42 minutes reflecting on ponds 0.00

You would think after the debauchery of the gluttony of food yesterday that I would wake up without feeling so hungry. And yet

I enjoyed chicken and ice cream bars with brown. If you have not had chicken with cold ice cream with breakfast for breakfast before, I can recommend that you do it, put a real PEP in your passage in the early hours of the morning.

With little more to do for one or two hours after breakfast, I wrote more blogs and relaxed in the mattress.

At 9 in the morning, the owner of the camp took us back to the beginning of the path. On the way, he asked if we were purists of the path, wanting to touch each white fire. We assured him that nothing could be further from the truth, so we dropped about 2 km further from the path than where we had lowered the day before, saving a dirt road. I am a great admirer of not walking by road on any path that I find, and I was very happy with this result. The owner said he once made a hiker open the car door while driving along the dirt road and dragged his foot to satisfy his Puritan desires.

White post -post conditions

I was very curious to see if there was a resumption of normal programming now that the white mountains were in the rearview mirror. There is still a lot of fear on the path that says that leaving whites means nothing, since the rest of New Hampshire and in southern Maine is another brutal battle with the path and nature. So I thought about taking some photos for you, my dear reader, you can see how difficult it becomes after leaving the park.

Brutal. What other way could you describe this path?

Please, someone helps, the fight is real.

I want to say that this is exactly like whites.

I stopped taking photos of the path after a while while moving too fast on the smooth and butter surfaces presented to me. Needless to say, the path has become beautiful once again as we advance through the green tunnel.

This does not mean that the day was without his challenges. There were still steep stones by small hills. I think that many of the difficulties described by others are partly reduced to how well conditioned the elevation gain. I have been lucky enough to spend my life wandering around the hills and, as a result, enjoy the fact that the AT has so much gain and loss every day. It makes a much more interesting trip than other paths that are largely flat.

What makes the AT miserable in some section, such as whites, is a complete lack of creation and maintenance of trails. The difficulties of the terrain will always exceed topographic discomforts.

Ponds

It turns out that the large bodies of water will become much more common as it advances towards Maine. The locals like to call these ponds of these lakes. I have no doubt that there is an excellent reason for this shattering of the English language. I think I will refer to the lakes as lakes only by global consistency. I only know that they will be marked on their map as ponds.

Regardless of their nomenclature, these large extensions of water house Beavers and Moose. After my excellent success with the bears at the beginning of this adventure, I am particularly interested in detecting, kicking and mounting both animals. The locals continue to suggest that elce in particular may not appreciate my advances. I guess we will have to see how it goes, all the videos I have seen of Moose makes me think that it will be quite partial to be mounted.

Meanwhile, I am doing with some smaller animals like this league. It has rarely spent a day since he hit Vermont without seeing these beautiful snakes.

The squirrels and squirrels have also been present since I started this walk. They are often the only thing you hear in the forest when the alarm sounds once they hear you cross their territory. I blame these rodents for my lack of elk sightings to be honest. If they could keep their traps closed, I have no doubt that I would have already mounted enough ungulates.

After a couple of decent climbs, I stopped for lunch. Without one -day hikers or hikers to feed myself, I got into my tortillas with cheese and pepperoni, covered with a handful of nuts.

Around 3pm I arrived at the shelter that planned camping at night. I configured my store and hammock, and started swinging the afternoon. After a couple of hours of reading and duration of the books, I decided to cook a dinner. I made snapshots loaded with a salmon package. Interestingly, the potato package suggested that there were eight portions, a family size. Au Enterire, since he only fed one of hunger through a hiker today.

The forecast of the night suggested heavy rains and thunderstorms. This made me have doubts about the store, so I packed and settled in the empty shelter.

At 830 pm, some suns had appeared to join Chestnut and I in the shelter. They chatted about the rigors of their last days. I really want to see how rigorous it is. Maine is in the menu for tomorrow, and I’m hungry.

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