The night before the day it was
Unusually, today’s blog begins with some significant night crossings. I had set my store on a stealth place next to a large fallen record. This record was wonderfully useful before retiring for the day, since it became a multipurpose article, providing a seat, a kitchen space and an act of gym equipment for end -day stretching.
This same record, so useful before bedtime, made a true Jekyll and Hyde routine once the sun had put itself. While I fell asleep, I heard thunder in the distance and the occasional flash of rays. While my tent disintegrates slowly, I had proven stagnant, so I was happy to fall asleep in the knowledge that I would keep dry if the storm hit.
Well, the record next to my store had other ideas. I woke up when my dreams had begun to assume some strange ideas of floating in the ocean in a raft. Upon waking, the first thing I noticed was the intensity of the torrential rain accompanied by powerful thunder and rays that lit the entire sky.
The second thing I noticed was the fact that I was in a water bed. My air mattress was literally afloat inside my store. As the full conscience occurred, I realized why I was in this situation. The fallen record, once friendly, prevented the heavy rain from disperse and had effectively created a pit in which it was now camped.
This was not ideal. On the one hand, I was super impressed by my now decade, hundreds and hundreds of nights in the wild tent. The DCF bathtub was 100% stagnant and was still dry inside my floating tent. On the other hand, the water was dangerously close to being high enough outside the store to break my bathtub and soak well and well.
As I was in a stealthy place, it was not a simple matter of collecting my store and moving it to a better place. There was no other place. At all. Fortunately, Chestnut was camped in the only other flat place a few meters away. I ran into my tent and went and went out to Chestnut. It is true that he was quite surprised to be awakened in the middle of the night and took a few moments before his conscience could understand my indelstic situation. I asked politely while standing in the torrential rain if maybe I could come and bunk with Chestnut for the rest of the night. I had incredibly fortunate luck that Chestnut had a tent of two people. If I had not done it, I would have had no choice but to pack completely in the storm and start walking along the path looking for another stealthy place in the dark field.
Chestnut had the kindness of allowing me to join him for a pijamada. So I returned to my store, I grabbed my mattress, comforted and pillow sleeping and returned to the Chestnut store. In addition to being completely soaked, I was quite happy with the result of the situation I had created for me when choosing such a poor camp.
The morning has broken
At dawn I woke up. Even with the broken dream I felt quite well. I left Chestnut to his store after thanking him for the rescue last night, and returned to the crime scene. My store had become a small pool, easily remedied when picking it up and flying it. I left my backpack in the store, fortunately Nyloflume’s lining had maintained the dry content. In general, a rather decent result.
After packing and putting my wet package with a uniform damping tent stuffed in an outer pocket, it was time to reach the road. My lower left leg was quite sore, I thought I would probably tense a muscle the day before or had a little tendonitis due to excessive use. He would have to monitor him during the day and see how he worked.
The weather was still quite ordinary while we walked in the morning, with low clouds and strong winds whistling through the trees while we climbed more on hills.
As the morning decreased and lunch approached, the weather turned once more. The aullant wind of the last 12 hours fell to a friendly Zephyr sky and Blue appeared when the last of the cloud dissipated.
Maine has been spectacularly beautiful so far. It was a real joy to look around while descending slowly towards the next intersection of the road with beautiful views in all directions.
The land of milk and honey
The Farout application and its many taxpayers seemed to agree, once you cross Route 17, the path becomes much easier. The horrors (both sarcasm) in southern Maine are finished and the path begins to offer the most modern American comforts as travelers and flying foxes.
So it was with great joy that Chestnut and I got to this point on the trip. We move away slightly from the road to enjoy the views from a popular participation on the road.
After enjoying a short break, we headed towards our next refuge.
Leg disappointing me
Unfortunately, my leg had done the opposite of improving as the day progressed. The last kilometer in the camp took me more than an hour. I was essentially having great difficulties in folding my ankle. For those who read who have walked before, it is most likely to understand that an ankle that will not bend or flex causes some challenges when wanting to cross.
I got in the camp and put my store and pack while contemplating my options regarding my injury. It was about 15 km the next day to get to the next refuge. Just before the shelter there was a road crossing to our next replenishment planned in Rangelley. I thought I would be able to do it at least on the way and evaluate from there.
I got into my hammock and lifted my leg as much as possible. I fell asleep for a nap in the afternoon. When I woke up, I put myself in the shelter, I packed my tent now dry in my package now dry, I cooked a delicious Ramen Pad Thai and then fell asleep.
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