Somewhere in Pennsylvania I began to loose patience and with it the “magic” of living on the AT. I can point to many adversities: wet slippery boulders, gnats, boredom; but wherever it went, I couldn’t seem to get it back. But Vermont is too beautiful to be miserable. So little by little, I’ve come back to life. And maybe that’s the trick, focusing on the little things that are beautiful.  I found myself taking pictures again.  And I’ve had some really good days of hiking. Tomorrow I finally arrive in New Hampshire with only one state and 442 miles to go!