- Hanover Food Coop, NH (1756.7) to Trescott Road (1706.6)
- 1148 feet rise, 748 feet decrease
Today is a Nero experiment. The historian’s back hurts and is still struggling to get enough food to run his engine. With our scheduled katahdin climb as soon, my engine is working overtime. We decided to make errands in the city and then the historian will leave me for a quick package to collect some of the disjointed parts that we have not walked in the gap between Hanover and Glencliff.
I lost this section in 1975 because the historian had limited time for a visit with me. Or could move towards the beginning of whites, or he would have to miss the presidential ones. I decided to jump in front of love. During the time we live in Hanover in the 1990s, the day we walk some of the missing parts, but not all. I am filling the pieces now.
Morning Garden Patrol
We had another peaceful morning with our friends enjoying their multigenerational family life. One thing we enjoy especially are morning garden inspections.
A few years ago we had a large high bed garden extended along a winding path of .15 miles. Every morning we had our coffee and our dog for a return through the garden. Since then, we have reduced and have a small garden, but we still enjoy the inspection of the coffee garden in the morning.
Our friends have a large plot of orchards and multiple berries, as well as gardens of flowers, fruit trees and nut trees. The inspection of the morning garden made us think of our past and future gardens, and appreciate the slow and exciting food production process.
City tasks
After breakfast, we made a list of our city tasks. We already have all our meals; They reached our resupply by mail. We needed to add some bars of protía, rasins, my ms, chia seeds and protien drink. We knew we could find the same things we wanted from Hanover Food Coop. We also needed more insect spray, available in nearby outfitters.
The trip to the city included going through several bridges, two of them covered bridges. Even after having lived in the area before, the novelty of the covered bridges never disappears.
The light from the inside of the bridge is as fun as seeing the bridge from the outside.
Coop Hanover
The COOP store on the Trail of the Apalaches is much smaller than it remembered. There is a large and modern version of supermarket, but I wanted nostalgia, so we went to the original store.
The food teams were incredible, as always. It was difficult not to buy too dramatically. We had some days of car so that our excessive selection of food did not punish our backs.
When we arrived at the payment, they asked if we were members. Low and here, we were still in the 1996 members.
A hiking fragment
The tasks of the city achieved, we ate our lunch acquired in the car in the Dartmouth fields, literally parked on the path of the Apalaches.
After drinking the last of my sparkling water, I pressed the laces of my shoes and took off. The historian would lead to the next crossing of trails and I would compete to know him, covering the 4 short miles as fast as he could.
This would fill one of the gaps and allow me to move forward to the next non -contiguous section tomorrow.
New land
I ran the best I could. However, the character of the path was very different from Virginia. When walking from a geographical region to the next, the changes are notable but more gradual. Jumping to 700 miles was a surprise.
My brain felt that I could advance, but the surface under my feet was not familiar and my steps were less safe. Looking around, vegetation and rocks reassured me. We love the mountains of the north, in New England and in Montana. I felt more at home than in a long time.
Little by little, my feet got used to the ground and made good progress.
Pantanosa area
Virginia has swampy areas full of water and rododendro. New England has ponds and swamps. Today, right in the middle of the rocky and wooded uphill path was a swampy section. Fortunately, most of the traffic was achieved by a swamp bridge. Although he listed to the left and the right when he passed it, he did not sink or slide like the swamp bridges of yesteryear.
In 1975, if present, the swamp bridges were half trunks with the cut side. They were slippery demons. They often sank immediately when you stepped on them. Occasionally, when you stepped on one end, the other end arose like a wobbly wobbly and down.
Especially hiking
Most of the walk was uphill. It was fine with that. Although the temperatures were hot, it was in the 80s with moderate humidity, so it was a welcome relief of the heat waves of consecutive Virginia.
The path showed little evidence of use and I only saw another hiker. I was surprised that, since it was a good path just outside the city.
Wow, I’m glad it was not me
While raising the summit of Velvet Rocks, a sobo who seemed a little harassed with zoom for me. I was surprised by something, since we were accustomed to the routine of «greeting and sharing trail names» with other hikers.
I called: «Hi! Are you one of the rare and elusive solaries?» The hiker, who by then passed me, looked at me and was as if I was registering my presence for the first time. He acknowledged that he was a sobo and said he was rushing to the city.
We share a laugh about the intensity of the driving of the city. I encouraged him to be close and told him how to find the chicken coop and where all the cold drinks were in the store. I appreciated.
We go ahead. Very soon I reached a long skateboard at the top of a 10 feet drop. I could just shake my head. The slide must have been the heart. Except for a tree, it would have slipped through the cliff. It is not surprising that it seems a bit confusing.
Fortunately, the tree was there to stop it. Under the tree it would have been a rough landing. The tree with the fire in the photo below is the opposite side of the same tree with the skate mark.
We are all guilty of running to the city sometimes, but prudence is always in order. I will not judge, maybe his shoes were worn and had new shoes waiting for him in the city.
Velvet rocks
I finally got to the Velvet rocks. It’s crazy that I never walked here when I lived here. They are a short distance from the city and very beautiful!
Know my path of path
After passing the rocks, I was a short distance where the historian was waiting for me.
Just at the crossroads, someone had carefully left a small refrigerator of frozen water bottles for hikers. I looked at the refrigerator but I didn’t take any since I finished the day and I had my own path of path waiting for me.
I found him sitting in a small parking lot watching my reappearance. It had been strange to walk without him, but he had also been fine.
I knew I was supporting my car walk as much as if I were on the way by my side. He was grateful that he had time to rest and keep a little weight.
Tomorrow we will return to the road together to complete the walk to Glencliff. It has been good to have free time, zeros and neros, but I miss the path. I hope to return and the rhythms of being on the road and sleeping where you end every day.
