8/10 Orford New Hampshire to Lincoln, New Hampshire
Posted by Julio Bonilla on Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I fell off the bike
Ariving into New Hampshire was great. people seemed friendly and we had been given a low price for a good campsite. It rained the whole night before. IT POURED. Luckily, we had set up our tent under the campground shelter area, so we were dry. Luckily.
An adventurous hike welcomed us to New Hampshire by sharing some information; we would be crossing the Appalachian Trail the following day. That meant two things: We were crossing mountains again, and I don't know what else. The Appalachian Trail must be a big deal, maybe. I guess people hike that for days and days. That seems crazy, I can understand biking for days and days but hiking for days and days! I guess I see some similarities.
They said they hadn't seen rain lately. I think they lied because we saw rain forcasted on our phones for the next couple of days. We left the campground when it wasn't raining. Then, it was cloudy all day. At some point it started to lightly rain. A stranger followed us for a while, he was stalking us like a cheetah stalks its prey. Then, when we least expected it. He pulled up in front of us, and he gave us chocolate milk. Then, he drove away, we never saw him again. He also told us about the Appalachian Trail. I think likes to hang out with them; people are friendly to hikers around there. I think that milk was originally meant for the hikers and not for us but he said that on his drive to the Appalachian trail crossing he saw a "bubble" up there and turned back.
I was mesmerized by what he meant by "bubble" but I didn't ask. A "bubble"?
We biked and it lightly rained all day and we biked up hills. And, then we saw it. Up ahead, there were mountains, but we couldn't see them. They were there but from far away you couldn't see them. In the distance, white filled the skies. The mountains were covered up with haze, haze and more haze. I thought it was really cool. I took a video and will learn how to post that at some point. I was excited because the scenery WAS a picture.
Then we made it down one of the mountains, stopped at North Woodstock, NH for some food before climbing our BIG mountain, we thought.
Rain won that day. I would like to say that I put up a good struggle, I wish I could say that everything went smoothly, and I would like to say that we made it to our desired destination, but that wouldn't be true. I would like to tell you that when things went wrong we found a good hotel, but I can't tell you that. I would like to say that when we were denied at the hotel we took refuge in a good campsite, but that didn't happen. I would like to say that even though we had a bad campsite, we had a tent that held one hundred percent against the storm, I would like to say that we slept well that night, but we didn't.
Ariving into New Hampshire was great. people seemed friendly and we had been given a low price for a good campsite. It rained the whole night before. IT POURED. Luckily, we had set up our tent under the campground shelter area, so we were dry. Luckily.
An adventurous hike welcomed us to New Hampshire by sharing some information; we would be crossing the Appalachian Trail the following day. That meant two things: We were crossing mountains again, and I don't know what else. The Appalachian Trail must be a big deal, maybe. I guess people hike that for days and days. That seems crazy, I can understand biking for days and days but hiking for days and days! I guess I see some similarities.
They said they hadn't seen rain lately. I think they lied because we saw rain forcasted on our phones for the next couple of days. We left the campground when it wasn't raining. Then, it was cloudy all day. At some point it started to lightly rain. A stranger followed us for a while, he was stalking us like a cheetah stalks its prey. Then, when we least expected it. He pulled up in front of us, and he gave us chocolate milk. Then, he drove away, we never saw him again. He also told us about the Appalachian Trail. I think likes to hang out with them; people are friendly to hikers around there. I think that milk was originally meant for the hikers and not for us but he said that on his drive to the Appalachian trail crossing he saw a "bubble" up there and turned back.
I was mesmerized by what he meant by "bubble" but I didn't ask. A "bubble"?
We biked and it lightly rained all day and we biked up hills. And, then we saw it. Up ahead, there were mountains, but we couldn't see them. They were there but from far away you couldn't see them. In the distance, white filled the skies. The mountains were covered up with haze, haze and more haze. I thought it was really cool. I took a video and will learn how to post that at some point. I was excited because the scenery WAS a picture.
Then we made it down one of the mountains, stopped at North Woodstock, NH for some food before climbing our BIG mountain, we thought.
Rain won that day. I would like to say that I put up a good struggle, I wish I could say that everything went smoothly, and I would like to say that we made it to our desired destination, but that wouldn't be true. I would like to tell you that when things went wrong we found a good hotel, but I can't tell you that. I would like to say that when we were denied at the hotel we took refuge in a good campsite, but that didn't happen. I would like to say that even though we had a bad campsite, we had a tent that held one hundred percent against the storm, I would like to say that we slept well that night, but we didn't.
