Today finds your number one favorite hiking trio in the lovely town of Salisbury, CT. We recently passed the two-thirds mark of our journey and have fewer than 700 miles to go. All eyes are on the prize.
Our day began thusly:
6:00 am — Alarm goes off but hikers remain ensconced in hammocks, unresponsive. Dog barks at sudden noise.
6:30 am — Allure of a day in town is sufficiently exciting to rouse hikers. Many unpleasant minutes spent removing slugs from: shoes, backpacks, raincoats, tarps. Tea and breakfast. Pack up belongings.
8:00 am — Hasty hiking along the Housatonic. Dog spends too much time sniffing.
12:00 pm — Arrive in Salisbury after a ten mile hike, locating the house of a very nice woman who rents out rooms in her house to hikers. Secure dog in room.
12:30 pm — White wine and hamburgers on the patio at the restaurant across the street. Bliss.
After such a lovely time with my family last weekend, we worried that returning to the trail might be rather difficult. Many hikers seem to share our sentiment that this hiking business is all well and good, but the lack of creature comforts is getting a bit tiresome. This week, however, we realized that much can be overlooked given a spirited assortment of hiking companions. While we rarely actually walk with other groups, we appreciate the banter and antics of fellow hikers when we reach our daily destination. It also fosters a pleasant sense of community to hear that, for instance, others are now thinking of Willett’s welfare during particularly hot and rocky stretches.
And now, the photos!
Obviously the iPhone can’t capture the splendor of all moments. This photo is more of a placeholder to remind us of the evening we spent looking out over an incredible field of fireflies–all different types and light patterns–while the full moon rose behind.
There’s a big fat rattlesnake in that crevice. Luckily, a very kind hiker ahead of us left a note held in place with a rock: “Rattle snake within 10 ft —>” We had just come through a torrential thunderstorm, luckily (?), so the snake was ostensibly comatose.
Massachusetts tomorrow and Vermont in a week–these middle states have been short hitters. It’s all uphill from here, though…