From Hazard’s notes:
Day 81: July 29, 2009
Travel:
From: Long Hill Road, NY (Via NYC, NY – Grand Central Station)
To: Morgan Stewart Shelter, NY
Beginning: 3:30pm
Ending: 8:30pm
Number of miles hiked:
a) Trail – 11.4
b) other – .4 into Beacon
c) AT Mile Marker – 1426.7 cumulative
Weather:
AM: Rainy and gross.
PM: Lots more rain.
People: Said goodbye to Sara and Jason. Our cabbie. Fancypants and Gozer in the shelter tonight.
Animals: Not really
Money: $13 train ticket, $10 for breakfast, $5 foot long, $10 for cab ride. $1479 cumulative.
Notes of the day:
AM: Another early day, but this time we had to gather all of our gear up to get ready to leave. Sara had an interview in the city later so she went with us to Grand Central Station. On the way we got a whole lot of weird looks with our packs on while cruising down the subway during rush hour. We bought our ticket and figured out when the train was leaving (9:55am) and then hunted down food. I was craving a panini and happened to find a place called Panotech, I think. Either way a ham and Brie sandwich was purchased and it was good. I also got a bagel and a Gatorade. Spoon bought a yogurt cake with black and white icing that was also amazing. We jumped on the train heading to Beacon, NY, the closest town to where we left the trail. On the train I worked on journals and ate my breakfast then got up to use the restroom and when I emerged the guys were gone and so was my stuff. Apparently the train was pulling out of the station where I needed to get off and I scrambled to find someone to confirm that fact. An attendant pretty much told me I screwed up and would have to get off at the next stop and wait for a train going the opposite direction. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long and was on my way back to Beacon. All in all I wasted everyone about 30-40 minutes. I’m really feeling completely out of my head and dragging everyone else down with my condition.
PM: We walked into town and to the post office first so I could send my shirts off to Raleigh. Then back the way we came towards the outfitter, but not before a $5 foot long at subway where they also had WiFi so I could send a couple emails and the guys could check their mail. Once at the outfitter we asked if they offered a shuttle back to the trail. They did not, so we had to resort to calling a taxi. Since we had some time to kill I figured I’d work on my journal, but when I go to turn on my iPod it doesn’t turn on. It doesn’t do anything. Then the sky opens up and it starts pouring rain. At this point, sitting outside the outfitter, is my lowest point on the trail so far. With things not working or broken, my hand in disarray, and my latest screw up, I just felt like I didn’t want to be out here anymore. When the cab arrived we piled in and cruised off to pick up another guy who ended up being dropped off at the local correctional facility as a visitor. I tried to take a nap while Spoon struggled to get the driver to where we needed to be. We finally got to the trailhead and the rain was still coming down so we paid our driver 30 bucks and hiked on. Only hiking with one pole and a gimp hand makes for a slow Hazard. I got to the nights shelter well after the other guys and right as it got dark. I made dinner under the roof of the shelter while I was completely soaked. This was not a great way to get things rolling after a nice break.