This post will make more sense if you have already read the previous post, where I discuss going to France.
It’s very strange right now. I don’t recall ever feeling this way.
Got to the Doyle in Duncannon yesterday and had lunch.
Due to its proximity to Harrisburg, and it’s Amtrak station, I was planning on getting of the trail here and head to New York. But I have been a day or two behind my tribe for two weeks and wanted to see them one last time. So I guessed where they would be and hired a shuttle to get me 30 miles up the road. As I said before, I was pleased that I guessed correctly because they all showed up! Had a nice night catching up a bit. I wanted to see Two Shoes before I left, as we first met way back in Georgia and hiked quite a bit of the trail.
But once lunch was done in Duncannon, that was it. I was done with the trail. It was a very strange feeling. Feeling lost, with no direction. Three months of planning and goals and determined walking. And now nothing. Very very strange. I know I will be walking again soon, for another two months, but that still seems well into the future.
But the 30 mile stretch I skipped is equal to two nice hiking days and I am here a bit before I meant to be.I can’t zero for five days. Well I could….
I don’t have to resupply anymore.
No planning water stops.
It’s a taste of how my fellow hikers will feel in Maine, or wherever they get off. The routine ends in a moment. No more shelters. No more looking for bears or peeing off the trail.
I have spent the last two nights with this grassy couple that opens up their yard and house to hikers, letting us tent, use the grill,etc for free. Super nice. It’s been nice to hang out with the hikers before saying goodbye.
I’m meeting my cousin in New York for the weekend, heading to the Met, getting a smaller backpack, a Cronut…
I might head to New York early and fa dry around.
I fly a week from right now.
It was a great ride and I met a lot of wonderful people. Next part should be interesting as well.
Thanks for reading.