41 crazy minutes at Walmart $ 37.21

Today’s strategy is very simple. Take a zero (some can call it a nearby, since I have some kms to walk towards the city), rest after the whites and prepare for the terrors of southern Maine. For those who are not familiar with my sarcasm level, I would like all of you to know that in my mind I was in the maximum sarcasm when writing the word terrors.

I woke up in my now mandatory 5.30 AM had slept very well, the 10 -year -old girls had calmed down at 9 pm, and the forest was almost silent throughout the night. I allowed myself the rare gift of not moving for an hour or so, reading my book and contemplating how much food could consume today knowing that a Walmart was at stake.

He may think that he could not be so hungry after the last days of multiple WFS, the kindness of other hikers when sharing his food and the large volume of pancakes that I have eaten. You would be wrong. So bad. I wake up every day thinking about how a whole horse would be like and throw it with liters of milk and ice cream.

It was with this hunger that my team finally packed and headed to the flat path next to River River. In less than an hour I was on the road and was ready to be carried by some type of Samaritan who responded to my extended right thumb.

It turns out that 7 am on a Saturday morning is not the optimal point for the medium age hitch. I stopped sad next to the road while the cars were taken without thinking for the homeless man disheveled with a package on the back.

After half an hour of this disappointing turn of the events, I gave the camp, headed to a call. They were more than happy to come looking for me, since I was just a few kilometers from the road. I immediately removed my thumb from the eyes line of the cars that passed and waited for my truck.

I was on the way just a few minutes later and I happily arrived at the Birches White camp. They have a hiker literas room that has everything I want. A bed, a shower, a washing machine, a microwave and a wifi. Chestnut had already settled in one of the bunk beds, since I had more luck hooking at 6 am, I did it at 7 am.

The owners were running to Walmart at lunchtime and offered us a walk. This adapted perfectly to our hunger and we accepted. The next two hours were doing zero -day things such as washing dirty clothes, washing dirty bodies and exploiting to ensure that the whole team was working.

Walmart delays

When the 12 PM approached the emotion of going to Walmart they became overwhelming. Knowing that the store was full of calories that only asked to be consumed caused the waves in advance to overlook me.

Unfortunately, someone rudely decided to have a car accident near (no one wounded) and the owner was a volunteer firefighter and had to attend the scene. It was at this point that I will tear. I had a lot of food in my backpack (enthusiastic readers will know that I have been taking this meal for more than a week) but they wanted to keep it for the next few days that are coming. Zero days are destined to be about foods that can be extracted from the city, not supplies for hiking days.

Fortunately, the accident was already lower the 1 PM we were taken in our Jeep car 15 km along the road to the pearly doors of Gorham Walmart. It is very difficult to describe the feelings that occur when half hungry through a hiker reaches a great supermarket. Rationally you know that you are only buying food in the afternoon. Unfortunately, that rationality is destroyed by hunger receptors who have taken over their entire brain.

I walked through every hall looking for the richest food in calories I could find. The now mandatory roast chicken and 2l of chocolate milk were placed reverently in the car as a priority. Then the chaos occurred. I really believed that it could eat most of the content of the frozen section of the store, and soon the cart began to fasten under the great weight of the products placed on it.

At one point I went to Chestnut, who was also behaving like a rabid mapache and even he suggested that he could be overestimating the ability of my stomach after looking at my cart. The cookie monster had done well and the sanity had left the building.

I want to say that the cashier was surprised by my rich caloric purchases, but seemed bewildered by my tour. I anxiously returned to our trip, impatient to see how much food I could force myself at the same time.

Lunch

Upon returning to the litera room, the food was downloaded in the refrigerator and freezer. Then I had to fight the impulse of destroying the chicken with bare hands. Chestnut took the size tasks while I prepared the table with all the ornaments for a hiker lunch party.

The photo represents only a small portion of the silly amount of food with which we return from Walmart. However, this was a solid beginning. We consume a bread bar, an entire chicken, 4L of chocolate milk, a guacamole tub, a block of cheese and some fries for a crunchy textural improvement.

The truth is that, after the broken manic of the food in my hole in my mouth concluded, I felt quite full. I guess the food was around the 3,000 -calorie brand with a more satisfactory protein plant of 100 g. I had to stay very still for a few hours after lunch a bit like a reticulated python after eating a gazelle.

At the end of the afternoon I decided to try my stomach with a banana. I thought this would help the unquestionable digestion problems that I would probably face in the next few hours. The banana fell well, although he still could not shake the feeling of having exaggerated him a little at lunch.

Dinner

At 7pm, much later than a trail dinner, I decided it was time for more calories. In the microwave the frozen egg rolls, the burrito and meat cakes entered.

It saddens me to say that I could not eat the eight eggs of eggs. My body sent some quite overwhelming messages saying that the party had to stop or there would be problems. I am sure I added another 2,000 calories to the account of the days.

Dessert

At 9 pm, I felt that there could be the smallest space left for dessert. The freezer ice cream bars came out. I fixed three before the white flag had to be waved.

In general, I would say that zero was a success. I could barely move without fear of vomiting valuable calories, I was clean for the first time since Hannover came out, and had a sleeping mattress, which felt like a great novelty at this point on the trip.

At 10 pm, I moved lazy, five meters from the sofa to the bed in my liter. I stayed with the happiest dream dreaming of hitting some paths properly maintained in the morning.

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