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Note: In this installment, Trudy, the Miniature Schnauzer, reports on her traverse of the AT in New Jersey in the winter, 2001. Here's New Jersey: I have two words to say about New Jersey: Easy Peasy. The trail was flat. We did like two miles a day (okay, so it was more like 7. My parents are getting real lazy). We stayed at people's houses, in hotels and even at a "secret shelter" that had a hot shower, lights and heat! Some hardship. We even went home for the holidays. So don't feel sorry for us hiking through the winter. We are having it much more cushy than when the weather was "nice." Besides, I like the cold weather. My coat is real thick now. I'm so shaggy you can hardly tell I'm a Schnauzer under all this hair. Thank dog my momma sent back that idiotic lycra bodysuit she tried to give me for Christmas. I don't like wearing clothes. She did inflict a baby bunting insulated snow suit on me though. Everyone laughed at me at Christmas. Worse still, they took pictures. Momma puts the suit over the pet pouch that she carries me in for things like crossing the Delaware River on Interstate 80. I have a tendency to pull when I'm on the leash, and it was a long way down to the water! I'm just excited about everything, that's all. Like meeting Sunshine the cat at our friend Barb's house. Actually, I never got to see her--she hid the whole time. She sent me a postcard when we were in New Hampshire but then she played all hard to get when I finally visited her. I smelled her presence, though. I was all set to enjoy some litter candy until Barb moved the cat pan outside. Darn! At least Barb's son Travis played with me. He wants to adopt a miniature Greyhound. Hey! What's a greyhound got that I haven't got? You cut me, Travis. You cut me deep. That's a line that Donkey says in the movie "Shrek." Speaking of donkeys, I got to meet two of them at the secret shelter. (It's a cabin that a former through-hiker built on his own land to give back some of the trail magic he received on his hike. You can only find it through word of mouth.) The donkeys were both named Jake. I thought they were dogs at first because
they weren't that big (they were Sicilian donkeys, a small breed). When I
started barking at them, they put their butts together and started braying
"eeeee-hownh" at full volume. It scared the heck out of me, but I
didn't let them know that. I just barked louder. Jake and Jake were a funny
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Katrina Aid
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