On my own … – The walk

One of the funniest things Daniel asked today is «How do you get 1000 words in one day about … walk?» To be fair, sometimes it is something I think sometimes. That’s right, dear reader, I’ve been thinking about his experience with these. After all, about three weeks are delayed (thanks to the fact that I want to keep the sheet of a «daily» schedule, while sometimes it remains slowly), so there is no real «follow -up» with my trip. I also fear that they have almost become a formula. Gone were the days of Damascus to terrorize the small town karaoke, replaced by «walking, walking, walking». I hope the publications do not dry! However, from the comments I have been receiving from the comments, it seems that people are still enjoying these. So, thank you. Thanks to how clumsy Mobile WordPress many times, I do not respond to comments often, but read each and every one.

I noticed today how much more efficient I got up and left the camp today. Was this how I moved at the beginning? Probably worse. Daniel’s baseless fitness is probably higher than mine in this (he remembers, it was winter, and I had a Covid attack approximately three weeks before the path, eliminating much of the progress I had while training), and he adequately packed a day of food, unlike my 5 -day food transport that I had in Springer. Even so, it is impressive that his hiking of hiker is not terrible.

We made a quick descent to Kent, fighting the humidity of the day. Although it was not as bad as yesterday, it is still quite bustling! For some reason (I think that for a Kyle hiking video), Kent is associated with being a more expensive city for hikers, and although that is probably true, there is no pressing desire to stop here. Especially with the local shelter that left, and with another relatively close city, but much more friendly in Salisbury on the horizon. We stopped at Wilson’s Cafe for breakfast and coffee, and packed a crumbled pork banh mi. Taken at 9 that, while later what I wanted, it wasn’t so bad.

We did a little again today. Daniel at the beginning was not even sure if he could leave the shelter, but after moving, he felt good, and given how easy a large part of today would be, he agreed to leave near Cornwall. Then … up, up and we go! The path here is still an alternative that was established in 2023 due to some floods and, like all the alternatives, made the path even more difficult than it was already. Look, I get path clubs, you want to maintain the feeling of «mountain» of the path. But if it is an alternative, make it a permanent characteristic of the path (with adequate design and maintenance), or let it be a road walk! I don’t think many care.

After some ranges, the path is still a bit on the Housatonic River. It smelled a little salty, so I guess it’s just a great exit that finally goes to the ocean, like Hudson. I don’t know. All I know is that we had about four miles of nothing more than flat. And flat. And flat. At least Daniel and I could talk about our various ski adventures (and mishaps. Mostly mishaps. I am also terrible in skiing). I stopped for a quick bite, and then we disappeared in a last meaning up and down for him. On the way to Cornwall, we said goodbye, and I continued.

I will not lie. Without any reason again, I worry the programming. Mainly because the plan I had leaving Greenwood Lake was endangered by the zero that I took in Fort Montgomery. Oh good. Adaptation is important! I was worried that friends couldn’t get to me and then remembered. I’m walking, they have a car. What I do in a day that they can do in an hour. So, if I don’t do it somewhere, I don’t. C’est la Vie.

The enemy of the day is the stairs. Large stairs that go down. They took out all the resilience that my feet had (not that they had none, I think they are wearing up with the path). I don’t know how these triple calendar corwners do it. I feel like a car that desperately needs to repair, but has to continue working.

Without Daniel, the monotony of the path began to reach me again. The isolation finally gave me time for the newspaper (dictating on my phone), and some other tasks in vain, but after that I stayed … thoughts of how little I expected to go walking now. But I am in New England. I am committed to this now.

While I was walking, I heard a zumbido noise in the distance and I was afraid of a second to reach a Halstipone nest or something. It results … It was just a guy with a Weed Waller of some kind! His name is Whitecap, and is a path of paths for the AMC. He gave me some ears and asked me how the conditions of the path were. And honestly? The AMC becomes a lot, but it cannot be denied that the path has prepared super good. Apart from the only place of Kent. But there are no pools, or even branches on the path! He is proud of his work, and should be.

The last four hours of my day, I could feel that my rhythm was marked. The feet were tired. The legs are tired. The whole is tired. And yet, I still had miles to go. Originally, I wanted to get to the Belter camp, but that it let me know that there were actually a good number of people ahead. So, I decided to call Sharon Mountain. In addition, there is guaranteed water here, something that is not in Belter’s. I would not like to start the dry day.

Here, I met Speedy and Tie-Dye. The latter was going to arrive early, but the first and I talked a little. He had walked the PCT before, and he was just trying the now. «Trying,» I say, but also walked here from Georgia. We both talk a little about the exhaustion of the path, before calling him one night.

I am a tired man … It’s a long path. And there is much more.

(Title letter of: On my own, the miserable ones)

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