I will tell you everything when I see you again

As Carter Notch has such a small dining room, I tried to make sure to be bright and early to keep my things. But let’s be honest … my «bright and early» is just the normal day of some people. So, while I got up and could barely rub the dream of my eyes, there were already many people in the dining room. Batteries

My body is beginning to feel the cost of pushing through whites so fast. But I’m just sorry in the descents. In the UPS and the floors, I still feel good, both with energy levels and with only muscles. But the casualties … My knees are starting to be beating, no matter how careful it is with my quads. And most importantly, I am receiving a lot of pain in the arm. Most likely to be how much I have been trusting my posts to prevent me from falling. And I know that I could probably do better in these rock fields without always forcing three points of contact … but I feel safer with them. I guess he sat at this point, it’s like a safety blanket, more than a requirement.

After aggressively stretching everything and packing my things, I sat next to the cabin while the rest of the croo prepared breakfast and summoned the guests for the breakfast service. I just passed it on the side chewing my instant oatmeal enriched with proteins, while breastfeeding some coffee cups. The only thing I need more than anything right now is a shower. I have been breaking everywhere, especially since a mosquito bit me just between my cheeks. To cite a refuge registration book, «once you bit a mosquito in the back, you realize that some problems may require violence.» Oh, well, there is a promise of one today, finally.

I started with my walk this morning around 8, after saying goodbye to Croo and Andrew last night. Honestly, there could probably have been 20 additional minutes and have received breakfast leftovers, but I didn’t feel like eating more. Instead, I started my trip … Above! The climb to Carter Dome to start the morning was not as technical as the Wildcats go up, only many very large steps. Before I realized, I was on top, having breakfast the second breakfast to keep my energy.

I really like the Wild River mountain range, even though the views are deficient compared to the rest of the whites in the AT. For those who once dream of completing the «feet of page NH48 4000», they have to fight with this as reality: most peaks have no views, and are not even demarcated by nothing more than a very small mojon. I saw from Carter Dome, through Mount Hight, to the other two carters without being able to see very far for most. Mt Hight really has excellent views normally … but I suppose today’s forest fire season. No more clouds, but the instance is all mist and nothing else. You could barely distinguish the scheme of the presidential ones! Oh ok.

I kept finding many series of hikers of a day, and not much more for the day. Some sobo, but nothing like the crowds of the other mountains, even on a Saturday, which was a good change in the rhythm. Especially for going for North Carter. While I am sure that it is not a terrible climb, falling through most rock problems or rock slabs, and after my incidents and all the sliding I have done on Webster, I no longer want to get with the descending slabs. I spent most of my time in my butt, slowly dragging my path through the mountain, throwing my posts in front of me. You can see in some of the photos how far the necks were of these little moments of descent!

To finish whites, there is a last «Victoria Tour» by Moriah. I call it that because, although in Farout, the elevation profile seems disturbing, it was not really bad at all. A long, relatively moderate slab. I really don’t care to climb slabs, I make sure to lean completely and start connecting the mountain. There were sometimes that I did not see someone running through the mountain, but fortunately collisions did not occur. Near the top, someone let me know that there was a pole trekking thief around. Uh oh! I guess I’m mentioning mine Moriah.

Moriah … was smoked. Maybe I spent a large total of three minutes appreciating it before going down with enthusiasm. I’ve finished! The white mountains have ended! I have been a little anxious for all the logistics that surrounds whites for a while. That does not mean that the pain is over … South Maine is also extremely difficult. But with southern Maine is also the promise of my last zero planned … Bethel, me. Maybe even a double zero …

The first half of the descent by Moriah was a great step of rock, which kicked my knees and quads in the rear, but the second half was a moderately graduated game, which was … simply pleasant. Finally I could start going at a fast pace again, crossing up to about 3 miles per hour. He doesn’t really do it, thanks to the fatigue of my body, but close enough.

I went through great crowds at the Rattle river shelter, and appreciated some magic of trails in the delivery zone of Route 2 of the USA, before going to Gorham, and I went to the shelter! The barn is the oldest hostel of New Hampshire, and has been directed by Paul for about 25 years. While there are some … questionable practices that you use (I saw them clean some leaves and February), it is a very appreciated resting place after whites. And as of September, it will be under a new management. Hopefully evolve it in an even better shelter!

Paul recorded me, and finally gave me a good long shower, cleaning my head, for my feet, for my head, for the feet, again and again. I also ran back to Peanut here, whom I did not expect to see again. However, I quickly learned why, I had hooked on Mount Washington Auto Road, to jump the rest of the presidential ones.

Once again, I know that this is probably elitist or purist, and should not be so critical. But for me, possibly jumping one of the best parts of the path on the presidential ones is only … criminal. At some point, hikers should wonder, what is the goal? Burning yellow and blue blue, although it is not exactly my favorite practice, it is not being cheated inherently outside the AT experience. There are some sections of this path that, to be honest, stink, or have no real value. But omit some of the most prominent aspects? That is definitely. Jump everything just to get to Katahdin? Why not only one day walk Katahdin? It is cheaper at some point. But also hey. That is my opinion. I am sure that his is different, and I could have the same thoughts as me, but in reverse. Why go through so much fight when you have worked so much? The trip is something different for each of us personally, I suppose. I wonder if part of my «purism» comes from an unsafe need to make sure that no one can call me a cheater, or people doubt me less.

I finally met the fission here! He has slowed down, and has begun to walk with a group of 7, including Father Tom, who met Allentown to Pa. His group went to a brewery, but instead I went to Zhang’s Asian buffet, in an effort to get fat. I need to get late to the city and eat later … honestly, I found a problem of being too tired to eat that be full, even after four dishes in the buffet! So I grabbed some ice cream and returned to the shelter, to talk to some of SOBO.

It is interesting to see where they are on the road compared to the nobles now. Nobleos was asleep around 8, while the sobos were still chatting aloud, talking about their jobs, calling out loud, etc. Having started with some of the most difficult parts of the path, they were all hikers without a doubt. It is fun to see his anxious energy about whites too, the same as he had on the other side. Its paths of trails just begin to enter into action as well. They asked me for some tips, but I didn’t have much to give them … They all seemed to have it resolved. Except part of the calm hours. At some point, a hiker asked them to shut up, and they did … a little. Oh ok. I crawled on the bed and probably didn’t sleep as soon as there should be … but I was very happy to sink into a real bed and fall asleep. I feel done. The white mountains in 7 days …

To be honest, I’m really very sad to leave whites. As rocky as my relationship has been with them, in general I had a lot of fun to return in what he feels like a homemade territory. The weather has been pleasant and fresh, and I love AMC cabins for having such a convenient access to real food On the way! So … say goodbye is difficult. Maybe I return someday to finish my 48, now I’m at 31. But who ever knows?

(Letter of the title of: See you again, Wiz Khalifa, Charlie Puth)