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AT 2017: Days 150 and 151, Rattle River Hostel

These are the clouds of Michelangelo

Hike with Gravity

The next two days of my hike were dull and uneventful.

In other words, they were exactly the way I wanted them to be.

Date
Weather Intermittent rain with a high temperature of around 60°F
Today's Miles 0.0 miles
Trip Miles 1,870.4 miles

I had only three goals in mind for my zero days at Rattle River Hostel: rest, relaxation and recuperation; and not necessarily in that order.

The only schedule I kept was to wake up in time for breakfast, which was included in the cost of my stay.

I didn’t want to do much else. What little I did was often done while putting ice on my ankle and keeping it elevated. That included watching a four-hour Grateful Dead documentary on Amazon Prime and calling my dad.

One of the few things I did that didn't involve sitting on the couch was making two resupply trips to Walmart. Why two? The second one was mostly just to give me a reason to get off the couch.

Stick arrived at the hostel late Friday morning and he also went on the second Walmart trip.

Another hiker who went with us to Walmart was a guy with the trail name Tengo Hambre. He kept us laughing for most of the trip to the store as he cracked one joke after another.

We also laughed about his trail name. What was it, someone asked? Tango Hombre? What does that mean, "dances with men?"

No, he corrected. It's Tengo Hambre, which is Spanish for “I am hungry.”

That may be the most fitting name for a hiker I’ve heard.

I made the first trip to Walmart by myself. No one else needed to go that evening, so Yellow and I were Mellow’s only passengers.

On our way back to the hostel, Mellow suddenly stopped his car at the side of the road where it passed a wide spot on the Androscoggin River. Without saying a word, he quickly jumped out of the car and ran across the highway.

It took me a moment to realize why. When I looked up I saw the most magnificent sunset I had ever seen. It seemed that the sky was on fire. Red, orange, yellow and violet hues filled the sky and reflected on the water.

I got out of the car and crossed the road to where Mellow was standing. We snapped several photos and then stood there silently until the sunset began to fade.

It seems a cliché to call a sunset inspiring. I can’t say I was feeling inspired at this moment, anyway.

Certainly, though, I was awed by this beautiful sight. And maybe, just maybe, it was a sign of better days ahead.

I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn turn turn
And I went running down a white sand road
I was running like a white-assed deer
Running to lose the blues
To the innocence in here
These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads

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