Tramily now? – The walk

Maine is full of surprises, but I didn’t see a tramilia!

We arrive at the Shaw pumped hostel. Maine had given us beautiful bodies of water, soft wild life experiences (except for always angry red squirrels) and beautiful views. The 100 mile desert was ahead, and our priority was to enjoy every minute because the end of this incredible trip was palpable.

One of our previous hiking partners, Hey Google, met with us to reconnect and possibly join us for the final stretch. He greeted us with joy when we arrived, and we sat down to chat near the fire while we drank our cold drinks. The life of the shelter is sweet! While we talked several other past connections. We met Ursala and Bougie Doc at the beginning of the walk. Each of us was inspired and a little nervous for entering the 100 mile desert, where we would have to walk our longer stretch without a city stop.

The group decided to meet for dinner in a restaurant in the water to continue our discussion after it accommodated and clean. Bill and I stayed in a Yurt in Shaw’s, and we strongly recommend the experience. At dinner, we discovered that we all feel the same level of trauma of paths and were intimidated to bring additional food through the 100 mile desert. Dividing the cost of a food drop (or two) of Shaw sounded like music to our ears. And there our final of the tram of the path was formed!

The poet, the incredible owner of Shaw’s and the ATC guide took us through the plan to reach Katahdin, and we went to the 100 mile desert the next day. The poet gave us a poetic and inspiring farewell, and then we passed the warning signal when we enter the 100 mile desert.

That first day in the desert, we all notice to meet more hikers than in recent weeks. But it was more than a beautiful Maine walk in a perfect climate with a large company, so not everyone had complaints. There were different levels of disappointment due to the lack of alces sightings. Ursala reached the first camp before the rest of us, and when we arrived, she gave us a warm welcome and the disposition of the Earth. Bill said he had the perfect path for his «purser.» That is the janitor of a ship. She slept and accepted!

Once we began camping in the 100 mile desert, I decided that it was an inappropriate name. These camps are incredible! Some had two private and most had beaches and canoes! And, as always, the opinions in Maine were induced both for peace and joy! Everyone in the world should walk in Maine at least once.

Hiking with a plot, even at the end of the walk, feels strange at the beginning. Tramilia means that we are never alone, which is incredible! But it also means discovering how we want to walk together. We try to gather for breaks during the first days, but I am too slow for that to work for me. Then we tried to walk for speed configuration, but that did not work either. So we all decided to walk our own walk and meet at the end of the day. That ended up being our sweet point. And if someone had one day, I didn’t want to be part of the end of the day (like me!), They simply hung up the store until dinner. We all always drew and have breakfast together, it was our dog talk and time. Pep talk to get to Katahdin. Complaining to free what was bothering us that day. We join deeply. I am very grateful to have been able to find a plot that would support me. We are still sending text messages regularly and making plans to hang out in New York in December.

Socialization was one of my greatest fears before the path: social anxiety is real. I defeated that monster on the road!

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