Bop to the top – the walk

Nothing is drying in the AT today. Maybe I could better choose my camps, but I think it’s just a reality that I will have to face here in Wet Vermud. At least I am relatively dry. And the heat is less bad here.

I never really feel recovered in this test. While I woke up, I also noticed something. My clothes have begun to smell like vinegar. That could be because I washed my clothes, but they could also be the signs that my body begins to eat in an attempt to stay fed. Which, to say the least, it is quite worrying now that I am rounding the section of house on the walk. Motea protein, more calories, more everything, of course, but my body can only digest long before I feel physical, actively, sick with each step. I think at some point, humans were not going to walk so far …

Ah whatever. Leaving Greenwall’s shelter, there were great casualties and ups and downs in the Minerva Fanchey refuge, followed by another in Clarendon Gorge. At this point, I really do not think about hiking at all. I know that I should probably spend as much time as I can absorb mentally hiking … but it is only the means in which I pass through my days now.

Clarendon Gorge is home to a suspension bridge that was actually closed at the beginning of the year due to some structural damage. However … I suppose the path of the path here is in their game A, since it has already been repaired for hikers. Which is excellent, since the river that the bridge is presented is legitimately super dangerous to lower Ford. Very happy for this.

Today he warmed up for Vermont! So, although I still went to a good clip, I was taking frequent breaks for my heart. The loss in Clarendon and the UP just after were some of the toughest hiking I have done in a long time. While I love my pine needles, they are slippery, and the entire forest floor was covered with needles. Then climbing, I had as high as a 35%degree of inclination! What the hell Vermont!

The next culminating point of today was The Stone’s Throw Farmstead, which for me was an oasis in the heat. They had a fresh mother, delicious kombucha, a bathroom and some other snacks. I spent time resting on a sofa, taking a micro nap while enjoying my bread and my kombucha. And although he had some miles of anxiety, he needed the rest for what he came later.

Killington. The Beast of the East. I am not an avid skier. I only learned to go out in New England, and we have grumpy mountains. But Killington is known for being special. It’s a hard mountain! And today, my mission was to end my day climbing. But honestly? It wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was not bad at all. Nothing like the harsh grades, or the white ones that come. Only one foot in front of the other to the upper part. During the climb, I went through two significant milestones, 500 miles until the end and mile 1700! Suddenly he feels real … I’m in the «domestic stretch.» At this point, the path sometimes feels completely monotonous, and yet … I’m never sure if I want it to end or not. I think and I realize that there are many parts of the path that I have connected without thinking recently, thanks both to hate to humidity and to … be too accustomed to walking now. I don’t know, being so close to the end comes with a lot of complicated thoughts. Thoughts I don’t know if I can process.

The real disappointment reaches the shelter here. Cooper Lodge is a completely closed cabin that is intended for hikers, but has fallen completely in poor condition. While there are some tent platforms … It is not the easiest to establish a trekking post tent in them. Gah is going to be a night to roll the marbles in my head on what to do.

The last 0.2 to the summit, which is a blue fire, were, with much, the most difficult part of the walk. There was a real rock fighting here. I am very happy to have done it without my package, and with just one post. But the views? They made me cry. I can see how someone would be inspired to walk all those mountains from this view. It was impressive.

I went down the back of the mountain to look at the part of the ski resort … where I was quite baffled. There was a wedding here, so while there were people dressed at 9, I was walking with a stick looking and smelling of homeless people. Unfortunately, it was a bit misty, so I couldn’t see the whites from here again. Oh, well, I’ll see them soon … I helped some people return to the summit and went down at night.

He took some setbacks and campaign requests, but before realizing, I had configured my duston on the platform. It is not surprising, but I am sure that at least it will remain in a breeze. With a little luck. He ate and talked to the Crest Corridor before … lying here. Seeing the stars. I can see some friends tomorrow! I am more than excited not to walk a little.

(Title lyrics by: Bop to the Top, High School Musical)

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