Sleep now little friend – the walk

Many, if not all my publications, begin with how difficult it is to get out of bed. But today it was the biggest challenge so far. The hotel sheets are pleasant, and the bedrooms are comfortable. But homemade leaves hit differently. So do breakfast and coffee. Marty made an incredible coffee, and his wife cooked a great tortilla. Even for me, a person who is not breakfast, could not avoid everything.

Marty took me back to the beginning of the path, and a quick lesson on local agriculture and berries! Although I get a little early for the first level berries season, unfortunately.

Returning to the mountains after seeing so much civilization yesterday was just another reminder of how the path of the Apalaches proves. I didn’t want to move my legs. The feet of the shoes that were near the end of life hurt me. My head hurts for how rude I was. And the sound! It is the cycada season. I don’t know if it’s an extra spicy year for them or something, but Woods seemed that there was a demon who possessed them.

And, of course, as has been constant through Pennsylvania, at the time I started walking, the clouds entered again. Another rainy day. It is something to accept in the AT: it is a wet path. Even so, it is unfortunate that the biggest rain has happened just when the path became rocky. It simply makes hiking precarious, since I In fact I do not want to go home with one leg or broken ankle during this section.

At some point, I went through the knob of the central point, with this beautiful bronze plate. Did it used to be the central point, before the path was arrested outside the cities to the forest? Maybe. My knowledge of the AT really only extended to the beginning of Virginia. I’ve been flying blind since then.

Upon entering boiling springs, I could see a ray turning on the horizon. So … he felt «great» to be in a giant field, with nothing around me, except the occasional telephone post. I know realistically, since the telephone posts/electric lines are so high that I will not hit myself. But, still, there is always that anxiety.

It was also only muddy throughout the field. Huh, expected. Rain, Maine. Something. I rolled up bright springs soaked, but it’s just another day on the path. At least I had the opportunity to see Navarro’s pizza! Marty recommended it to me, and also everyone in Farout, and it was really good! I went in another «quot» with my backpack.

And then … in … a very … long field … the rain left and was replaced by the suffocating sun. But … the most important thing, because it only rained, and there was no breeze … it was wet. Moisture is my enemy. I say I’m from Boston, but I was really born in southern California. And I have always been especially weak for moisture. When we were younger, my parents really could not plan trips in wet places, only due to my inability to sustain and use water. Today was no different.

The fields and the fields went through. I saw deer, farmland and roads. Where I should have crushed it, I could barely drag my feet. He was taking caffeine, electrolytes, water, anything to get along. But in a moment, I literally came across because I was actively falling asleep on the way. Normally, I would find a good place of refuge and only take a ten, but there was no place of refuge anywhere. A shooting field, but apart from that, the path of the path was flanked by completely private lands. And everything was high grass, so I really didn’t want to sit on it.

I just still fly the hairspray soundtrack, and then a West Side story. I immerse myself in music as my «last resort» energy reserve, and I’m glad to see what is worthwhile here. At least I could dance through some things.

One of the craziest things to see was the toll highway while walking. Having spent too much time somewhere between Philadelphia, Allentown, Pittsburgh and beyond, realizing that I am now walking on that path of Godforsken was a bit fun. (And for those who do not hate him … it is the most expensive toll road in the United States! Then … yes)

At least thanks to the help of music, when I arrived in Carlisle, my spirit was … high enough. I registered at the Appalachian Hotel, an old quality inn that still makes hikers discounts. Getting there required to jump quickly from a bridge, and then walk on the road shoulder. It seemed ironic that, although there was basically a «path» established from the bridge to the shoulder, there were no signs to walk everywhere.

I registered and got on the shower to wash the mud and dirt of the day. I am still worried about my feet of the Harpers Ferry … They have not cured a little. So, any possibility that you can wash dirt is good.

Then I went to a local restaurant for food … I could barely endure. I don’t know why, but hunger for hikers simply does not hit me sometimes. I know that I need to eat, and most of the time as to the point of being extremely uncomfortable to combat weight loss. But I just … I can’t.

Sheetz nearby was a gift from heaven, since I could get tomorrow’s lunch and some snacks. Besides, a little fruit! I have been trying to make the habit of eating fruit where I can on the way. Of course, it is probably not as healthy as vegetables, but it is always available in convenience stores and makes me feel a little healthier.

Then, at the hotel, I finally took the opportunity to call my friends. Since I have not done four pines in Catawba, and I only had wandering there, so I could not see anyone. It was good to see them again! They were commenting how my rhythm had increased tremendously recently … which is true. But what is there to see in Pa and MD? Some, yes, but really … I want to go home. » He is not at home in the literal sense. But I can’t wait to take my sweet weather in New England. It’s my beloved!

While ate with my backpack, I published a Ig story that said «in an appointment … a little nervous.» One of my friends asked who the date was. It is quite fun to see how I have become accustomed to anthropomorphize my backpack …

Immediately after calling … I went to bed. Recently they have spoiled me with hotel options. It has simply been nice.

(Title lyrics by: I am here you for you, Josh Gad and Andrew Rannells)

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