Hier geht’s zum deutschen Text. The beginning of the year, for me, became the time to evaluate my backpacking gear list. What did work, what didn’t and what am I just simply tired of. This time I shared my gear list on www.lighterpack.com and the final weight including, what I call, the foreigner special (Passport) comes…
It’s been 15 days since I drove back from Montreal (Canada) to Massachusetts (USA) and started hiking southbound (Sobo) on the Appalachian trail (A.T.) from there. Since then I’ve hiked somewhat around 200 miles or more and crossed 3 more states – Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York.
Strong coffee, bagel with cream cheese – I am sitting in a Café and enjoy some treats while the clouds outside are hanging low today in Gorham. In the meantime, ‘Soda’ is at the local clinic to get checked for Lyme-disease.
Hiked up to Franconia Ridge, started around 11 am after hitch-hiking from North Woodstock back to the Appalachian Trail. One woman gave us a mean look and shook her head at us when hitching out of town – the life of a dirty mountain-hobo!
Here I go, sweat dripping down my face, shirt soaked as it actually never stopped being wet, shoes covered in mud, working up my way another stony hill or is it a mountain – it looks like a hill but it feels like a mountain. Once again I am asking myself why?
Did I say the Arizona trail was rugged? Ha, me fool! After celebrating July 4th in New York on a rooftop, hiker trash MASH (Robert Adamski) provided awesome trail magic and drove Soda and me out to Massachusetts. Thanks, MASH and happy trails on the Colorado trail.
That’s it! Finito! Stateline Arizona/Utah reached on April 21st around noon. Though I am happy to be there it doesn’t feel as magical as the end of the PCT, not as epic or life-changing. Which is good haha, cause that much of an excitement is exhausting. Besides the fact there is no nicely looking northern…
The first day of hiking after 3 zero days was pretty tough. My backpack didn’t fit me right, my legs hurt, shoulders hurt, back hurt…Everything was kinda meh. So you see even if you’re blessed with the best experiences, sometimes it’s hard to appreciate it even if you want to. Sometimes you just gotta complain…
Oh man, that was steep. After another day of hail at Roosevelt Lake, we climbed up and into the Four Peaks Wilderness, up and up and up all day long. At least after all that rain and hail, we knew water won’t be too much of an issue in the upcoming section.
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