Apr 24, 2017

Up, as typical, before sunrise. I’ll get a bagel breakfast across the street, pack up my pack, most of which I did last night, and be ready to go, when Doug needs to drop me off at the Bear Mtn Bridge.

After ride back to south side of the bridge, also at north end of the Trail Zoo, what a way to start my day…a very steep, but short hike up to Anthony’s Nose. Heavy all day rain expected tomorrow, so if it holds true, I may take a zero day at the Graymoor Spiritual Life Center, where I’ll camp under there outside pavilion. I can get bigger miles in starting Wednesday, if I zero Tuesday I don’t mind hiking in the rain but stopping for the night and dealing with wet shirt that can’t dry out is not best option, when I can avoid it.

Met a mom and teenage son hiking up to Anthony’s Nose with their dog. Great talk and good example of NY people not in NYC mode. Also, it’s the hiking community mentality of positive living. Getting the blood running thru the body gives endorphins or endorphin-like feelings. As we talked about NYC and San Francisco, she says that SF is always ahead of NYC, which tries to catch up but gets in its own way at times to stop progress that benefits citizens snd not just big biz. BTW, corporations are not citizens, no matter what US Supreme Court says. I guess strict constitutionalism is an issue by issue opinion and not literally accurate for some.

Being this close to NYC in these mountains, I hear sirens a lot. It disturbs my peace. I will soon put music in my ears to deafen the city noise.

‘Follow the yellow brick road’ from Wizard of Oz got stuck in my head for a while, as I followed the white blazed trees.

Oh my oh my oh my….I’ve hiked to the Appalachian Deli. Wow! I’m having a hot sandwich with cheetos and a gatorade. I’m taking a break before I help build the raised wood walkway for AT that is near the deli. Since I’m only a half mile hike to my campsite for the day, I’m quite happy to help. It turns out that the bog that this raised walkway is being constructive over has a depth of over a foot in places and at a depth over my hiking shoes over the entire constructiion area. So, I helped transport 2 15–20 ft 4" wood boards to the first upright suoports, but I couldnt help further without the knee high rubber boots that the volunteers were wearing. I can’t afford to have entirely drenched shoes for the next 6–7 days of hiking to Salisbury, CT. They appreciated what help I gave them and, as hikers, they understood and agreed.

I hiked the 1/2 mile to Graymoor Spiritual Ctr, a Franciscan ministry, found the hikers pavilion and posted up my home for the night, if not two nights. They have potable water and electricity here, so I can keep my phone charged. Shortly after I arrived, they played a series of harmonic church bells that echoed over the many acres of their grounds. I’m happy to be here. The pavilion has a roof and concrete floor, so it’s airy. If the rain cones with wind, I’ll set my tent ground cover, mattress, and quilt on top of one of the picnic tables inside the pavilion, to avoid having to set up my tent to stay dry on the ground. It seems like I’ll be serenaded each hour, hopefully not all night, by the music of the bells here at Graymoor. Beautiful, but not sure how deep I’d sleep waking every hour.

I hope the rain isn’t too hard or cold, so that I can continue hiking north. I got CT on my mind.


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