There is a drip of sweat … dripping in your ear

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julio 30, 2025

Preamble

Hello everyone! Sorry for delivery in publications recently. I explode this a little more in future publications, but I wanted to give them a bit of knowledge not only of my creative process, but also what has been happening.

As everyone can know, these publications are in a delay. I am at the point where I am far enough to say comfortably that what happened here took place on July 7. A long time ago! In general, I try to write the publications in my store at night (in that small and ingenious keyboard that I bought at Waynesboro), and if there is very good reception, I will also upload photos.

Then, I will generally go to the libraries and develop anything I have not done along the way. Update the mileage, load photos if necessary and do a little review. Usually, if nothing occurred that day on the way, I will also make sure to discover the lyrics of the song that I will use for the title.

Unfortunately, starting with the zero I had with my parents, and for a while, my zeros just aligned on Sundays, especially when the library is closed. I find it very difficult to update the work in the shelters, just because when there is a bed nearby, I like to lie down.

I have also encountered a lot of energy problems. I regret spoiling it, but for me Vermont was a bit suffering between moisture and beginning to meet other problems that affect my energy levels, which culminated in me I do not always have the energy to write at night. There are actually approximately one week in which I didn’t write anything! Energy problems also make me walk slower, which leaves me less time in the camp to do more than eat and sleep.

Fortunately, I will have much more free time on the way, but this means that I really cannot guarantee daily updates until after the Katahdin summit, and maybe not even then! I have a great request for orders that I am building today, and I hope there are not too many interruptions in the updates. Thank you all for being patients, friendly and understanding. I don’t feel any pressure that is pleasant! And I hope each publication continues to maintain the quality that I have been maintaining an effort to defend from the beginning. In the blog post!

The blog post …

I miss that golden age to sleep well everywhere along the way. There was a brief moment when my quilt was perfectly qualified as temperature for the weather, where I was not yet wet, where there would be soft breezes at night, and I did not feel that it was a monkey in a cage in the middle of an insect zoo. Now, nothing is perfect. That is a path!

My first alarm could not make me move, but for my second, I deflated my pad and forced myself to get out of bed. There is no comfortable grass to place means at least the pad is an eventual forcing function. Tad, having heard me get up, gave me a quick «Cya later, late start» and left with Earthstar.

While I was packing … I quickly realized a small disaster. I couldn’t find my direct fleece Alfa! Uh oh. Being in the hotels is always a trap to lose things, but especially with others in the room, I did not put everything in its place correctly before I left. That is something I always think about … How can I have such little things and yet lose things so frequently? While walking back to North Adams/Williamstown, I called the motel a call and … yes, they had my things. Neato.

I still don’t feel the best mentally. It does not help that even though it promises colder temperatures, it is wet. Yesterday’s heat had a breeze to brush insects. Today he is killing me a little. Along the way, I approached an angel of trails, and she was able to link myself to Jimmy, another path of trails. He picked me up on the city’s information board, which is also the location of some incredible magical trail refrigerators. The Graylock Trail Angels store these snacks, drinks, first aid things and frank during the whole season. That is simply incredible!

Jimmy picked me up, and we went to Howard Johnson … and yes, there was the hoodie! For anyone who reads this in the future, by the way, although I had a good stay in El Hojo, I have heard better things about the willows and I have heard nightmares about this shuff. Then your mileage can vary. Jimmy also left me in the post office and let me send some postcards that I have kept, before leaving my message on the message board. It let me know that they will have to move the board soon, since the city will rebuild the Graylock school, and want to raise money to add a shower, bathrooms and a fridge! So he is attentive to that, that would be a clutch for hikers.

When I returned to the road, I was beginning to be late in the morning. And, for my disgust, much more wet. Walking to Mile 1600 felt like walking through the soup. Moisture simply eliminates my energy unlike anything else. In the last exit of the Mass, I had to take many more breaks than normal. And, as usual, my shirt was beginning to accumulate that stinking again. Before, I could at least dry decently during the breaks. Now, I’m really experiencing an out forever. I just need it to endure 600 miles more …

At the top of the crest, the prize was there, the MA/VT border and the official start of the Long Trail! The Long Trail is a path that coincides with the AT for approximately 100 miles, and it was actually inspiration for the AT. But my connection with her is a bit different. During a internship that I had in 2020, my manager’s plans after I left were originally to walk the LT with his father. At that time, I thought I was clinically crazy. Five weeks without consistent Internet? Without showers every night? Without a computer? It is fun to look back and see how far I have come.

I also found huge blueberry patches throughout this section of the path, as well as my first of many long paths through hikers! I guess I’m in the high season, today there was a ton.

This also begins the legendary vermud. I think that after a series of hurricanes and tropical storms between ’21 and ’23, much of the path has been completely uprooted, which means that there is nothing to absorb rainwater. What … results in a lot of stagnant water. And errors. Moly Holy Bugs. Even with an insect network, and Deet, I felt they were eating me alive all day. That, plus moisture, in addition to starting in a mediocre head space, resulted in many slow miles.

I took a break at the Seth Warner shelter, with the intention of taking a mini-nap, but I moved so slowly and eating so slowly that 30 minutes passed in an instant. I had some great conversations with some LT hikers when leaving, before continuing with 4 easy miles to a huge river. I have good water in me and I took another respite in the Congdon shelter. The funniest thing now is to know the Bostonians of my age more consistently on the road. I also had a lovely conversation with May, an Asian-American Ca walking in the LT. Like me!

When I left Congdon, it was already 6:30, and I didn’t have so much daylight. So I knew that my original plan to get to the shelter of Melville Nauheim was gone. While there is a great camp on the top of Harmon Hill, I did not want to make my next day too difficult than I would already cut too early. Then, on the other hand, I descended on its back (which was steep! And dark!), And I got into the parking lot of hikers in Woodford Hollow. Just along the way (a little more than 100 feet from the road), there is a small camp and published there. It is not very stealthy, but near a bathroom, and technically legal, so it will. With luck, tomorrow’s rain and being a Tuesday will discourage the non Backpackers to come.

Despite the name, I have been despising night hiking more and more recently. At night, I can’t use my insect network, since I can’t see him enough with him and the lighthouse. But in the summer … insects are everywhere. Constantly swarm. Going through a rock field is not fun. But they are the consequences of my own mistakes. Ah … Ouch.