Anticipation. And planning. And researching resupplies towns. And unpacking and repackaging dehydrated food that that no right minded person should ever consider eating. I love the planning aspect of backpacking almost as much as I like to actually hike, but I’m officially ready to move this adventure from my kitchen table to the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
I need a break from thinking about dehydrated pasta, the weight of boxer briefs, and remote resupply towns that may or may not currently exist. Fortunately, It’s a beautiful simmer day in Vermont, and I’m in the company of some good friends.
The “Bolton Potholes” are a local favorite, as far a swimming holes are concerned. This section of river flows through three pools that have been slowly carved into the bedrock. A bit farther up the river, an enigmatic garden of cairns grows in size and intricacy throughout the summer months. One by one, the visitors of this special place add stones to the spectacle. It’s a bit like a communal sculpture that reappears annually. After an hour or so of stacking rocks in the river, Muff and I decide that we are playing with natures Legos, “Hippie Legos.”
My “dudefriend,” Taywah, is here too. The sacrifices that are made for long-distance hikes are plentiful, but some are clearly more difficult than others.