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Duncannon - Mile 1144 - Jun 20th, 2015
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I don't know if this is a zero or not..
Licking my wounds in Duncannon, PA. I walked maybe 2 miles to the north of town today. After a night in the little league baseball dugout, I was pretty tired, my feet hurt and I have begun drinking $1.50 budweisers in a local hole in the wall. I doubt I am walking anymore as its supposed to rain between 1-3 inches overnight. I spent most of the day charging my phone and battery pack at the local gas station. I started scratching lottery tickets for entertainment. Contrary to last week; never ride it out. Never trust it. Never gamble. It's a long, hard ride... Cost me a good chunk of change. What a fool!
Oh well. I said it earlier, its just money...
I am celebrating the birth of my first Nephew! I hope to be a good uncle to that boy. Maybe teach him craps or blackjack at an early age. There are valuable lessons learned by throwing away money. No, golfing, camping and maybe how to paint a wall will be my lasting impressions. I can't wait to teach him life's lessons.
I am at mile 1144.
I hit the halfway point a couple days ago, did a 30 mile day, saw a rattlesnake and my ankle has recovered tremendously. The black raspberries are everywhere and blueberries and blackberries should be ready soon.
Each day is exciting again.
My shorts have numerous holes, my socks are all wet, it rains everyday, I ditched my tent for a tarp and need new shoes.
Good news, my pack is so light!
I bet I'm under 30 lbs even with water and food.
It's amazing. I can fly.
I've become a billy-goat. I can scramble up and down mountains, eat anything, live in the dirt and have grown an ugly, twisted goatee. I live on the fringe of society. Under bridges and makeshift shelters.
I love every moment of it.
In some ways, however, this lifestyle is very glamorous. Everyone treats you like a celebrity, has a million questions and treats you like family. You get a lot of free stuff, get a lot of attention and are patted on the back for what you are doing. It's sort of like being a minor league ball player. Or so I would imagine.
I don't mind any of it. I am happy sleeping on the ground. Hiking in the woods all day. Heading north by foot. I do dirty well. I'm born for this.
I'll try and give some more trail oriented details on the next post. For now, a drink.
To Broderick Michael McLean!
Welcome to the cruel, wonderful world. I got your back from here on out. Just call your uncle Michelangelo.
You know you were named after me right?
Jason
Duncannon - Mile 1144 - Jun 20th, 2015