Brooklyn Bound

This trip hasn't been one continuous adventure in the woods from Georgia to here, but more so a composite of many small adventures. Resupplying in towns, meeting family and friends and grabbing gear have been the excuses that catapult us into undiscovered cities and countryside.
A case of chronic foot fatigue sent us to Manhattan, only 45 miles southwest of the trail and in a matter of hours the forms around us turned from organic white pines to man made lines.
The soft ambling of a creek as it passes towards the sea is the speed which we are now accustomed to and the city brought back the speed of society. It was invigorating though, a quick but enjoyable change of pace. The ability to spend the night in Brooklyn exploring prospect park and the hidden gems of Vanderbilt ave. was refreshing and staying with Bethany was a true saving grace.
In less than twenty four hours though, we were back on the trail and the harsh heat of early June was bearing down on us once again. It was as if New York wanted to break us, the air thick in the lungs and the hills so steep they'd almost crash over you like a coastline surf. The miles drug by slowly and even the reward of the first trail swim did little to lighten our mood.
Today's trek proved to be promising, with new resolve and a hardened will, we are ready to take on the last third of the trail.