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I scrambled down to my pack near the hut as fast as my legs could carry me, picked up my pack and kept hauling it down the Valley Way, struggling to keep a decent pace over the upper rocky sections. I could have swore the bottom 2 miles were pretty smooth! Finally, I arrived at the Randolph Path junction, with only 10 minutes to spare. As I churned out the last mile at full tilt, arriving at Appalachia minutes before the clock ran out, I couldn't help but think of how absurd this is. How wonderfully meaningless, I thought with a grin. Final time was 23 hours, 57 minutes.I crossed the road from Appalachia, as is now the custom, and performed the Post-Prezzy Traverse Baptism Ritual once again in the sacred waters of Durand Lake. Splash. Next |