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Sorry Val, it's past midnight (I had to use the "-1 day" on my pedometer to get the count :p) and I can't think of anything to share. Well, except that I broke 4 miles for the first time! (Not counting the cross country skiing that is.)Steps: 10839Total Miles: 4.27AT: 89.74YTD Total: 154.32Guess I finally figured out what it took to get 10k :). I walked just over 2 miles this morning, went on a short afternoon walk, then took the boys to the library, dinner, and a movie, with a lot of walking in between car and places. It all adds up :).
Rode the stationary bike at noon 10.53 miles. It was raining, I got home from work late, and was just lazy, so no evening walk.Total: 10.53AT: 114So for my camp fire story, I thought I'd tell about the northern most shelter on the AT that I've ever stayed at. It was Gentian Pond Shelter in NH, it is 1887.9 miles into the trail. I went there as part of a winter hike. Needless to say it was nearly a disaster.The hike leader, Anne-Marie, was incapable of doing anything on time. So needless to say we ended up hiking half of the trip there in the dark (I did learn you can hike just fine by head lamp). The weather was 32 degrees and light rain, it was not pleasant. The last .5 miles was up a steep hill, so we left a lot of our gear at the bottom of the hill planning to get it in the morning.Over night the temperature dropped big time. It was about -5 in the morning with a 40 mile per hour wind and snow blowing at a 90 degree angle. We tried to make breakfast, but ran out of fuel (was at the bottom of the hill). At this point we decided to get out of there instead of spending the weekend huddled in the shelter. Unfortunately our packs were near the opening and since they were wet and it was cold, they had frozen. No way to tighten the straps, the weight just hung on hour shoulders. Needless to say it was not a pleasant hike.But we all made it out fine, had some good jokes about our experience and enjoyed the rest of the weekend, while staying at a local hostel.
Thanks for covering for me, Val -- we lost internet at about 7 last night and didn't get it back until this morning. Mileage for Sunday and Monday: 3AT: 61.2YTD: 104.5I brought a sketch I drew of the AT near Galehead Hut.
Campfire story? Well there was that time before I knew how to pack light and before I knew how to deal with temperature changes during a hike.I was a mere teenager. I was still doing gymnastics which places it before 9th grade, but I can't place it any more specific than that. It was a family trip to climb Mt. Manadnock in southern New Hampshire. I had climbed it before. It's a nice day hike - not strenous, but not so easy as to be boring. And it can be cool and windy at the top. And it was a bit chilly to start the day.So what did I decide to wear? My leather jacket. You know, a nice fall weight, fairly heavy leather jacket. So off we start on the hike. And as I do on all hikes, I warmed up fairly quickly and needed to take the jacket off. So what did I do? Made my dad carry ot to the top of the mountain. I wore it at the top where we ate lunch. And then he carried it down for me. Aren't dads the best?And yes, he tried VERY hard to talk me out of wearing the jacket, but I was extremely stubborn.Monday: 2.35 milesAT: 73.6 miles
Hooray for camp fires. Yesterday was kind of a crappy day, so it's nice to relax at the camp fire. *hands out marshmallows*(3345 steps 1.6725 miles)
That's a beautiful sketch, Bonnie.I came back because I don't really have a story to tell, but something amusing that I've noticed in my wildlife observation.Late last year, I noticed a duck that was a wonderful dark cinnamon color. Since that's one of my favorite colors, it quickly became my favorite duck though sightings were rare.This year, much too early for any reasonable duck to be having babies (I mean when there was still snow on the ground and the pond was iced over?), we got a whole new crop of ducklings.Odd thing is that I'd estimate at least three fourths of them, and there's something like 20+ ducklings, are cinnamon. Guess it was a drake :). And wouldn't you know, there's no sign of him anywhere. Came in, left his calling card, and went on his merry way :D.
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