Go ahead on a road that is a borrowed design

I am still a little reviewed by hiking today, unfortunately. It is fun to go through some of my old newspapers, all recorded in audio, and listen to how I really felt. Because as much as my words in the newspaper can sound happy when I was dictating, listening to myself walking, I can listen to how I sounded, how I felt, without romantizing it.

In that note, there seems to be many curses at the entrance of my diary for this day. But at the same time, I don’t remember being physically so bad about a day. At least I could start introspectioning a little more today than I normally do. Peanut, Tode and I ended up in the camp and began to walk around 9. None of us had the best dream, since the boys in the shelter were all and chatting at 5. But they were also there when we got up and ready to walk.

Outside the door, at «normal» speed, I am still faster than most hikers in the UP. The strength of my legs is still there, even if the knees are not making so hot. Of course, that is why I find it a lot to go to the hills. Near the top of Mountain Spaulding, I decided to spend the peak, just like Tode, and we had a good time eating the blueberries. When Peanut happened to us, he told us that «let’s enjoy the rest of the day.» He is jumping to the crockers, deciding instead giving a path to the Maine shelter and being collected there. He is well above the road, and he is really showing how much he wants to be done. I guess it’s something that has stayed here for so long.

It is also great to see where the path had finished its continuous path.

As usual, today’s water is not so hot. Apart from a stream at the shelter at the beginning of the day, there was nothing until the steep descent towards the southern branch of the Carabassett River. So, I ran there as quickly as possible today. Sorry for the peaks. However, the views are much more pleasant today, without so much mist of Canadian forest fires.

I filled here, filling my cold soaking jar for lunch later. I have been trying to drink a little less LMNT until I feel In fact Tired, letting salty foods be electrolyte conductors. My greatest hobby on the path has recently been to comment on water sources in Farout … but I’m running out of ways of saying that there is no water. Sometimes slow song lyrics, sometimes I make silly references to things, sometimes I just leave comments of «No.» Either way, there is no water in the mountains where there should be.

As I mentioned before, today’s hiking was not the worst. The crockers were just another set of mountains, but not so steep. Only a long climb, in the long fall. For once, I labeled South Crocker Mountain, but with a relatively arranged path, my legs felt strong taking the mountains! And … partially my body. While I hate to have that smell of ammonia, not digest means that I am less dizzy while walking. It is such a delicate balance, not wanting to eat due to nausea, but needs to eat to fight the lack of energy.

I agreed to be caught in my head today, after Peanut and Tode left. I started thinking about what hobbies I want to collect after the path, and if there is something new I want to do. Do I like my old hobbies? How much have I changed? Is it bad if I have not done it? A whirlwind of thoughts, but nothing concrete.

Running to me Route 27, I felt great, but also ready for other nights in the city. The recovery of the last two zeros has only been brief interludes in an exhausting marathon. Fortunately, a long time for birthday. A long time.

However, I found something unfortunate on Route 27 … I returned to Sir-Stops-a-Lot … at the end of another feed! I was also happy, and sad to see me so late in the day. At this point, I keep the record of most of the time to see it without being fed at 3 … But that is the nature of the game!

At the beginning of the path, Mamarazzi of the Hostel de Maine Roadhouse picked me up. A long time through hikers I could remember that the road used to be directed by the Jen’s, however, they had to pack a store. Fortunately, Mamarazzi and his son Crgue (both Novo ’23) were able to collect the shelter and continue executing it this season. And thank God! While Maine’s shelter also It seemed to be great, I have heard a lot about Roadhouse, and is constantly qualified as one of the best shelters of the year. So I really wanted to experience it.

Mamazzi left me at Backstrap Bar and Grill while she was going to pick up more hikers, and although they were full, they sat me and ate in 30 minutes. I decided to waste some ribs and ate them quickly. Mamarazzi picked me up and two others who live on the day of the Monson section to Liberty Springs (approximately a section of 300 miles!), And left us back to the shelter.

I’ve been speechless about the water all this time, but it’s official … Maine is in a drought! Then, they asked me to drink a faster shower to save water. I … I did my best effort, but after the way, it always takes me more than 5 to get … every corner and crack that I want to wash. Especially the feet … They are important!

In the shelter, I was planning to do some blog work … but honestly, I’m still erased. Now I am sleepy, but we are at the end of the game. Eyes in the award, late start, eyes in the prize.

(Title lyrics by: A Long Fall, Masayoshi Soken)

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