I can go to distance

I just want to sleep for a little butter. Preferably in a little air conditioning. And with a shower. Internet. Maybe infinite access to hot chocolate. Maybe if the path was a little easier, I wouldn’t have these feelings. Maybe they would be worse. Who knows? Although I am grateful to have come so far on this trip, I also think it is healthier, in the future, just make sections of trails. Nothing so long again.

It does not mean that my store is not comfortable either. Sometimes it is too comfortable. I took my sweet weather out of bed, with my eyes glued to my electronic book. Even in the forest, it is difficult to get out of reading when I am really deeply. Not that I have read that Many books during my time on the way. Still, I have enough here …

While doing coffee, a nice sobo called Huck passed. He had broken the camp of the Sydney Tappan camp before, after having received some bad vibrations from other campists, and stopped for breakfast with me. I mentioned it many times, but it is strange to think about how he is so far on his trip as I was when I crawled towards Stanimal around the curve. The journey of his life … We both drink water from the nearby Gulf Brook, exchanged social networks and then came out in our own way.

On the way to the Asta camp, I also met Bilbo, another sobo who said he likes my publications! So scream Bilbo, if you are here.

I quickly passed the Gulf mountain climb, and then crossed the West Peak. During this, I met Tie-Dye, Veggiewrap, Birdsong and Nav, as well as Saxon for the last time, since they reappeared to Shaw’s. I don’t think it’s about money, but I wonder who does more; Shaw’s or mountain crossings. Both are placed relatively early on the path, when people need team help. Mountain crosses probably receive more visitors, but Shaw’s offers many more services, such as lazy food drops and landscapes. However, it is probably a lot about the love of the game.

Here, I also met Herman, an infamous man who wanders along the way, asking people for food. Infamia comes more from him taking other hikers who wear hanging food or support boats. Trip (the Ridgerunner) told us that he would not hold him against us for sleeping with our food in the 100, since there were many Reports from Herman. His circumstances are unfortunate, and has clearly found a home among kindness throughout AT. But stealing? That is a step too far.

In West Peak, I obtained my first cell cell reception, so I quickly sent a message to Shaw’s and organized my food fall. Something that surprised me is that, when I am much more disciplined about the use of the phone, the battery of my phone lasts forever, I have not even used a quarter of my battery bank yet! It should not be a surprise … but during the middle of the path (in the middle of the Atlantic to basically Shaw), I began to be caught by the dopamine machine much more. I think Quadzilla has a great publication about this, where the path becomes mentally harder, although we consider a great disconnection, sometimes he can attract him to want his phone much more. It’s not great … but I’m grateful to be much more disciplined about it now.

The next summit, White Cap Mountain, was very special. They joined the hikers from the Holy Roller and Robin section while crying the hill … and finally I saw the final goal. I let an involuntary «shit» escape. Never before had he looked at photos of Katahdin, and I have not had opinions before thanks to the forest fire mist. So when I saw Mama K in the distance? She is majestic. I can see why Boxter’s percival was so obsessed with him. I love the white mountains, I can name them all. But Katahdin is extra special. I can’t even start describing his majesty, or how I felt.

The white liber lid finally meant the flat stretch of the 100. The extra cold and extra water of Logan Brook was delicious (apart from the free LMNT garbage wrap I collected. BOO). Although it was flat, the rest of the day I was still very technical thanks to the rocks and roots, which did not allow me to do the same type of career I did in the Shenondoah. I miss the good soft land on my feet.

Little Boardman «Mountain» was a small hill, followed by Crawford Pond’s pleasant … warm … pond water. (EW). I saw some people camping on the banks, which is not necessarily allowed … I am tired that people violate outdoor regulations. They are there to preserve the outdoors and make sure not to bother ecosystems more than we are already, not just to be a pain in our butt. \

The last miles to Cooper Brook bowed and were long and slow. I shared the Tentos in Cooper Brook with some flip-floppers while dinner. What a good place and swimming hole. And fishing hole! It is very nice to be close to the water.

(Title lyrics by: go the distance, Roger Bart)

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