Power Walk

Tonight I went behind the house and got on the Appalachian Trail. I don't take advantage of this opportunity nearly enough. It's beautiful. I lost track of time and before I knew it it was dusk. Oops. I mentally played episodes of Dual Survivor and Man, Woman, Wild in My Head. Yeah, I could definitely make it a night thanks to my addiction to reality survival shows. I had to run a bit to beat the impending darkness which is easier said than done on that section of the AT. At times you're scrambling/crawling/butt scooting to make it down/up/over/around things. I think I crash more on foot than on the bike.

Every time I go up there I have to look at the trail log. 96 days on the AT. Ooof. I wonder how long it would take me to do the entire AT? Hmmmm. One day. It's on my list. For now I'll have to be content with the NY/NJ border.

Cell phone pictures really don't do it justice.

Hands

They've been waking me up at night. I think it's the change in the weather and the humidity. Aching and throbbing to my elbow. Most of my nights are spent with them wrapped in ice packs. Ankles and feet have been bad but for some reason I can handle that pain. The hands are different. I can't relax. The hands can keep me up all night long. Have taken many pharmaceuticals and nothing helps. I'm thinking about starting my own hillbilly heroine business up here. Ice packs are the only things that makes them feel better. Some nights I wonder how I'm going to type let alone hold onto the handlebars. Then the next day they could be fine. It's silly like that.

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