Disjointed Notes from the Trail:

Me with my main man for the next 10 days
Me with my main man for the next 10 days

It’s my first night on the ECT and I’m not far from puch Cove camping in a very.. uneven spot behind a sign on the trail indicating a little-known place called Hollow Cove. The whole place, while beautiful, is cold. Icebergs breaking on the bay below, a lonely foghorn in the distance and an insidious chill that haunts. In a moment of indulgence I broke open a packet of hot chocolate I snuck out of the United Airways lounge in DC. I have 4 and thought they’d last a while but maybe not.
Sleepingi n my bivy for the first time tonight. I had a 6th sense the last while this may happen… one of those things you kind of knew would happen but in no way could you change the course of events. Setting up my tent one of the poles broke, right at the arch. Its the first time it’s ever happened to me, and it’s a crappy, cold place for it to occur. I’ve been thinking how heavy and how muc space my tent takes up and now on the first night it’s unusable. Bummer. Hopefully my sleeping bag will keep me warm. Might go down to 0 degrees toight.

First night, broken tent.
First night, broken tent.
Snow.
Snow.

The trail is lovely so far and would probablty be even lovelier if I could see more of it. The taxi driver from St. John’s wouldn’t drvie me from Pouch Cove to the trail head on Biscan Cove because the road was gravel. (I didnt think it seemed soo obad but whatever… whasn’t worth the extra $30 he was charging for the 4km and time breathing in his cologn anyways. I hiked about 6km to Cape St. Fracis then back, picked up my bag I’d hid inn the bush, walked through  Pouch Cove and finally found the best site I could. My knee is causing me some serious grief from the ultra injury in March. I hoped it would have healded by nnow, ad definitely thought it would be fine waking. Tomorrow will be pain, I can tell already. Regardless, I think we should stage an ultra here.