AT14 Day 56: And we danced...

7/9 wednesday
Monson->in the middle of the trail .2 past mile marker 2019
2067->2019

And we danced, and we cried
And we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
'Cause tonight's the night
Am I right?

Dance!

See, so you see.  I can hear the music.  And I love to dance.  Unfortunately, this last week had really shook me up. With zero, near zeros, falls, survival sleeping and stressing out; I had lost my MoJo.  So we went to work. Slowly I was gaining my confidence. It helped that the conversation between Dave and I was flowing.  It distracted me and uplifted me. Dave was similar in many ways and we agreed on a lot of random topics. It was like have a bunch of Eureka moments. We talked about running, the Wasatch and even were planning an attempt on Nolans 14.  All this was getting me motivated.  We cruised along into the evening. Right about the time we needed headlamps, we reached the top of the last real climb of the AT.  Except Katahdin of course.  It was a sweet moment. The almost full moon poking through the clouds making them look like golden nuggets.  As we made our way into the night. I began thinking we should probably have a little nap as I didnt think 40 hours of straight moving(111miles to BSC) would have me feeling too good to summit katahdin.  So I mentioned this. But then it turned into well if we arent going to summit Katahdin for another day, then why not get some more sleep.  So we decided 4:30 was a good amount of sleep. Found a spot and threw down. It was 12:30 and we were all set to sleep. Suddenly it began to rain.  It was only sprinkles but it lasted past the time I fell asleep. I couldnt help but chuckle.  Here we are; suppose to be gorgeous weather for a few days and we gots sprinkles for dessert...only the AT:-). 


And I danced, and I cried
And I laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

Maybe not the classiest songs. But it sums it up pretty well. I have a lot of respect for Mr Macklemore.  The songs about a party-and that is what the AT was for me.  One big long hell of a party. 

And we danced, and we cried
And we laughed and had a really, really, really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

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