Remin you and gratitude: the walk

Day 114-17 Miles Today from the stealthy site of Perham Stream to Route 27/Maine Roadhouse, 4900 feet up, 5800 feet from below, 2010 in Mile Marker

About these publications of walking

For those of you who wonder, do not pay us to publish here on the walk. For me it was a way to reveal my thoughts and expedition while traveling instead of writing in a notebook or worse, not chronically my thoughts and this experience.

I could have done my diary simply as a newspaper for me. A kind of diary. Publishing here forced me to capture my thoughts while walking from 10 to 14 hours a day sometimes with nothing more than my thoughts.

Like many people along the way, I came here to discover more about me and my future in a transitory period of my life. There are many people on this path here as an ointment for their own transition in life.

I chose to share my newspaper with anyone who cares to read it here. Sometimes my thoughts were driven by any emotion that was happening at that time.

There are so many analogies in the life that the path provides. There are ups and downs like life. There are the rock fields that you run and then there are the beautiful views that make everything unreal.

If I didn’t know, these publications are usually a long time in the past of real experience. Time is needed to capture a lot of random thoughts in some kind of cohesive history.

And then there is the online publication, which is a difficult task. Each publication takes several hours to compile.

There are many publications that when I read them again before uploading, my thoughts had changed because I was excited at the time I wrote the publication. But my intention was authentically my thoughts at that time, so I still put those publications even though I had no opinion of the events.

I thank those who have given me an opinion on a different perspective than I was feeling at the time I wrote an entry into the newspaper. His contribution was heard and many times I agree with his reaction to my emotional state when I captured that thought that I published online.

Maine Roadhouse once again

I was not sure if the store’s site would be good when passing through the waterfalls of Sluice 2 miles before the location of my scheduled store. But I really wanted to eliminate two more miles and the additional elevation obtained from my walk today.

Maine’s Roadhouse was completely full, but they will allow me to come to look for my box, which contains many foods that Knockerz had bought when I was refraining. My goal was to gather what I can from that box for the four to five days walk to Shaw’s.

Things that go to night

When I ate, I tried some water and configured my tent, I approached the dark. The site was abandoned, so I got the best tent site that was a small site on a small sandy beach immediately adjacent to a stream that was babbling the waters that fall.

It was such a quiet dream until I heard a strong noise near my head and felt that the earth rumbled a little. I woke up from a dead dream wondering what that was. Then I heard noises of a great creature splashing through the stream. I know it was an elice. Wow, those must be huge.

Early start

Today I had an early start at 6:00 am, I had about 16 miles today on the road for a truck for La Roadhouse de Maine.

My first climb today begins with a rise of a thousand feet in one mile to the top of Lone Peak.

In the upper part, the path that led to the Spalding Leanto mountain and then the climb to Spalding Mountain was quite flat and had few obstacles for the most part.

The end is close

At this point on the walk after so many miles and hiking days, sometimes the walk becomes mechanical. Walk looking for obstacles in front of you but not paying attention to the surroundings. Especially when traveling at high speed. On other occasions, it is the heavy work of some aspect of the path that you really do not like. For me, heavy work is some of the boulder. I am about the boulder at this time.

Many hikers that I have known recently are ready to do so. And then others are looking at the amount of time that remains and realizes that this great adventure is coming to an end and decides that it is time to reduce speed. The spiritual phase of the path.

And then there are the sobos. They are at the beginning of this trip. I am envious of your emotion. I can see them simply enjoying being here and learning as they advance.

Emotional rebirth

As with every two days, my emotions fluctuate. Yesterday when I came up, my body was hurting the climbing through the Alpine area and the entire boulder. And climbing and descending in steep slopes that took place last night. At the end of the day, I was ready to see how much more I had to endure.

And then the miraculous happens. I don’t know how, but I wake up in the morning and most of my wounds had disappeared or diminished significantly. The body has regenerated in advance of what knows what will happen the next day.

Sunrise on a new day

While on the way to the approach to Spalding Mountain, the early sun in the morning is shining in this beautiful forest covered with small fir. The forest seems diluted as if any kind of invasive or another had killed many trees. But a new generation is carpet the forest floor with new growth. Life is renewed during the night and over time.

When I passed the spaulding mountain, I lean, I could hear the roar of insects. I suppose that is Hornet’s nest in the privilege that I saw warnings in Farout. Then I started the climb of the mountain that was at a speed of 900 feet per mile.

Gratitude for work

When leaving Spaulding Mountain there were many trees on the path. He reminded me of the first days with all Helene’s damage, but nowhere so extensive. The Matc Maine Trail Club does an excellent job keeping the paths, but this section has coatings.

All the work that has been done to build and maintain this path is incredible. As I approach the ATC completion score, I remember the many hours of voluntary work that came true to make this walk come true.

The volunteers who come here and work on this path, thank you. Those who gathered the paths and made this linear national park come true, thanks. Those who provided all the magic of the path, the drivers of the transfers, the shelters and others who support the hikers thank you.

I stopped on the scoreboard and ate my second breakfast. It was a lemon flavor tuna pack with crumbs of fries. I reflected on the gratitude I felt for the love of this path that all volunteers made. Nothing of this walk would be possible without all its efforts.

Stream Valley Overlook

I took a short stimulus trace until the stream valley overlooks. He left me breathless. It is a wide bowl of a valley and I cannot see a single object made by man throughout this valley there are mountains that move to the north and south.

To the north, the mountains continue to shoot in eight or more layers on the horizon. I can see a large mountain range in the straight distance. Similarly, the wide valley is enroll in multiple layers of mountains that are heading east. And to the south there is a very high mountain range that blocks any more vision to the south than that.

Next generation

The path after that was very fast. I was moving when I suddenly found out the mountain in Sugarloaf. I quickly backed back to return to the AT.

Then I found someone pacing a huge backpack. The owner explained that there was a group of 10 girls who were assuming the path of the Apalaches through Maine in three different sections. She was a camp counselor.

She said the girls have a maximum of a third of their body weight on the back. The directors have to carry their rest, which, according to her, begins with approximately 60 lb on her back. I told him how impressive it was that I was sharing the beauties of the outdoors and walking through this younger generation.

2000 miles!

It didn’t happen long after I spent the 2000 mile brand. I remember the return song at Station 19E in Tennessee. It was a requirement that participated in this tradition of Karaoke’s song. It was «I will walk 2,000 miles and then I will walk 200 more.» The melody of the famous song of the Proclaimers is sung. It seems that it makes a life that would eliminate that song that parked 19E. It was one of my most pleasant days of the shelters.

Meeting

The path seemed to leave the forest suddenly and enter the edge of the Carrabassett Valley cliff. You could see expansive views in the steep rock faces towards this beautiful valley in the distance was a root river with waterfalls.

It was here that I met Notlazy. First we met Notlazy in Mile 320 when we returned to the path after 2 weeks of path. We met him again when we entered the path after Great Barrington.

It was good that he will walk with him for a short period of time and speak. He also mentioned Mizpah’s walk to Osgood as well as in Nightmare for him too.

The path then descended quickly. It was a fall of a thousand feet in less than one mile and it was a lot of rock and loose earth. We quickly descended from the crest to the valley below.

I went to the collection point 27 Road where I took Maine Roadhouse to spend the night.

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