I suppose it was the result of running two times in four days, but my left hip was extremely painful as I drove. I knew from experience that I only needed to get out of the car and walk around for a few minutes to relieve this, but I wanted to make good time and so kept shifting the position of my butt constantly to find relief.
The
drive was beautiful. I reached the
foothills before dark and enjoyed the winding, mountain roads with virtually no
traffic on them. I arrived in downtown
Keene Valley and the Noon Mark Diner at about 8:30 p.m. where I had a dinner of
bean and bacon soup and a turkey burger.
Paul called to say he was in Pennsylvania and driving through the night,
expecting to arrive in Keene Valley in time for breakfast at the Diner.
I
drove to the public parking lot, a small gravel parcel that can hold about 15
cars. It has a grassy area adjacent and
I parked at the far end, the only vehicle.
It was dark and I quickly unfolded my ground cloth, put down my bed roll
and sleeping bag and climbed inside. It
was a cool, completely clear night and so I laid there, glasses on, and
searched the sky for shooting stars – of which there were many.
I
love the big skies and sleeping under them without a tent is reason enough to
drive the 8 hours to get there. It seems
that the stars were too plentiful for the sky; they were so crowded together. I dozed off until around 1 a.m. when another
car pulled in the lot and two campers disembarked. They went so far as to pitch a tent;
something I’d never considered because I wasn’t even sure I should be sleeping
there. Good to know since I’d be
returning in two weeks with Heidi and John and if it was raining, would need a
tent. They finally got settled in and I
returned to a restless, but wonderful sleep.
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