Clair de Loon – The walk

Changing my alarm to my watch has been a game change. Now, I do not panic to immediately turn off the alarm. Rather, I can, relatively quietly, do my orientation before silencing the alarm. Which is good, since for today, I get up at 5:45. Given his distance from the path, and the fact that they also have lives, Ken and Jill like to serve breakfast early and get hikers before attending their own tasks in the morning.

They made breakfast pancakes, with Ken even creating one in the form of bamboo, before the other couple headed to Route 4 of Maine, and returned to Route 17 of Maine. Today is a relatively easy half -marathon distance, marked by another set of dry currents, dry streams and dry streams. That seems to be the pattern here in Maine. Everything dries everything. Except sweat everywhere. Moisture has been absolutely crazy.

Jill left me back to Earth’s height, and after taking his eyes once again, I return to the forest. Some current beds that I didn’t even have the means to remember commenting on the state of the flow. Fortunately, thanks to the filters, it was not in too much danger. The Maine of the AT section constantly goes through some beautiful ponds … although on my scale, I think they should be lakes! Both Moxie Pond and Long Pond were fabulous and super serene.

Little less than three miles of my day, I had to take my first break, on Saturday Day Pond Ley-to. Mainly to take care of the weight in my backpack … My lunch! Since I was out in the forest, I could actually get the food I enjoy. Today is a climacpia classic: hummus, guacamanada, pepperoni, cheese, apples and tortillas. In fact, I accidentally took the hummus of Father Tom, instead of mine … but mine was not yet open and ate half, so in general, probably a fair exchange.

While I was sitting at the shelter, I was able to enjoy my own personal concert of Loon. He simply reminded me of this ridiculous episode of Podcast that I heard the other day, where a guy made a song for a bird observation podcast … with just Loon songs.

Most of the rest of the day was spent in the same silence. There is not very different here to inform. The same pains and pains that lead to having a complete package are still present here. At least today it is a respite in increasing elevation … although it is a bit sad than the breath in landing, it is during the slack.

Near the end of Route 4 of Maine, I was surprised to find another refrigerator full of trail magic again! I guess with the two paths here are relatively close to Rangelley, someone comes out every few days and fills them, so I finished my day with another pleasant and pleasant soda. Jill was also surprised, but also happy to see that someone is taking care of hikers.

On the way back, Jill left me in IgA again to make a complete refueling. This time, I took a bit of my sweet time … hike food is still a fight.

Back in the shelter, I met my new neighbor, Snap Pea. She has some AT sections to work, but in particular, she also used to run a shelter in the CDT. It was fascinating to hear her talk about her experiences with Ken and Jill. I spent more time in the shelter cleaning and just taking my time with everything. Even recovery is taking an eternity now. Apart: Now that I am completely at home, I am beginning to investigate how hiking changes our bodies. It turns out that, even with the amount of exercise we are doing as hikers, there is no combination of poor general nutrition that all hikers have to face.

Tie-Dye, Veggiewrap, Nav and Birdsong entered the shelter after a little. They are hikers that I have met both in the barn and in amc Huts and things. They mentioned that they were very grateful to have been updating Farout, the application through Hiker, with state reports especially nearby water. You cannot deny it as an outdoor enjoyment at this time, the earth does not look so hot.

I convinced Snap Pea and Jill to make another career with Oquossoc Grocer, where we grabbed some chicken Bleu, before returning to the shelter. I spent a lot of time trying to opt for my backpack and … to start investigating how to get home. After seeing Wing-T finish his walk yesterday, he also put me in a verification of reality … Although there is no hurry to have everything ready to go home, it is still good to know what will happen next.

It was also nice to chat Logistics in the shelter with the other hikers. Gourmet magic was the last one in Rodar, in a very late ferry. It is good to be in a small bubble at this time, even if it is simply artificially decelerated. We are recovering some form of community.

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