The task before me is feeling monumental. Covering the final 800 miles into Maine from New York feels impossible at the moment. Even though I know it’s not, I can’t imagine actually getting it all done right now. Not in time, not in any enjoyable manner.
I’ve decided to take the Vermonter, an Amtrak operated passenger train, to White River Junction, Vermont, today (August 29) out of NYC. I’ll begin the Whites after a couple days of preparations in Hanover, then it’ll take 3-4 days further to reach them. For me, the majestic views and steep technical climbs of The Whites, on up through the desolate beauty of a fall in Maine, has been the highlight the whole time.
I fear if I don’t drop myself into the thick of things immediately, I’ll abandon trail. I really want to do as much of the trail as possible in linear fashion, and not flip-flop. It just seems to anticlimactic to me.
I’ll likely be taking a little reprieve from the blogging as well. I’ll still be capturing the journey and making notes, and I will publish the stories at some point, as well as all the stuff I have from Pennsylvania to New York. But as I write this from a hostel in New York City, after walking exactly 20 miles within it yesterday until late, I’m just finding… a lack of enthusiasm for things at the moment.
So, the only thing I can think of to do to offset that, is to reduce the load, both miles and work, and go dark for awhile. I’ll drop myself off where I don’t really have a good option to turn around, and just grind it out until I’m not grinding any longer. There’s still 450 miles to go once I land, and undoubtedly the most challenging stretch. There’s still lots of adventure to go. On into the wilds of the north. I’ve got this.