Until late. I have to love him. The scheduled time for a food drop in Jo-Mar Road is technically 11, so he had no place to be in the morning. So I was barely wrapped with a store around 9. Once I returned to the shelter, I was upset to see one of Nobo’s hikers near me splashing his name at the refuge in Sharpie. Of course, he is already tracing in something with a trace, but when speaking with a surveyor of trails, they see this as a nuisance, since they do everything possible to scrub him at the end of each season. More work for the volunteers in which we already trust.
Oh good. I said goodbye to the two flowers, and I started my path to Jo-Mar Road. I obtained my food food around 10, which was also pleasant because I had someone to talk a little. I changed my garbage, I got my coca -cola and then began to walk. I say walking because although today it was a series of beautiful lakes, it finally rained a little. Well for the environment! Bad to walk. The clouds began to roll quite early, and arrived with a series of rains again.
However, since I had a break from the rain, I didn’t care much. The good thing is that I made sure to keep a couple of dry socks yesterday, or otherwise I would have two pairs of socks that would need to dry tomorrow. Some brilliant points today were some hilarious privately appointed on the road, and beautiful views of Lake Lake Jo-Marry.
There were no opportunities for me to stop and eat after it began to rain, since I didn’t want to open my bag and wet everything, so I made sure to take advantage when I arrived at the shelters. In the spring of Potawadjo, I sat about 10er and ate a body butter and brioche jelly bun. It’s funny, before the tiles, I refused to wear a jelly jar since it was too heavy. Now, four days in the 100, I don’t care about extra weight at all. It’s worth it. For me, that is the true evolution of a hiker, who no longer cares about the weight to some extent and you only carry what makes you happy.

A very damn private configuration and a registration book
In Nahmakanta Stream, I met another Nobo taking a break from the rain and trying to stay a bit dry. I was wet and cold Alraady, and I couldn’t stop for a long time, if I did, I would probably use more energy trying to shake. Another peanut butter and Sammy jelly later, I made my last push. The views of Lake Nahmakanta were beautiful, but it was becoming difficult to get out of my head. I clearly remember the podcasts he was listening to try to maintain morality. But there was no time to break, there was no time to rest. I just had to move on, so that I don’t cool.
At least during the last hour of the day, the rain itself gave. However, I was still wet and a bit sensitive for rubbing. I have not had it so bad through this section, thanks to the fact that it is a bit more great. But still, the rain makes everything start to rub together. I configured my store and did my best to warm up a bit. I put on wind pants and hoodie when I got into bed, and climbed the stove inside my store. It is not recommended, but it helped a little.
I hoped that I now had orientation about what I wanted in life. Or maybe a moment. Or something. But I suppose I will not know until after arriving home what kind of mental lessons I took from this trip. I have been able to advance much more than I expected. But also what I thought I would be able to do it. Before I start, a friend told me that, although I might not believe in myself, there are times when I go through some perseverance that surprises them. And I do it constantly. Maybe this is another instance of that.
Brrr…. cold and lonely in the forest …
(Title lyrics by: Lost in the Boods, Jonathan Groff)
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