Take me to the lakes where all poets went to die …

The large close exploration group was not the cause of bad dream today. No, that was simply because of the enormous inclination in which I slept. And moisture. I have mentioned this before, but I will say it again, although it is not necessarily hot, the humidity makes me sweat in my comforter. And there is no place to vent it.

Oh ok. I got bright and early, and I had my coffee in the morning. Today is another day easier. My final goal is the Upper Goose Pond, which is a closed shelter/cabin with a huge nearby lake. Then, with that incentive in sight, I wanted to get there early enough to enjoy it.

I was mainly in my own thoughts for the useless and descent in the morning. Massachusetts is really full of tons of swamps, which also means insects. But okay, I have a network of errors, Deet, Deet and more Deet. In fact, I ran out of water quite early in the day, since all other sources were a bean pond water … It is not ideal. Then, in the first water source, just before Tyringham Cobble, I took a longer break.

Which immediately regrets when I returned to the route. Not the breakup itself. It’s just that I really like to be deliberate about where I take my 30 -minute breaks (5 -minute respirators are allowed every time). It turns out that, after this, very small, beautiful up and down, there is a support with soft drinks, ice cream, fries, etc.! And a table! So I took another break there, although this time, with Tad and Earthstar. I got a soda and ice, and took some time to look at the trunk of hikers. Now that I am completely behind Wing-It, it is fun to track it through its paths of trails.

The rest of the day was expelled by a very steep in Baldy Mountain, before settling on a crest. I have been talking about this with other hikers, but we are at the point where it is very difficult for me to have emotions about hiking itself. It has become this slightly monotonous thing. Nothing concrete in front of me, nothing concrete behind me. Only miles to go before sleeping. However, this was difficult. While we are not at the heat levels of heat waves, it is still definitely a great change of rhythm of the times where I was freezing if I did not move.

One of the deliberate options I did before the path was to use music only as a «last motivator of ditches.» But I think that with almost all precious resources like this, I just don’t know when to immerse it. It’s like in a video game, when you get a super powerful element. Do you use it now, when you think things are terrible? Or do you think you can do it all the time, for another bad day? I am starting to realize that I hope the worst days are behind me. And I didn’t even immerse myself as much as I could. Simply interesting to see how the frugality mentality is activated even for something as simple as listening to music along the way.

I did not pass by anyone else when I got to the shelter of the Upper Goose ponds. I met the caregiver, Cricket, who gave me a little Schpiel about how the place works. Re -met fatal, whom I had met at Warwick Drive a few weeks ago, but then I forgot completely. Then, Vegemite and Toad last night appeared, and the three we went to the pond! It was beautiful. Almost impossible to describe. Vegemite and I swam to an island about 500 meters away, and then Toad took a canoe and we gave ourselves a much faster elevator. It was nice to relax in the pond (even if the swimming was strenuous). Of course, it was not burning, and the water is not filtered or anything, but it still feels good to be «clean» for once.

At night, Ladybug appeared with his family! They were visiting during the weekend of July 4, as my parents were, and then Ladybug was going to take a double zero. But first, she was camping with her brother. The rest of his family retired to his car to go to a hotel. Intelligent movement.

I spent the rest of the night chatting with Tad, Sherpa, Fatal and a section hiker called Zach! Zach is here from Boston, making a 10 -day section to see if he likes or not here. Peanut also appeared, after having made 50 miles in two days to get here. It was interesting, others always expect that they were attending me ahead of them, or that I have thrown a 30 -mile day at some point, or something similar. But honestly, I feel that now … I can’t do that. My body is no longer the great engine with which I started. It simply feels … as if it is decreasing the speed.

But maybe that’s good. We are back in New England. Back in the best part of the path. Back home.

(Title letter of: The Lakes, Taylor Swift)

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