Just listen to those sled bells …

Cheerful Christmas in July!

I slept decently in this cabin for once, to the point where when the alarm was shot, there were people about me who already started in their morning coffee, looking curiously at the homeless man sleeping on the floor (I). UPS. Even so, he got up quite fast and prepared to start. I was shooting the marbles in my head all last night … Do I enter Pinkham and then try to knock out the Wild River mountain range at once, or go to an unusual work for the stay at the Carter Notch cabin?

I guess in a way, meteorologists responded for me. After debating overnight whether or not we would have thunderstorms or simply clouds, they decided … «Maybe thunderstorms? But above all clouds.» Ok, that’s something I can deal with. So I called Paul from the barn to let him know that I would see him tomorrow, and then he left Madison while the croo was doing this hilarious sketch about obeying the principles of not leaving a trace … from the perspective of a French peasant.

My first business order today? Download a complete Christmas music playlist. All this happened on July 25, and although it has absolutely nothing in the rest of this blog post, imagine that I am listening to Christmas music all this time.

Going up to Madison, he had clear skies, but strong winds. Almost every step he felt as if he were fighting a titan who tried to get me out of the crest. When I arrived at the summit, I kept a little remote to get some wind shock absorber, hitting only the bare rock. Then I started my … extremely … extremely Slow descent by Madison. Back in Stanimals around the curve, Dob, the hostel manager, he told me that he had a friend trapped in the rock field going down to Madison and broke his leg … And I can see how! A wrong step, a slip and the wrong angle, and you can say goodbye to your walk. So I made sure to be careful with each step. Looking back in statistics, it took me about two hours to make my first two miles below Teline. Madison itself has seven (not even exaggerating) false summits, so I thought I thought I would be uploading the last false safety summits, I would see another.

However, «security» in the tree line does not mean exactly ideal conditions … In fact, it meant worse for me. The thunderstorms occur in whites when there is a tropical/humid/warm front from below, and a cold front above … and I only reach New Hampshire in some of its hottest and most humid. While giving towards Osgood Tentsite, I could feel that my energy decreases as the family signs of fatigue get again. I know it would be worse, but I would like everything to be explained with a simple «It is Lyme’s disease!» or something.

Here, I had to make a decision. The ATC officially recommends a redessex, since the Madison Gulf bridge, which crosses a river is out of service for a while. However, they said that if you can wade the river, you can do it. And … most importantly, according to Farout, it is not even a Ford, just a quick rock jump. That turned out to be correct. Thanks to the lack of heavy rains in the last month (I wonder why …), there were tons of exposed rocks that anyone could easily jump. So … I quickly went and tried to be the Visitor Center of Pinkham Notch.

On the way, I met Kristian Morgan again, who reminded me! He is doing some final training races now before his attempt begins in a week, but it was still great to remember the name of a random person along the way. I guess I’m memorable.

The Pinkham and Joe Dodge Lodge Notch Visitors Center are normally the entrance door to the presidential ones for most of the journey/skiers. For me, it is also remarkable as the place where John Kelly had to finish his attempted FKT. Once you cross the Montesses cats, I will have officially passed where it did. Unreal.

I took some time to load my things in the Hiker Lodge, since I was not very careful to preserve the battery life in the last four days, before addressing a little food and light. I really didn’t need anything, but I took some snacks to replenish everything I have eaten in recent days. Thanks to the huts and their breakfast leftovers, I still had a lot. I also grabbed a sandwich and a soda, and I sat aside looking at the distance while eating. I was tempted to take a shower here! But … as we will see soon, I knew it would not be necessary.

I spoke a bit with some of Pinkham staff, and they let me know that there were winds of up to 70 miles per hour previously reported for the presidential range! So … that is probably what I hit before. That was certainly something!

At 1, I leave Pinkham, surely he could cover the five miles to Carter Notch Hut for 4 if he really pushed him. After all, it can’t be so difficult, right? And for the first mile, it was nothing more than Cruisy.

Everything changed in the Wildcats. For some reason, I did not know that this was the factor of most steep mile in the at. UPS. However, once I arrived at the bottom, I immediately recognized that this would be a long climb. Unlike most of the «rock climbing» increases in the AT, this was just a straight mile of climbing. And that rain that was forecast perhaps, or maybe it will not come? He finally hit just after reaching the top. Oof. I drank a bit of lmnt and water, and then pushed towards Crawford.

I am starting to think that my body is no longer responding well to LMNT. Almost every time I have it now, I have been receiving nausea. That it could be a sign of not drinking enough water in advance … or it is only the high concentration of ingredients in it. I will never know, but my stomach was not the happiest camper on the crest between the separate peaks of the Wildcats. After my receipt of two days ago, I also made sure to be very careful here.

Crawford Notch is the least visited cabin on whites. Because of that, the AMC has recently increased the price of the cabin to only $ 99, in an effort to generate traffic. And that was shown today. While people normally inform that there are less than 5 people in the cabin, I found a complete hut! But fortunately, they still had a WFS place for me when I got there around 5. Wow! (He certainly didn’t help be a weekend).

I spent about an hour trying to break down the great effort today, before finding a place to hide and change in my wind and wind pants, in an effort to dry. In addition, I needed to get out of the way of the guests. Unlike the other huts, Carter is a series of tiny Buildings, so I had to go and hide near the bathrooms while the dinner service was performed. One of the crew members, Harvey, also also let me know where I had received, so I could get some text messages. Mainly to verify some of my previous hiking partners. I am always curious to know where they are!

At 7, I did my job simple to sweep and clean, and ate with the croo and one of his friends, Andrew. Andrew had walked the PCT in the last year and worked in the cabins before, and was only visiting. I also had a great time talking with this croo and see them do their homework … as performance reviews? Heh, who knew that a piece of corporate could reach the forest?

However, one of the beautiful things of having the bunk beds of the common area was that most people, after their night activities, simply went directly to Literas. So, I could configure a little earlier. Andrew offered me to literate with him in a separate liter, but I had already prepared and hung my things to dry, so I was … just ready … to hit … the hay … ZZZZZ.

(Title lyrics by: Sleight Ride, Leroy Anderson and The Ronettes)