First mountain climb in a long time

Day 87-14 Miles today from Tom Lavardis Backyard Dalton to mark the Noepel shelter, 3,500 feet higher, 2,000 feet down, 1,590 on the mile score (mm)

City morning

I woke up at 5:00 as soon as the sun began to break the night sky. I was raining and I hoped stop raining in approximately an hour, so I decided to take my time preparing this morning.

Tom made some boiled eggs and sat them on the porch for hikers, so I stopped first there and ate a couple of eggs. I took my time wandering around the city at the AT.

I stopped at the service station and took a garbage bath in the bathroom of the important parts of my body. I’ve been sweating for several days and I haven’t had the opportunity to bathe, so it made me feel better.

I took a great dark coffee, I loaded it with cream and sugar, I obtained a banana and a bacon and cheese egg sandwich. Then I sat outside the service station enjoying my breakfast. Many people went and went and were very friendly asking me about my walk.

Lose the way

It seemed that it took time to walk around the city and finally return to the forest to the other side of the city. I have about 14 miles and 3,500 feet of elevation to the Mark Noble refuge today around 3/4 above Monte Graylock. I am sad not to have Knockerz with me.

With my mind wandering, I lost participation and ended up walking along the way. Instead of going back, I took a blue fire to the trail of the Apalaches. He was following the white flames again, but the path began to look less and less busy.

The path was obviously redirected because I could say that there had been no one trampling in this section of the AT in a long time. However, the white blazers were still very clear in the trees.

I hated to do it, but I knew I needed to turn around, so I turned around and backed away. Then I found where the path had been redirected. That began a long climb to North Mountain. This was just a teaser of the climb to climb, Mount Graylock.

Sweat soaked

This morning I put on my wet hiking shirt, socks, socks and shorts. It was not long before everything became a sweaty sweat outfit again. Insects are so bad that I have to use my benefit to keep insects out of my ears and black flies by bombarding my head. This only adds to heat and misery.

It is still much more great than it was only a few weeks ago and definitely more great than it is at home in the south. I suspect that temperatures are somewhere in the 80s. But it feels hot.

The difference is that you can feel a freshness in the breeze. A couple of weeks ago, when temperatures were triple digits, the breeze felt hot above the heat already oppressive. It was like being in front of the humid heater that blew hot air in an already hot atmosphere. Now, however, the breeze is a colder breeze. I can say that I am now in the north.

My first hiker

I met my first sobo, Ragland from North Carolina. He told me that he made the 100 mile desert in 6 days with fresh legs. We both enjoyed exchanging stories because we had not talked to anyone in a long time. He felt good to have a little conversation with another human being.

Then I met Whitesnake, a young man who had met a thousand miles ago. He and I walked together and on the cobblestones towards the city of Cheshire.

We blow through the city of Cheshire. It was nice to talk with someone and have someone who could continue with. It is definitely different when you are walking on your own. There is no one with whom to follow the rhythm in another way as its own rhythm. And, of course, conversations grow very fast inside their head.

A great climb

After Cheshire, I told Whitesnake that I couldn’t keep up with their young legs climbing Mount Graylock, so we separated. But it was only 12:00 and I had already flown more than 9 miles. There were only 4.4 miles to the Mark Noble refuge, but it was a long upload by Mount Graylock.

After climbing a steep section through a forest patch, I entered an open field. I love open fields.

The path continued a long climb through the Graylock mountain.

At 4:00 pm he had reached the shelter. I really wanted to walk more, but my only option was a private room in the hostel 3 miles ahead of $ 165 at night. So I went down to the shelter and took my wet tent and ground fabric and hung them to dry. I probably carried two additional water pounds in my tent this morning. Logistics for tomorrow stinks with the space of the camps and shelters that I really hope to leave Massachusetts and Vermont tomorrow. Massachusetts has been the end of two walks for Knockerz.

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