Starting the difficult part of the long path

Yo I love this morning, where I don’t need a lighthouse, but the sun has not yet increased on the brilliant orange horizon.

I leave the cabin of the ski patrol in tracksuit pants and a sweatshirt for the first time the whole path. It is cold here, and plan to see that the sun finally rises from the summit of Mount Ellen of 4,000 feet.

I had waited early to see the sky gradually lighten and change the colors from the upper part, but the morning alarm obtained the best of me and now I have the luck of moving quickly enough to see the sunrise between some trees.

From the summit of Mount Ellen, it is a short 4 miles directly to the road to get hooked on Waitsfield. My body still feels quite well and I don’t feel that I need a city in a city, but Vermont cities have been so prominent and I don’t want to accelerate this path and miss them. In addition, I’ve really been craving some cakes and coffee in recent days.

The descent to the Apalaches gap, where I will go to the city, is absolutely brutal. Granite slabs at the points are so steep that metal bars have been installed to go down like a ladder. What I should take 30 minutes takes an hour and a half, and by the time I get to the road, my knees hurt.

Along the way, although he spent several ski elevators, and in each of these uprisings, the clear around offers absolutely beautiful views of the mountains that surround me. Every time I am frustrated with the land, I look up and see the beautiful autumn colors and I feel very grateful to be here.

I use part of my cellular and battery service on the way down to call a hostel where I hope to stay tonight. The owner, Ryan, is very friendly and lets us know that, although it may not be there when we get, we can climb, change clothes and wear the shower. That is music for my ears.

Lauren (and his dog, Sonny) takes us to Waitsfield, where my first stop is the three -mountain cafeteria for breakfast, a coffee with Arce milk and a blueberry muffin.

Next, we go to the Post Office, where I learn my package did not arrive on time (devastating!) Before grabbing a bunk in the Tevere shelter.

I always have great plans in the city: tourism, restaurant jump, spend time in a brewery. What do I do in place? Sleep.

After my shower, and while my clothes are in the washing machine, I go to bed for a brief nap. I only leave my bed again to grab my Chinese food delivered before clashing hard.

With the few hours of daylight, I have to walk (now it’s about 11 hours!), I’m asleep. Even so, I think my body needed the additional impulse.

I worry that I cannot sleep at bedtime, given how much sleeping in the afternoon, but I am asleep before my head reaches the pillow.

Today I hear «Halo» by Cage The Elephant, and sounds like choosing to love something just because my sister says it’s great, because when was she wrong before?

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