Date: 2005-06-16
From: mount cube

To: warren nh
Miles today: 0.0

Im kinda giggin this heres a page from my journalday 124having pressed a 15 mile day into 23 and finding this postage stamp to sleep on on mount cube i pack up eat the beloved poptarts and scare the shit out of frenchie who dosent see me sitting off the trail in the early morning fog. was gonna hit the dancing bones eco village cuz im like a demi god to them all who know me know that im BONES and that i love to dance like a club kid out in the woods but it just wasnt in the guts and i run on all instinct at this point so i hike on so i trudge through the highest density mozzy swamp ive been thru so far. all those lazy punks waitin for oz fest tickets i live for free with MOZZ fest every day. so i catch up with frenchie and jeffe and we eat lunch at the litter strewn roadside cuz the bugs seem to be elsewhere. so while choking down lemon zest tuna the most repetitive of the flavored tunas some wankers roll by get out look at the trail and realize its 2 miles not .2 to the pond and are having none of that. soldiering on i hear some 4 wheelers sho nuff bout 1/2 mile down the trail here are these 2 fat asses 1 with git er done 1 with live free or die t-shirts on have these giant wheelers on the trail i look at them talk and realize that they have no idea where they are and what kind of whoring their doin to the trail. MORONS i dilly down to the road knowing full well im not going to the hostel hikers welcome im not playin that bs today i get a hitch with a lady returning some injured kid o the trial. talk about podunk i realize that im not gettin vitamin c supplements here but she reccomends the garlic clove over the diner and that seals it for me. so im sittin at the gas station sippin gator-ade and in roll a couple of 4 cyl beaters i ask whad up? they say theres a track down the road a few miles. they who know bones know i stop for any and all things racing and this could be a chance to see yankee racing at its yankee ist. but first fill the gullet. to the garlic clove for some awesome chix carbonara choc full of no less than 8 cloves of roasted garlic that should piss off some skeeters then i decide f-it im goin racin. so back to the gas station make a sign out of a paper plate that says to the races and thumb it. some race cars roll in and i ask for a ride and there yankee a-holes so im back at the road and finally the oldest guy toting the #4 moody lumber napa dodge charger says "hey dewd trow yah stuff in tha cah" i hop in his truck and am off to the track. we get to the track early and i spend the time eatin some fries and watchin a fat girl pop the zits on her boyfriends back and admiring who i later learned was the bouchee family and the many drivers that they brought to the track. eventually it was time to g green and i was treated to some clay racing that wasnt half bad. as luck would have it it was the same wekend that nascar was in Nh and one of jimmy johnsons crewmembers was at the track to compete thankfully the locals showed him no mercy beat the piss out of him and my night was happy. they cocncluded with an 80 car enduro that was balls to the walls and its getting to be about 10:30 and im 20-30 miles from the trail so i throw on the pack 'jan ' and hold out my to trail sign. i hear hey u a thru hiker either that or a poorly dressed race fan i think but as luck would have it an older gentleman comes down who was a hiker an says hed get me back to the trail. i rest watch the end of the race and meet up with him he offers going back to his place getting a shower sleeping in a bed and having breakfast before i climb mt mousilakee whos not down with that. so that was a wrap mmm mmm mmm i love this trail