Len and I slept in. I loved waking up to the sound of the waterfalls and the sun casting soft light into the tent. Quietly I tried to sneak out of bed to make us breakfast. I made us eggs with ham and peppers by the waterfalls using my little pocket rocket stove that's the size of a cigarette pack. It was pretty cool that such a small thing was so important to my survival. I was never very much good at starting a fire so I was grateful that I could just push a little button and set my pot of water on top to boil.
The air had an icy chill to it, so much so that I was getting cold and having a hard time enjoying the moment. The temperature had dropped to 40° at night. To be honest, I had ended up being cold most of the day and had wished I had brought a lightweight jacket with me or even a windproof sweater. While hiking I was sweating but as soon as I stopped I would get goosebumps. We took a half hour lunch break by a river and we filled out water bottles using the Sawyer mini filter and another break when we reached Bourn Pond which was absolutely beautiful and looked great for swimming but again I was too cold to go in. We saw a few tents there and a bunch of rafts people had blown up tied together next to a tree. It looked like it would be a fun place to enjoy on a warmer day.
We hiked from about 10 am to 6 pm. All together it was about nine and a half miles from the Lye Brook waterfalls to the William B. Douglas shelter where we set up camp for our second night.
We met a fun couple who were thru-hiking the Long Trail named Chris and James. They are from New Hampshire and teach at an elementary school. Chris is an art teacher and I believe James said he taught math. We got to chatting with them for a while before going over and setting up our tent on a nice flat spot. I even washed my shirt, underwear, and sports bra in a large gallon Ziploc bag with some water I had leftover and a little bit of Castile soap. It didn't do much for the smell but it at least felt a little cleaner. I then used the extra rope I had from the fly of my tent to make a clothesline between two pine trees.
While setting up a girl about my age came by looking around for a flat spot. I said hello and introduce myself but she didn't seem much interested in chatting. Maybe she was just exhausted from hiking all day and wasn't up for much conversation. Which was too bad, because I was excited to see another solo girl hiking.
Len and I went over to the fire pit in front of the shelter to chat with everyone once we were done and ready for dinner. Two more men had joined. One was an older man with a fun accent that I couldn't quite place. He seemed a little eccentric but friendly enough. The other was an AT (Appalachian Trail) through hiker. He went by the trail named Animal. He said he was originally 400lb when he realized that he needed to do something to change his life. He lost a hundred pounds and went on two camping trips. He said he didn't realize how angry he was until he came out to the woods and felt calm for the first time. That's when he knew you wanted to walk the Appalachian Trail. I thought that was pretty inspirational.
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