The moon shines bright tonight and the air is warm. I think I am greeted with good fortune on this first day of Spring. Last night I was too frigid and desolate to even scrawl in my journal. Though the day was beautiful, the bleak night practically froze my spirits.
Yesterday I experienced unprecedented trail magic from a man named Apple who maintains a fifteen-man tent with permanent hot dog service. I indulged on a bun. Previous to that I stayed in Franklin, which was an excellent supply of amenities. It was wonderful to rest my bones and blisters in the midst of a violent storm.
Today I practically punished my body with excessive ambitions but I rewarded my mind. I trekked all the way from Cold Spring Shelter to NOC (12 miles) to discover the capitalist siphon of outdoor markets. I pushed past the temptations to a climb I was unprepared for, but of course was greeted with the warm hospitality of the shelter crowd. Right now I cannot elaborate but must conquer weariness. I anticipate a late breakfast feast tomorrow.
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