Bushcamp (1459.2) Bushcamp (1479.5)
It rained overnight and continued until around 7.30am. I was in no rush so enjoyed a lazy breakfast in the tent. The trail followed sections of the Housatonic River until I hiked into the town of Kent to resupply.
The town of Kent is unlike any other trail town to date. I’m now in New England. People were no longer driving large pick up trucks. Everyone seemed to be driving Subaru, Volvos and Porches. There was disposable income in this town. Antique shops, chocolate shops and trendy cafes. And a school that looked like it cost a fortune to attend. The town of Kent has suffered a bad reputation among hikers as not being friendly. Several friendly locals stopped to chat with me, in fact as I was hiking the one mile back to the Appalachian Trail a friendly guy in a Subaru pulled over and asked if I wanted a lift back to the trail. This was certainly a friendly town.
While getting my lift back to the trail I was told the expensive school I hiked past cost $100000 per year to attend. I wish I took a photo to show how lovely the buildings, gardens and playing fields were. There was certainly a lot of pride in the presentation of the school and the whole town in general. As I hike further north in New England I wonder if it will continue.
Out of town there were some occasional steep sections of trail before it dropped down to follow the flat valley of the Housatonic River. Pleasant, easy hiking on beautiful flat trail. The miles came easy but not all was well with me.
I was feeling very tired. The weather wasn’t very hot but it was very humid. I haven’t been dry all day as a bake in my own sweat. Fatigued and nauseous I stopped to take a photo of an amazing bug. I dropped my new camera with my sweaty hands. It landed on a rock and damaged the case. The flash looks like it’s broken.
I was feeling more nauseous as the day progressed. There was a warning posted on a tree about a dangerous river crossing. In my weak state I wasn’t sure if I would attemp it or go around the one mile long detour. I wandered down to the river and crossed the steam without getting my feet wet. But I was now beyond tired. I needed to make camp and rest. It was another mile or two before I found a flat spot for my tent. I was surprised to find out that I’d hiked over 20 miles today. That’s a big day considering how awful I felt. I was still nauseous and struggled to blow up my mattress. Also, I was unable to stomach eating any food. Tomorrow is a new day.