There was a railway line on the road to hell

Another day, another night of sleep not remaining. I don’t know what has been happening recently. Well, I do it, it is definitely just moisture kicking my butt. That and the constant need to wake up at 5 every day. I don’t know what happened, but I always need to wake up to urinate, as if it were someone 40 years older than really. In the forest, it’s not so bad. Usually, I get out of the tent at about five feet and I can urinate wherever. But the discomfort of going to the bathroom (which … in most hostels … is going down a stairs game. My knees!), And then return to bed worsens him in the shelters for some reason. I really can’t explain it.

Anyway, someone is probably not happy that half of the time, everything I do in these blog posts is to talk to the bathroom. But it is a large part of the path :).

Today, they also woke me up at 5 by a south direction asking where the coffee was. Ha … I owe my head. Being awake early helps much more. But it was good to get up early anyway. The transport of return at the beginning of the path at 7:45, and I still need to prepare my own breakfast.

That is my only (small) complaint about the wise pines, for a shelter that is so far from the city, it is difficult to make sure it has enough food for your stay here. And although there is a small farm table with bagels and things (what I really appreciated!), I felt between having to pack my package in the package shed and cook/ask the angels for help to the trails yesterday, and then cook this morning, I barely had time to prepare. However, that is partially my fault. It could be more prepared! Otherwise, I had a great night. The space itself was super comfortable, and Chelsea was a great host.

I ate some berries and drank coffee on our way back at the beginning of the path, where I asked Chelsea a little about his walk. When he did in the ’17, he did it with a tramilia of 12, and sometimes the dozen of a baker! I think about that when contrasting it with my own walk, where I think I have slept only most of Pennsylvania onwards. However, he really said that if he did again, he would also be in a smaller group. It made me fail to have a consistent hiking partner. More about that at one time.

I have a theory that no one, not even the good green mountain club, gives as@#$ on the AT section that does not match the long path. This could be due to conditions, but it seemed that hiking today was terrible, and not for elevation gain, or mountains, or anything like that. No, it was just because I had to fight with subopymal conditions for much of the day. High grass, unmarked roads, without view and suffocating heat. The electrolytes and the water only did a lot to cut the rapid dehydration that was always experiencing, and only … the feeling of being wet. This is my last day in Vermont, and the only thing I can really say is that I think this state could actually describe about the lower half of my list when everything is said and done.

There are also only infinite insects everywhere in Vermont. Even with Deet and hair, I still feel that I am constantly hitting the insects and feeling ghost «punctures» throughout the body. Every break where I try to eat is feeling like the food, not the sandwich I have. My feet are just giving. This at the end of the game, I do not believe that most human bodies were destined to do this. With adequate break, I think this amount of exercise could be good. But even now, if I took zeros every two days, I do not believe that the training I did before this (which would have been the last four months of hiking …) would actually be so productive, given the little rest I have had on the road.

There were some good things today, there were tons of raspberries along the way! If it were a week ago, I think I would be having a real party, but I was still having a very good picking berries everywhere and enjoying them. I also checked Farout with another pleasant surprise … I saw some comments from Stevie Wonder! Stevie’s other blogger that I met in Wood’s Hole that Ect is doing this year. I was far ahead of me until I needed to take 2 weeks out of the way, but I am happy to see it again and again.

After a lot of ups and downs, I started the long walk along the road west Hartford, a city with … basically nothing in it. There is no place to stay, apart from loading in Trail Angels, and there is a library … and that is. There is also a bridge that people love to jump, but to be honest, I am not a big fan of jumping from the bridges. Call me a frame or something, but I have had enough of that in my life.

While I was here, I returned to Cosmo and Tallboy, whom I met in Duncannon and Warwick. You can ask «if you keep seeing, why not walk with them?» Well, they are doing a very different walk than me. While people tell what they have walked, honest truth is a yellow joke story. For those who are not familiar with the «color» fire system, we all know that there are white and blue flames in the AT. White means that you are on the path itself, Blue means that you are following some type of lateral road, usually water. The yellow aroma in this case is a roadwalling, or simply strike in huts/transmitting ahead, while claims those miles. For me personally, that doesn’t fly. I enrolled to walk in the mountains of the Apalaches, not on the roads of the Apalaches. You could even call me a «purist», although there was a blue fire that I took to have fun instead of the «regular» road (far behind in Shenandoah). I don’t care too yellow … But the part that matters to me is the constriction of resources for hikers. Those who can jump miles or guarantee where they will spend a week ahead can catch Hostal points/Angeles de Trail long before I can. This will actually bite me in the back later today, unfortunately.

The other part to which I care is to lie about the mileage or what you have done. But that is for a different day. I would only like that if people were going to jump, they would skip in front of me haha. As Leo did.

On the other hand, walk your own walk. Maybe I judge too deeply. We are doing different things. But I am not holy, and if you are reading this, well, you are looking for ideas about my thoughts. So they are there :).

Anyway, the library was a good respite in the air conditioning. I supplied with good ice water and then walked back to the mountains with a suffocating heat. During this, I entered again! I met him in Duncannon when he was taking a zero, and is relatively pure. I think that while I took a free time with friends and family, he is caught, but he is not in the best way. He was limping, trying to fight his own fatigue. Apparently, he believes he has received a case of Lyme’s disease. What … also made me worry, maybe I have it too? I am a bit hypochondriac to be honest, and suddenly I was thinking about the return. Am I fatigued because it’s hot … or why do I have Lyme? Should the knees hurt so much? Who knows …

I arrived in the city decently late, just as my body has been failing me again. Near the end of the long days, no matter how much it eats, I need to take constant breaks to feel good to walk again. It doesn’t matter how much I try, every step it feels heavy. It just seems that I can’t control my body. So at 7, I took the church of San Bernabé in Norwich, vt. In Norwich and Hanover, there are no hostels. It would be too expensive to operate them in the area. Instead, there is a network of paths that allow people to enter their homes. In fact, I contacted everyone, but they were all reserved at night! Then, on the other hand, I slept in the basement of the Church, and although it was great (they have blueberries outside!), He did not present a shower. And it was sweaty. EW.

If you did Drum Corps with me … well, this feels triggered

At least, I was able to ask for some pizza and wash my legs in the bath sink, although my body was sore all the time trying to navigate to the bathroom, and then to get pizza. I ate as much as I could, but I also felt ill while I did. I just don’t do well with eating much. Mentally, that is.

I am starting to be afraid that my body will not endure this trip more than anything. And that is the last thing I expected. I hope New Hampshire, of all things, saves me.

(In addition, to calm the fears of the readers who think that my body is not maintained … I’m in Maine now! So I have clearly done something well since then …)

(Title letter: Road to Hell II, Hadestown)