Erwin’s a normal little town. The mountains aren’t huge and the town sprawls—clusters of buildings strung on ropes of gray highway. There’s a train, an old-fashioned freight train that reminds me of my childhood Christmas platform.
Back when Aquaman gave me that trail magic ride to the store, he said there was a local bald that was just as beautiful as Max Patch. Big Bald. Well, I climbed it the other day, and Sir, you are no Max Patch! One reason was that from Big Bald, every vista was corrupted by webs of roadways and machinery scars and tumbled houses and something that looked like a golf course. All of that was Erwin.
There’s not much to say about Erwin. LOL. I think I’ve reached the end of my poetry.
They do have an excellent grocery store.
I’m doing my least favorite thing: Repackaging food. I HATE dealing with the food. If I could get rid of one aspect of hiking, it would be the whole food thing. But that goes for home, too.
I sent my stove home. I’m not cooking, and the bulk and weight are too much. I’ve lost a lot of weight. The pack weight has to come down, too.
I’ll be heading out with six days of food. I’ll have to top off in Hampton, but the next major stop will be Damascus.
A lot of people quit in Damascus, apparently; it’s a psychological milestone.
Smowman, who hiked before, said we’re still just fine for getting to Maine on time.
OK, I got nothin’. Some days just don’t warrant that many words. Which is just what a zero is all about. 🙂
I’m planning to eat breakfast at 6:30 tomorrow, then hoof it back to the trail by 7. Get there by 8, and back on track.
By the way, is the size of the photos OK? I can go a size larger.
OK, back to communing with my gear!