In a funk on the long path

WHe lost the sugar this morning. We walked together for approximately one mile to the crossing that would take him to a parking lot to give him time to assess whether his ankle felt better. He decided that he could not advance in it, and walked towards the way to reach a hitch in the city.

Losing a friend on a path like this is always difficult. Obviously, this is much more difficult for him, but he had really been excited about the time we spent together, and it is an annoyance to look at all the remaining miles and know what probably will not be here for them.

Incomplete rock slabs

My first climb of the day led me to Baker Peak, that comments on the map had indicated that it can be incomplete in damp weather. After yesterday’s rain in the afternoon, all rocks and roots are slippery and slippery.

Fortunately, Baker Peak had nothing more than standard rock and slab you would find in the white mountains. Unfortunately, the persistent fog stole any opinion that could have been at the top.

While looking at the elevation profile, I realized that today it could be a great day to feed some miles. I hope to hook Routland, VT for dinner and one night in a bed tomorrow, so any mile that I can do on the path today means more time I will have in the city tomorrow.

Fog days, without views

As the day progresses, I pass through several places that would probably have wonderful views if it weren’t for the fog. Little Rock Pond, fortunately, was without fog and impressive with the turn leaves.

During the rest of the day, I try to turn off my brain and feed the remaining miles. I spend a handful of great things (the rock garden! The remains of Aldrichvill Mill Village!), But above all I think about how much my feet hurt and how sad I am for the sweet sugar and its ankle.

Several times I think of a joke, remind myself to tell Fudge about that at dinner and remember again that he will not be there.

Big Ass Climb

The final climb of the day kill my butt. It is qualified at 1,500 feet/mile, and I didn’t expect it to happen. My great mood to realize «I’m just 0.6 miles from the camp!» He quickly spoiled me because I had to spend almost 30 minutes up the last half mile.

All leaves means that I finish with leaf pancakes in my posts at the end of the day.

With all honesty, the climb is not so bad. Losing Fudge has taken some wind out of my candles, and I am less motivated to deal with anything hard that the path throws me.

The rain awaits until I am cozy and warm in the shelter before it begins to spill, and therefore, at least, I am grateful.

Tonight I share a shelter with an self -proclaimed snorer and listen to «Brown Noise: Rain Sounds on Tent». It sounds like such snoring.

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