Vermont continues, for one more day. I’m tenting at “the secret hostel.” The AT has all these “secret” things that everybody knows about. Unkept secrets. Anyway, this great guy named Dan runs this secret hostel: camp in his barn or tent on his lawn, take a shower, he’ll schlep you around if he has time. Leave a donation or do a little work for stay, if you want. It’s great, because this part of Vermont is either 22-mile days or 8-mile days, and all the shelters have crazy bear activity, per Guthooks. And there aren’t many reliable stealth sites listed. I saw two bears today. They were… assertive. But not aggressive.
The terrain was rigorous yesterday, but it gentled out today. Still a lot of up and down, but not a lot of rocky stuff. Lots of soft pine. Pretty waterfalls and ponds. That section that’s so steep it has an actual ladder; I’d misremembered that as being in New York. I’m looking forward to New Hampshire.
What else? I haven’t seen any NOBOs all day. The lady at the fabulous farm stand up the street said 40 came through yesterday. I wonder if I knew any of them? Today I met Blueberry the flipflopper, which is funny because a few weeks ago somebody asked me if I was Blueberry; I’ve become accidentally color coordinated in the blue-purple neighborhood.