Monday–October 18, 2021
Location–VR-11/30 (539.1), then to Stratton Pond Shelter (549.7)
We’ve got to check out of Yellow Deli Hostel this morning, plus make the long trip back to the trailhead. So, we’re all up well before six.
We’ve an overnight on the trail tonight. That means we’re all lugging heavier packs–two day’s food plus extra gear. Continuing the hike with me are Kitchen Sink & Slim Jim. We’re on trail (and into the climb) shortly after seven.
Moderate ups and downs today, less than 3,000 feet of elevation change. Our first climb offers fine views from Prospect Rock. Plenty more rocks and roots, plus mud, lots of mud. Talking with northbounders the past few weeks, they kept referring to Vermont as Vermud. Their remarks seemed amusing at the time. However, I understand now what they meant by the play on words. I’ve never been on trail before with mud anything like what we’ve been slogging through the past number of days. Up trail, down trail, level trail, makes no difference–ankle deep mud everywhere. And there’s no sign of it letting up.
I was much relieved when I put New Hampshire in my rearview. I’m beginning to suffer the same sentiments about Vermont. Certainly not a good attitude, I know. Been grinding on this 241 days now. Having less than desirable tread to deal with day after day–it’s taking its toll, wearing me down. I suffered two good tumbles today. Another open skid mark on my left arm. The cut below my right knee was healing nicely. Now it’s open again. And the toe pain, which became chronic months ago has not let up. Rather, it’s gotten worse, causing difficulty concentrating.
Aww, dang old man. Folks didn’t come here to listen to your griping and complaining…
Nothing can stop the man
with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal;
nothing on earth can help the man
with the wrong mental attitude.