Yesterday I woke to find something unamazing and unsurprising: more rain. I decided to delay my start, in case it might stop. I left my tent and gear out to dry. When it didn’t clear, I packed all my damp gear away and started off.
“I’ve hiked trails all over the world, I’ve done the AT [Appalachian Trail], and hiked up and down every peak, sometimes it’s just nice to walk on a flat, easy trail next to the river.” The older gentleman who stopped by my halfway packed campsite yesterday responded. I had asked him,
“Why would you want to hike this trail, it’s all flat?”
After he told me about how one of his experiences on the AT involved rain every single day for the first 3 months, I was inspired to leave with wet gear.
“You sleep in a wet tent, and pack up wet in the morning. Worst part is – your sleeping bag gets wet, too.”
A former friend of mine once called me this. Maybe this is why she no longer calls herself my friend.
Point is, I apparently am very pleased with myself.
Not without reason!
After stopping briefly in Cumberland, I was impressed with myself when I found I had the energy to climb the hill from there, past Frostburg, across the Mason-Dixon Line and to the Eastern Continental Divide. That’s about a half-mile of elevation gain over 20 miles of continuous riding.
I find no shame in taking pride in myself.
Onward to Pittsburgh,
see you on Monday!