Book : A Walk In The Woods Rediscovering America On The...

-Titulo Original : A Walk In The Woods Rediscovering America On The Appalachian Trail

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Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. We hiked till five and camped beside a tranquil spring in a small, grassy clearing in the trees just off the trail. Because it was our first day back on the trail, we were flush for food, including perishables like cheese and bread that had to be eaten before they went off or were shaken to bits in our packs, so we rather gorged ourselves, then sat around smoking and chatting idly until persistent and numerous midgelike creatures (no-see-ums, as they are universally known along the trail) drove us into our tents. It was perfect sleeping weather, cool enough to need a bag but warm enough that you could sleep in your underwear, and I was looking forward to a long nights snooze--indeed was enjoying a long nights snooze--when, at some indeterminate dark hour, there was a sound nearby that made my eyes fly open. Normally, I slept through everything--through thunderstorms, through Katzs snoring and noisy midnight pees--so something big enough or distinctive enough to wake me was unusual. There was a sound of undergrowth being disturbed--a click of breaking branches, a weighty pushing through low foliage--and then a kind of large, vaguely irritable snuffling noise.Bear!I sat bolt upright. Instantly every neuron in my brain was awake and dashing around frantically, like ants when you disturb their nest. I reached instinctively for my knife, then realized I had left it in my pack, just outside the tent. Nocturnal defense had ceased to be a concern after many successive nights of tranquil woodland repose. There was another noise, quite near.Stephen, you awake? I whispered.Yup, he replied in a weary but normal voice.What was that?How the hell should I know.It sounded big.Everything sounds big in the woods.This was true. Once a skunk had come plodding through our camp and it had sounded like a stegosaurus. There was another heavy rustle and then the sound of lapping at the spring. It was having a drink, whatever it was.I shuffled on my knees to the foot of the tent, cautiously unzipped the mesh and peered out, but it was pitch black. As quietly as I could, I brought in my backpack and with the light of a small flashlight searched through it for my knife. When I found it and opened the blade I was appalled at how wimpy it looked. It was a perfectly respectable appliance for, say, buttering pancakes, but patently inadequate for defending oneself against 400 pounds of ravenous fur.Carefully, very carefully, I climbed from the tent and put on the flashlight, which cast a distressingly feeble beam. Something about fifteen or twenty feet away looked up at me. I couldnt see anything at all of its shape or size--only two shining eyes. It went silent, whatever it was, and stared back at me.Stephen, I whispered at his tent, did you pack a knife?No.Have you get anything sharp at all?He thought for a moment. Nail clippers.I made a despairing face. Anything a little more vicious than that? Because, you see, there is definitely something out here.Its probably just a skunk.Then its one big skunk. Its eyes are three feet off the ground.A deer then.I nervously threw a stick at the animal, and it didnt move, whatever it was. A deer would have bolted. This thing just blinked once and kept staring.I reported this to Katz.Probably a buck. Theyre not so timid. Try shouting at it.I cautiously shouted at it: Hey! You there! Scat! The creature blinked again, singularly unmoved. You shout, I said.Oh, you brute, go away, do! Katz shouted in merciless imitation. Please withdraw at once, you horrid creature.Fuck you, I said and lugged my tent right over to his. I didnt know what this would achieve exactly, but it brought me a tiny measure of comfort to be nearer to him.What are you doing?Im moving my tent.Oh, good plan. Thatll really confuse it.I peered and peered, but I couldnt see anything but those two wide-set