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continued on, sounding out our presence<br />
every few minutes.<br />
Bears do frequent the Catskills, and<br />
we had passed a few piles of scat, so I<br />
was pumping adrenaline when I saw<br />
a dark animal move under a tree and<br />
out of sight up the trail. “Jack, I saw it.<br />
There.” We walked a few steps further<br />
to get a better view and I was dumbfounded.<br />
There it was: a wide, black<br />
porcupine, waddling at full tilt away<br />
from us. I could tell it was moving at<br />
full speed, but it was only going about<br />
1 mph, and it was dead set in following<br />
the trail. We continued, now matching<br />
its pace, and providing a berth of<br />
15ft. This allowed the couple to catch<br />
up. “It’s just a porcupine,” I turned<br />
and said, hoping they would cease<br />
the racket that had continued without<br />
a hitch. “OK,” one responded as they<br />
continued slamming their trekking<br />
poles together with irritating intensity.<br />
Wonderful. Just when I thought we<br />
would be stuck following this quilled<br />
tortoise all the way back to the car,<br />
followed by that beautifully composed<br />
metallic cacophony, the porcupine<br />
turned off into the trees. With out a<br />
second’s hesitation, we dusted the two<br />
behind us. The absurdity had me <strong>for</strong> a<br />
while, and I was beaming.<br />
Soon, though, I was reminded of<br />
my thirst and hunger and just<br />
wanted to be done. I was fantasizing<br />
sugary drinks when I caught<br />
up to Jack who was waiting <strong>for</strong> me.<br />
There was a large, comical sign that<br />
read “SPRUCETON 1.5” pointing in<br />
the general opposite direction we had<br />
just come <strong>for</strong> the past hour and mildly<br />
uphill. That was the last straw. All<br />
of my frustration and fatigue boiled<br />
over and I started running angryily,<br />
increasing my pace as I went. Jack<br />
fell off the back but I could just hear<br />
his trekking poles behind me, steadily<br />
clicking away the distance. The final<br />
half mile I sprinted, swearing and<br />
grunting, all the way to Jack’s car. I<br />
reached the lot, but now had to wait<br />
<strong>for</strong> him to unlock the car. I paced<br />
around, still fuming, but allowed my<br />
anger to slowly steam out.<br />
After a small eternity, Jack unlocked<br />
the car and we split a water<br />
bottle. I walked across the street to<br />
a shallow stream to baptize myself in<br />
its freezing waters. First, with extreme<br />
care, I took off my boots and gingerly<br />
sunk my feet into the water. Heaven. I<br />
then crawled in, sat down, and slowly<br />
laid my body down and stretched out<br />
my legs, allowing the cold to wash over<br />
me, rinsing away the sweat and the<br />
grime, the dead flies, the aches and<br />
pains, and all the frustration. We did<br />
it. After a few more minutes of this,<br />
I sat up, looking at the evening sky,<br />
thankful <strong>for</strong> the day.<br />
Though most trails are<br />
marked we managed to<br />
lose our way. Luckily, a<br />
nice couple lent us their<br />
map and we headed off<br />
in the right direction.<br />
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