Location: Ore Hill
I finally left Hikers Welcome hostel this morning. I started hiking at about 10:30am. Before I left this morning, the three brothers that I had last seen at Rattle River arrived at the hostel. I was surprised to see that they were still out on the trail. The middle brother, I heard, had been caught in Gorham, NH the day I left trying to purchase hiking equipment with a stolen credit card. The other two brothers, the rumor has it, had to bail him out of jail. Word about these kinds of events travels quickly. Northbounders at the hostel already had heard about the incident and the hostel caretakers, Ffej and Phatt Chapp, knew to be wary. Ffej=Jeff.
I met a new challenge on the trail today, the heat. Temperatures in the valley reached the 90’s quickly this morning. Sweat poured off my body, dripping from my chin and eyebrows like a running faucet. I didn’t have any difficult climbs today, but the heat drained me. As it always is when I leave town, I dragged painfully down the trail. Towns always seem to make me lazy. My pack always seems the heaviest when I leave, and the only thing that I can think about it taking another zero day. When I got to Ore Hill Shelter, I knew that I could go no further. I had beaten the afternoon thundershower to the shelter, but I got trapped in the privy shortly thereafter. The rain fell for only about twenty minutes, as is usual for afternoon showers, but it fell hard. I decided to stay in the privy and wait out the storm because I knew I would be soaked if I walked the 200ft back to the lean-to
Once I finally got out of the privy. I returned to the shelter to work on my journal. Towns always cause me to fall behind on my writing.