Date: 2012-05-16
From: Chatfield

To: Lynn Camp Creek
Miles today: 19.6

I¡au¡o gra34us rytas ir a¡ ¡e¡ta ryto 34valiai 34ingsniavau i¡ilgai Vaught Branch upelio kranto, keleta kartu kirsdamas vaga per skersai permestus rastus ar tiesiog ¡okinedamas per ky¡ancius i¡ vandens riedulius. Neu34ilgo buvau ties Settlers Muziejaus mokykla. U34ejau vidun, u34siregistravau 34urnale ir atsisedes i mokyklini suola papusryciavau. Nejauciu nostalgijos mokyklos laikams, taciau ¡i buvusi sena mokykla, jos inventorius ir aplinka man labai primine vaikystes laiku viena megstamiausia knyga ¢ O.Lutso ¢Pavasari¢. A¡ ja tur but esu perskaites milijona kartu.Tuoj u34 mokyklos takas vede per smarkiai rasota pieva ir a¡, nenoredamas ¡lapinti batu, ¢perbridau¢ ja isispyres i basutes, su kuriomis paprastai bunu apsiaves stovyklavieteje.Neu34ilgo pasiekiau I-81 plenta, sociai papusryciavau vietiname restoranelyje vadinamu Barn, truputi apsiprekinau degalines parduotuveleje ir vel traukiau toliau. Toliau takas dailiai vingiuodamas vede per saules nulietas pievas ir ganyklas. Prie¡ pat panyrant mi¡ko unksmen, atsisedau ant 34oles, nusiaviau batus, kojines ir gerai viska i¡sid34iovinau. 12velgiau i tolumoje horizonte stuksanti kalnagubri nuo kurio vakar vakare fotografavau, masciau ir ka34kokia ramuma po truputi u34pilde krutine. Sunku apsakyti ta jausma, kai vienoje vietoje susipina savoti¡kas liudesys del ka34kur toli begalineje erdveje likusiu artimuju, d34iaugsmas ir pasidid34iavimas savimi kad gali daryti tai, kas kitiems butu, geriausiu atveju, bauginanciai nesuprantama.Nakvoti stojau ant upelio kranto, koki gera pusmyli nuo Knot Maul ¡elterio, kur takas ¡okdamas per tilteli daro 180° posuki. Labai gera vieta nakvynei yra cia: i¡ akmenu sukrautas ugniakuras ir atsisesti rastas pamestas ¡alia jo yra.---|---05/16/12 (Wednesday) 19.6 - 557.3 Chatfield - Lynn Camp CreekDawned a beautiful morning and at sixth I zippy went along of the Vaught Branch stream bank, several times crossing the riverbed by logs slung across the stream or just hopping over boulders protruding from the water. Soon I was at the Settlers Museum School. I had turned in, signed up in the logbook, sat down in the classroom and ate my first breakfast. I feel no nostalgia for school days, but this was an old school, its equipment and the environment very much reminded me of my childhood times, and my favorite book - O. Luts "Spring." I have possibly read this book a million times.Immediately out of school trail led through the seriously dewy meadow and I, not wanting to wet shoes, "crossed" it in the sandals with which usually'm wearing in campsite.Not long after I have reached the I-81 interstate, ate my big breakfast at the local Barn restaurant, bought some snacks in gas stations convenient store and headed further. Then, the trail winding gracefully led through sunny meadows and pastures. Just before dipping under forests thicket I sat down on the grass, took off shoes and socks and dried up well everything. I looked into ridge jutting in the distant horizon from which I took pictures last night, and some kind of calmness slowly filled my chest. It is hard to describe the feeling when in the one place intertwined a kind of sadness about relatives remaining somewhere far away in infinite space, and the joy and pride that you can do what others are terrifyingly baffled about, at best. The night I¢m gonna spend on the stream bank, half mile north from the Knot Maul shelter where the trail jumped through the bridge making 180° turn. It is a good place for the night: fireplace and the log to sit down next to it is here.