We slept in a bit today. Some days we wake up and force ourselves to get up. Some days it's easy. Today, we needed that extra hour or two. The humidity just makes us so tired. Also, I think we may need more protein in our diet.
Right away, we crossed a road and found some Early trail magic. This was a great surprise and mood booster. Very soon we were on the banks of nuclear lake. What a terrible name. It was the home of some nuclear lab way back when, and after a chemical explosion the lab was shut down. The water was declared safe though and the AT has gone by it since the 70s. There was a perfect swimming beach and I took advantage of it. Glorious.
Towards the end of our short hiking day we had another board walk. In the middle there were these sweet Adirondack chairs, one with Maine and one with Georgia carved into em. So cool.
At this point, we crossed the train tracks that lead to NYC and went to a little gardening store for soda and looked for a ride to town for resupply. Our plan is to get 5 days worth of food and make it all the way through CT and get into MA before going back to town. I'm afraid that with this heat that our plan is a bit ambitious and we are going to regret having all that food weight. But it's a good challenge and will help us train for the dreaded 100 mile wilderness in Maine.
After the resupply we stopped in the liquor store for some box wines. Somehow Becca convinced me that it was a better idea to get a 3 liter box then a few smaller pint boxes. We supposed that other hikers might be at the garden store and we could share.
For the hitch back, Becca and I were discussing whether we should ask people.coming out of the grocery store or liquor store. I said grocery because there were more people. Becca said liquor store because those people were more relaxed types, even though there was way less traffic. Before we finished, a man came out of the liquor store, made eye contact with us and asked if we needed a ride. Becca was obviously right. She had actually saw this guy enter and knew he was the one, that's why she had picked this spot over the grocery spot, so she was kind of cheating. Becca wins though.
When we got to the garden store n9 other hikers were around and they were.closing down the store. Due to recent events, this store has had to ask hikers not to camp on the property. Another case of trail popularity eroding the culture of the trail that made.it popular in the first place.
So we quietly chilled.out in the garden center for a little bit by ourselvrs, drinking wine amd eating dinner. Our own little garden party. But eventually we had to hike.up.into the woods. But what to do with this giant bag of.wine? As we hiked out in the dusk, Becca's solution for the wine was to run her chest strap through the box handles and let it dangle there. Hilarious.
We barely made it to the woods and stopped there so we.could go back to the pasture to watch the sun set. We had no desire to carry this wine, so we stayed up drinking and listening to This American Life.
I think the wine might make us sleep more.
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