As I sit here in a friend of a friends kitchen outside Kent, CT, I'm currently thinking back on the last week and pondering how I made it this far. The rocky PUDs (pointless ups and downs) of southern NY state nearly killed me, and breaking in a new pair of shoes did not help at all. We were looking forward to the Hiker feed, then it was misdated. Thank goodness for trail angel Paddy-O, who brought us COLD chocolate milk and pastries from the local dairy. There, we met the lovely Orangedust and her little dog Beatrice Opal, as well as Gumby, Sherlock, Catfish and Mike. At the Monkery the following night, we ordered food and met up with Moccasin, Enoch, K-bomb again, as well as meeting Sprout and Chopsticks. Also, CC broke his Chaco and got stung by a wasp AND a hornet walking through the marshes.
Though it's been getting hotter and buggier the past few days, hiking with these people has been great. Yay girls on the trail! Of course, the swimming holes and delis didn't hurt:)
From our experience in New England so far, the hospitality and kindness abounds. We got a ride to our hotel last night from a nice older guy whose girlfriend recently passed away. Last night, we walked down to the grocery to get dinner, and the owner invited us over to his house for beer and talking (thanks Tom!). He was SO nice, I learned the new game of Washoes (horseshoes w/washers, kind of) and he gave us a ride back to Kent this morning!
Only 720 miles left on this strange little trip...what a ride it's been. We should be into Vermont in about a week or so then onto the white mountains of NH and beyond!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment