1 , 1983 Monday (752.1 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
up at 4:45 and was off as soon as I could see. Got stung by another
bee this morning as I started the long New York road walk. I got
confused when I reached NY 292, the road to Holmes, NY, but finally
got straightened out enabling me to locate the post office and store
only 50 yards down the road from the A.T.. I received a package,
and a letter from Glen Stolar. Met and talked with several people
while packaging and getting food ready. I talked with one attractive
lady named Cathy Miller, from Carmel, NY for quite some time, she
seemed very interested in my stories.
packing, I set off and soon reached Murrow Memorial Park near Pawling,
NY. Many children were swimming in the lake, and I took off my pack,
my socks and boots, and my t-shirt and lay on the sand for a while.
Not knowing the rules, I got up and began to enter the water. Suddenly
they were all yelling at me to get out of the water! Apparently
it was time for only children associated with a particular camp
to be in the water. I had to get out and wait for a while longer
before my little dip. I did not have to wait long for 12:30 to arrive
and the all clear for everyone to swim. I just kind of shrugged
and said to myself, "I am already cooled down from hiking,
maybe later." I did hop in for a short swim right before I
resumed my hike.
Knowing the road walk was soon coming to an end, I stopped at a
house situated along the road to ask the residents if I could get
a little water before continuing into the woods toward Whiley Shelter.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by Suzanne Broidrick, of Wingdale,
NY who allowed me to fill my water bottles, and as an extra bonus
was offered a cold RC Cola to cool me down. We talked for a while
and before leaving, I got invited to breakfast the following morning.
The shelter was not that far away, but I was not sure that I wanted
to retrace my steps in the morning. I said that I was not sure whether
I would be back in the morning, and said goodbye as I continued
on up to the shelter. I arrived at the shelter just as the rain
began to pour out of the sky. I took off my pack and my clothes
and just stood buck naked in the rain. Those scorching days
of summer were here, and this was like free refreshment. I later
discovered that one of the straps on my pack was giving out, so
I decided I had to attend breakfast back down the trail in hopes
of getting a needle and thread to repair the strap before it broke
somewhere down the line. Twenty-five miles for the day.
2012: As a result of my 25 mile day, and more high mileage days
to come, I distanced myself away from the group of hikers I had
been hiking with for almost two weeks now, and had no contact with
any of them until 2012, when Marcel Montville came across my website
and initiated contact.
was sent first class to Tyringham today by my Mother costing $4.50
first class shipping. (See
postal receipt This receipt is hand written over original receipt
because the ink disappeared)
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