Date: 2012-05-26
From: Daleville, VA

To: Cove Mtn
Miles today: 25.0
Weather: scattered clouds

05/26/12 (¡e¡tadienis) 25.0 ¢ 747.5 Daleville, VA ¢ Cove Mtn iandien ¢ ka34kokia ¢i¡balamutinta¢ diena. Bet viskas nuo prad34ios.Stipriai papusryciaves, i¡lingavau kelionen. Ka34kur pievose, prie¡ pat kopiant i Fullhardt Knob, sutikau viena ry¡kiais rubais apsirengusi haikeri. Man kilo itarimas, ar tik cia nebus Spot? Taip ir buvo. Sustoje, trumpai persimeteme keliais 34od34iais. Jis eina ¢lengvai¢, mat ka34kur priekyje jo laukia 34mona ir pagaminta vakariene. Tai ji mane pavai¡ino skaniausiomis spurgomis prie¡ keleta dienu. Ot sekasi, pagalvojau. Netrukus Spot nustrakaliavo priekin, o a¡, tempdamas savo sunkia kuprine, masciau apie neteisybe ¡iame pasaulyje. Nieko nepadarysi, kiekvienas ne¡a savo kry34eli.Einu, svajoju, cikadi¡kas triuk¡mas baigia nervus i¡tampyti, kai staiga i¡ paskos man balsas ¢ hello! Net pa¡okau. Pasirodo, man negirdint, prie manes priartejo haikere i¡ Vokietijos vardu Socks, pasisveikino ir nukulniavo toliau. Veliau mane pavijo kitas 34mogelis.  iandien kar¡ta, o jis visas apsimuturiaves nuo galvos iki koju. Klausia jis manes ¢ ar maciau vokiete? Sakau ¢ maciau ¢ dabar ji priekyje. Pralenkia jis mane ir nuskuba tolyn, tik matau kabalduojancia petelne, priri¡ta prie jo kuprines.Nutariau nakvoti Boblets Gap ¡elteryje, Cia kaip tik atradau viena laisva vieta. I¡siviriau valgyti, pasiklojau lova. Ir cia pamaciau keisciausia vaizda. Vokiete, supylusi miltus, mieles ir vandeni i polietilenini mai¡eli, pradejo mai¡yti, minkyti te¡la ir ruo¡esi kepti duona. Kaip pati sake ¢ voki¡ka duona. Sake, kad ji cia valgo tik voki¡ka maista, ir niekada amerikoni¡ko. Nemegstu pasiputimo ir arogancijos. Galvoju, a¡ tave truputi ¢pa34naibysiu¢. Sakau, galejai pasiimti i kelione bratwurst de¡reliu, raugintu kopustu ir alaus ¢ tikro voki¡ko maisto, butu 34ymiai skaniau, negu laukti kol ¢voki¡ka¢ duona i¡keps. Kaip purk¡telejo! I¡ kur tu 34inai apie tikra voki¡ka maista, paklause ji manes!? Sakau, 34inau. Prie¡ dvylika metu buvau Berlyne ir valgiau restorane, kuriame kedes nusvyra kai tu to nesitiki, stalai pakyla iki lubu, skeletai ant sienu sukabineti ir alu chebra sriaubia ir vaiki¡ku naktiniu puodeliu o degtine ¢ i¡ menzuru. Gal sakau tu irgi ten buvai? Tik patempe apatine lupa ir nieko neatsake, matosi - nebuvo.Tada man ir kilo geneali mintis. Susidejau visus savo daiktus atgal i kuprine, atsisveikinau su esanciais nakvotojais ir palikau juos stebeti ¢voki¡ko¢ stebuklo. Prie¡ i¡eidamas dar pasakiau Socks, kad jos duona yra labiau pana¡i i prastai i¡kepta itali¡kos picos blyna.Po to dar nuejau beveik septynias mylias iki Cove Mtn shelter. Keleta myliu iki Bearwallow Gap ejau plentu, kur susipa34inau su Gravity ir Easy. Taip, 34valiai be34ingsniuodami priejome vieta, kur nakciai buvo isikure Spot ir jo nuostabi 34monike. Pavai¡ino jie mane gerimeliu, tik spurgu daugiau neturejo :-). Ir saulelydi nuo Cove kalno pavyko ¢pagauti¢. Nakvynes vieta pasiekiau jau visai sutemus ir paskutine mylia ejau pasi¡viesdamas pro34ektoriuku.---|---It is hard to describe this Day. But everything from the beginning.After heavy breakfast, I was on my journey again. Somewhere in the meadow, just before climbing into Fullhardt Knob, I met in bright clothes dressed hiker. I have a suspicion, he have to be Spot, but is he? And he was. Then we stopped and briefly chatted for a while. He goes "easy" because somewhere in front of him his wife is waiting with homemade dinner. She is a person who few days ago offered me the best doughnut, ever. Oh...how lucky man he is, I thought. Shortly Spot hopped on, and I, dragging my heavy backpack, was thinking about the injustice in this world. And nothing you can do, everyone has to carry his own cross.For some times, I was walking and dreaming only to hear this cicadas crazy noise that completely stretches my nerves, when suddenly from behind me voice - hello! I almost jumped in the air, so uninspected it was.. It turns out that I do not hear when female hiker Socks from Germany came close behind me and saluted. Later, I caught up with another hiker with the skillet attached to his backpack. Despite hot day, he was dressed from head to toe. He asked me - if I have seen a German? I said - I have seen - she is now in front. He hurries away ahead of me. I decided to spend the night Bobblets Gap Shelter. Here, I discovered one vacancy. Made and ate my dinner and set up my bed in the shelter. And here I saw the strangest image. German, poured flour, yeast and water in a polyethylene bag, started mixing, kneading dough, and was preparing to bake bread. As she said - German bread. She said that here in USA she eats only german food, and never american. And german food is the best in the world. I do not like arrogance. I think I¢m gonna pinch her a little. I said you could take on the trip bratwurst sausages, sauerkraut and beer - a truly German food, it would be much tastier than waiting for the "German" bread. She sulked a bit. How do you know about the real German food, she asked me?! "I said, I know. Twelve years ago I was in Berlin and ate in the restaurant, which seats swings when you did not expect, tables rise to the ceiling, skeletons on the walls are hanged. Folks drink beer from potties and vodka - from the medical beakers. Was she there too, I asked? She just pulled her lower lip and said nothing. I saw ¢ she was not.Then I came to a genius idea. I folded in all my belongings back to the backpack, said goodbye to everybody and left them to watch "German" miracle. Before leaving this crammed place, even I said Socks that her bread is more like a badly baked Italian pizza¢s pancake.Then I went seven miles to Cove Mtn shelter. A few miles up Bearwallow Gap, I walked the highway, where I met with Gravity and Easy. Together we came to the place where was located Spot¢s and his amazing wife¢s truck for a night. They treated me with coke only had no more doughnuts :-). I managed to "catch" the sunset from Cove Mtn and walked the last mile in dark with headlight.