The thing to remain intentionally lost in the forest for four months is to forget how the real world works. What used to seem so normal is suddenly shocking for a body and a mind that has focused completely on walking Maine. Blue Bear could not return to «civilization» quick enough, so we quickly started the south trip to Georgia once we finished our miles omitted in Vermont. It is not our first rodeo, which leads along the corridor of the east coast very populated, intentionally we encourage New York before heading mainly south in 181. The beauty of this choice, apart from the obvious ability to skip the grunt of the traffic in 195, was that it took us more or less along the route of the trail of the Appalaches in Pennsylvania and Virginia. Throughout the trip to Georgia, I obtained some doses of reality that gave me an idea of how you will feel the path next month and resume the beautiful life I have in Virginia with Beancounter.
Retail
Blue Bear loves to buy. No matter what the need, you will find joy in the search and purchase of almost anything. My opposite to polar disgust of all forms of purchases is one of the things that has made our association along the way quite perfect. Buy food, like. It works very well and the network of everything is that I have not been in a full -size grocery store for several months. So, when we got into a Walmart somewhere in 181 in Virginia, I could not process everything. I passed the products with marginal success and did not pass the ice cream hall before having an overwhelming need to leave. You may have to advance to full grocery stores when you return home.
That shocking incursion into the American retail excess was not enough to prepare for the next one on the agenda, a mandatory stop in the new BUC-EE in Rockingham, Virginia. The Bu-Ee tradition preceded it in the old domain and, more than a month after the great inauguration, the place was full of the day on a Tuesday. Blue Bear was delighted with the gas at a lower market price, and I spent about 20 minutes wandering through the chaotic store, looking for something that could eat and really impressed by the variety of non -food goods. If I ever add beef to my diet or I feel the need to enjesar a cartoon castor face in my rear, be exactly where to go.
Criatures comfort
With the exception of two nights in the house of Mountain Goat in Pennsylvania, I have not slept in an adult bed since I left home in March. I will confess that I am an sleeping sleepworm of a king size, of a mattress, with three accommodations, so imagine my joy when Blue Bear and I stayed in an interstate interstate hotel on our journey to the south. This little remarkable hotel was felt as the Ritz for us, enough wall outings to load all our electronic products at the same time, newly washed bedding that did not have that unavoidable moisture of camping, unlimited hot water and a television that delivered all the episodes of the Big Bang theory. Blue Bear even shaved her beard with a razor and passed the day reminder talking about how soft her face was. In the list of things that I will adapt, this comfort will be excellent.
I had an irrational level of joy when I found my favorite tea at the hotel. I have not had this since March.
Physical adjustment
The disadvantage of this stay at the hotel was the bright and bright lights, especially around the bathroom mirror. I have not looked my face well in a long time and the truth is that I look very hard, and not just around the edges. Even my friendliest friends would take a look and decide that I have aged 10 years during my time outside. What could have described as perfectly platinum gray hair a few months ago is to mark the full speed towards what anyone would call a white hair mop. (Thank you, New Hampshire, for stress!) As the sunscreen loses the battle to sweat for real estate on my face every day, my normally pale and pink complexion is nothing less than Ruddy now. I will have some work to do with the dermatologist when I get home, hopefully mitigating part of the damage. As for the hair, I would love to think that I can channel my Jamie Lee Curtis inner and make the white pixie cut half of his. We’ll see.
The incredible irony in the way I see is this: I have never felt better. I will fall towards my 54th birthday in October, knowing that I am in the best form of my life, and that is compensation that I am happy to do.
Let vu again
It has been a while since I threw a baseball reference and who is better to mention than the legend, Yogi Berra. The southern trip along 181 went through so many places, at a normal driving speed by car, which he had experienced at the speed of the path on foot. The sensation looked a lot like video technology in the 1980s, when you could watch a movie upside down rewing the VHS tape. This Deja Vu, the feeling of having been there before, was fun and sobering. So many memories came at the forefront of my mind while I saw the names of family places on the Green Road signs. Duncannon, Harper’s Ferry, Front Royal, Waynesboro, Buena Vista, Glasgow, Pearisburg, Marion, Damascus … I’m glad I have seen him slowly and I am grateful for having been able to visit the path in a way that many of the children do not.
Then, I will get to the road in Georgia, having received some normal life glimpses to reflect while I walk home to Virginia.
I was quite excited to get to Georgia and take my photo in front of the arch that sees the beginning of so many in walks!
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