Stealth again

I’ve been back on the trail for a few days, starting from Warwick, New York. That’s where I left off in 2016 after breaking my foot. I was lucky enough to get a ride down from my friend Lisa. 

I’ve stayed at a shelter once, stealth camped several times, and had a day at a friend’s house! Not only did I get to sleep in a soft bed there, but I had a gourmet meal of homemade pasta with cream sauce in freshly foraged morel mushrooms. 

I am writing this from inside the comfort of my tent, snuggled next to Boomer who seems happy to be back on the trail. He had a bath the day before we left, but he smells like dirty dog and so does the tent. Oh well. 

The first night of stealth camping, I was located in biodiversity central: saw-whet owl, Great horned owl, Whippoorwill, spring peepers, coyote, roosters, and morning songbirds. 

I’ve already encountered trail magic twice, consisting of fresh water. My favorite thing to receive, no matter what else is offered. 

Just keeping this short to preserve my phone battery. But I’m surviving back on the trail.