perplexed and upset in my inability to smell the box.

I asked at the reception, and the desktop girl immediately smiled and said: Let me grab him for you. The box was stored behind the reception, which surprised me as strange as the idea of the boxes is that people leave what they do not need and grab what they do.

When the receptionist went to pick up the box, I worried that he was about to break the spine. A Herculean effort was required to launch the ground box and place it on the desk. I smiled, knowing that I would end up arriving at the Magic Motherlode path, and courtly asked if it would be good to take the box to the common room to see if there was any use.

The receptionist acquired and said that no one had looked in the box for weeks and had no idea what was inside.

Opening the box was a bit like what I imagine would open the toy of the Millennium Falcon as a seven -year -old Star Wars fan. Presented before I was a serious magic of paths. A kind angel had clearly come and packed the box full of supplies for the hiker.

I took the photo after distributing a lot of magic to Chestnut and myself. And there was still a lot. We attended in Skittles, and M&M, Trail Mix and Gatorade, and we replenish with ramen and sides of Knorr.

The hiker who had talked until night before leaving the path and then appeared in the center, and said that he had decided to pull the pin. He had two more reserved nights in the HUT system, and wondered if I would like to use the accommodation, since he could not obtain a refund.

My answer was, of course, yes, I was very grateful, what incredibly generous gesture. He also wanted to download his food in Chestnut and I while heading home that afternoon and trusted that he would not be eating anything from her.

Pack the weight of a problem

When all your Christmas arrives at the same time, it can be complicated. Chestnut and I had not been eating our own refueling due to the operation of oatmeal and WFS, we had just filled our pumpkins full of trail magic, and add something to our packages, and now we were receiving more food. We were also hungry. So we load even more food, and throw our complete to the burst packages on our shoulders, ready for our walk in the afternoon, another blue fire to our camp.

Our peso of the pack was remarkable when we climb another camping hill. Fortunately, Blaze Blue was a real path like this morning, so it seems that it can be a conscious effort of the whites not to maintain the AT as it created more accessible paths in other parts of the park. Sad.

Wfs again?

We arrived at the camp in the afternoon, and we were received by the bubble Sofia, the caregiver of this AMC location. The camp was located right next to another of the cabins, and it was shortly after 4 pm the possibility of another WFS was there. Chestnut and I was not sure of the label of two wfs in a row. We decided to wander and see if it was available, and if more through hikers appeared, we could always give it to the camp and place our stores.

We entered the cabin and told us that we could do the WFS. We took a bank near the reception and we wait to see if any other hiker appeared to search WFS that night. We sat and talked with some cabin guests and through hikers who had reserved to stay as a guest, and then I saw it. Another hiker box. Here in the cabin. Where day and night hikers pass. All the time. And it was a festive weekend.

The box had a trail mixing bag inside that was easily weighed on a kilogram. Chestnut and I, along with the people with whom we were chatting, dig and enjoyed our fourth dose of magic for the day. Magnet doing what Magnet does.

The time of the dinner for the guests arrived and no other hiker had come in search of WFS, so Castaint and I became scarce to allow the guests to enjoy dinner, and we returned to the camp to talk with Sofia and a couple of children who had fallen in love with the two old walkers, while we had been telling them such Thales Thales Thales. I think his parents were both horrified and happy that we were causing such entertainment.

Dinner?

At 7pm we returned to the cabin and presented us with an absolute party.

We even have dessert! One would think that after the day of eating that we had enjoyed that eating this disgusting amount of pasta and corn would be beyond us. You would be very wrong if you thought that.

Very, very bad. We ate … well, we ate until there was no more food. I will not lie. Towards the end it became complicated. It was very close to being full. Near. But not quite.

My task for the night was to crush cardboard boxes. I used to do this homework when I worked in McDonald’s in the 1980s. It was with great nostalgia that I criticized these boxes for about twenty minutes until there was a large flat cardboard battery.

Croo Raids

We talked with the Croo after the tasks were completed, and discovered a secret world that has been happening in the huts for years. Croo Raiding. Each of the eight cabins scattered throughout the white mountains has a relic of the past. Choza crops set up night attacks together trying to steal the relics of others, with the aim of maintaining the eight artifacts at the same time during the season.

This croo had raided the lake of the clouds successfully hut two nights before and had taken an ancient plane propeller at 3 in the morning and back to his cabin. Craziness.

They asked us to come and wake up the croo if someone came to the raid that night, and after being fed so well, we were happy to give the alarm.

All the guests at the cabin became early, and at 8.30 pm we could configure our mattresses and we also headed to sleep. What an incredible magic day had been.

I remember thinking how unusual it should be to spend a day in whites as hikers and increase the weight of their package through a combination of finding magic of trails, not eating any of their own replenishment all day and going to bed completely full of food.