Oh snap, cold snap! Those were the words that ran through my head as the biting cold woke me up from a deep sleep. The clouds had lifted and the temperature quickly dropped about 10 degrees. It’s time to get some new gear!
After spending way too much money at EMS, I continued on the trail ready for anything I thought the Northeast could throw at me. Money well spent in my opinion. Waterproof shoes, sleeping bag liner, new thermals…to start my shopping spree. I won’t get into too much detail, but now I’m set. After a few days tramping in the snow and sleeping through sub-freezing nights, I think I’ve finally acclimated to my new fate.
Some prefer fire, some prefer ice. If you know me, you know I hold with those who favor fire. However, the snow is also great and shall suffice for now…or at least for the next 700 miles or so. I hate to advocate this type of insanity to anyone, but it has always worked for me.
I never thought I’d come to the point where my body accepts 35 degrees as “Balmy Hiking Weather.” But, here I am, trekking on, cold as Jane Fonda’s bleak soul.
Bonus to those who understand the myriad of references I just laid out (plagarized).