We awoke early. That is, of course, to say I awoke early and engaged in the arduous task of rousing the others. Sweet Cheeks cursed my name, and waking her was reminiscent of The Exorcist. Books and Zagat decided to sleep late and catch up with us. Ironically, however, it took the rest of us so long to get moving that they were only about 20 minutes behind us.
As Sweet Cheeks and I began hiking, we encountered Backpacker, who had also stayed at the RPH Shelter. He asked us to stop, and we conversed for some time. Backpacker offered us words of encouragement. Then, he gave us trail mix and $20 each to help with our journey.
Our plan was to hike 27 miles, finishing New York and moving into Connecticut. That plan was quickly forgotten, though, when we reached Mountain Top Market in Stormville, a mere five miles from our starting point. Gilgamesh was discussing the possibility of him leaving the trail. And, with beer readily available, the drinking commenced.
Thankfully, Gilgamesh didn't turn into Poseidon, throwing fish and bottled water. However, both Gilgamesh and Zagat became quite inebriated, and I called my father for extraction. Nothing productive would come of the day.
We ventured to Hurley for showers and warm beds.
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