Nothing Great Ever Comes Easy
They say that "Nothing great ever comes easy." If that 's true, the ADT is the greatest trail ever. After spending a rough night sleep getting used to my gear and cramping, I left Redden State Forest with a desire to put Delaware behind me. It wasn't long before I realized this was an impossible goal. My feet slowly began to form blisters in all the places that hadn't received them up to this point. I would have to spend a zero and take care of them.
I spied some Jackass's in a nearby pasture and made a b-line for them to make my aquantance and give my feet a respite from the blacktops scorching surface. The bests of burden were happy to meet me and after I gave them what was left of my granola, I talked myself into hiking on.
Upon resuming my hike, I started to severely cramp and knew I had to get some electrolytes in Bridgeville. The day was shaping up to be a total loss. I quickly planned an overnight stay in town to deal with the water balloons on my ever enlarging feet and to feast on electrolyte infused water.
As the day forged it's unrelenting humor upon me, it would also deliver me a blow below the belt. There was no lodging available in Bridgeville and the nearest hotel was in Seaford, another ten miles further away from the trail. Before leaving town I bought some Gatorade at the Dollar Store and stood out front and quickly dumped its contents into my parched mouth. The employee that sold me the drink stepped outside for a cigarette, approached me and asked, "Where are you going with a backpack?" After digesting my tale, and my dilemma, he volunteered to drive me into Seaford.
I have stocked up on electrolytes, performed surgery on my feet, washed my clothes, and eaten a healthy meal. I have twelve miles of trail left in Delaware, but there is 10 miles between me and the trail. Getting back to the trail should be interesting.
