I was woken up by headlamps and people talking about food bags. I then heard someone talking about how us tenters had hung our food in the shelter. That prompted me to get out of my tent and see what was going on. Kinder, a section hiker, and Snickers, a thru hiker, were discussing mice getting into Kinder's bag. I asked if the mice were bothering other bags too. They said it was just Kinder's bag. Realizing my bag was not in danger and that a bear had not taken my food, I went back to my tent and fell asleep.
A few hours later, I did not want to get out of my sleeping bag. I felt like I was back in Georgia again starting out in the winter. I remembered my alarm going off and thought I was awake enough at the last alarm. I then heard Riverdog tearing down his tent. I looked at my watch and noticed it was 45 minutes after my last alarm. Oh well for trying to get out of camp early.
Samurai and I left as Sonic decided to go back in his tent to sleep. Riverdog had already hiked on in order to get his body warm. I struggled up Barren Mountain. I would think that my body would not have any problems with these climbs. I think it is all the food I am carrying. Sam even mentioned how his pack was pulling him backwards when he was going up and down some rocks. My pack is definitely top heavy.
I passed Happy and Pappy. The left about an hour before me, but were still moving at a good pace. I pushed on after the summit of Barren to the next lean-to. There, Sam and I took a break for a second breakfast before going on. The next few hours were tougher than I expected. It is mainly due to all the roots and the occasional steep climb or descent over rocks. We came across a guy hiking southbound who told us about the lack of water across the top of the range. We were already aware of this. He also told us about two older people who he expected we would catch up to and pass. The first one we came to was an older gentleman. It was Retread; I have seen his name in a few registers. I asked him a few questions to make sure he was ok. It did appear he was struggling to get over some of the trail, but he seemed in good spirit and mental condition.
Further up the trail right before the next shelter, I came across an older lady who was moving excellently. She moved over as I approached. I asked her how her day was going and what he name was. In an awesome southern accent she said she was Kathryn Henderson. We spoke for a little bit as we made it to the shelter. Riverdog was there waiting and had carried Ms. Henderson's waterbag from the water source for her. This lady was great. She moved around better than most of us do. She is 72 or 73 and lacks a little over 200 miles of the trail. I forgot how long ago she started. She was inspiring to talk to. I gave her some contact information and told her to let me know when and where she was going to finish. I told her that I would do my best to show up if it was possible.
It had taken me 6 hours to do 10 miles. That was a little unexpected. I had lunch at the shelter and rested. I had one more climb and then a long downhill. The climb was over the summit of Chairback. I should have been able to see Katahdin from up there. However, I was unsure if I was looking at the right one.
As I was nearing a logging road, I saw Sonic and Riverdog sitting. I then saw TP and the Griswolds, a couple and their dog whom I had never met. Trailmagic! TP's mom had driven in to the 100 mile wilderness with some food. I had that with a Budweiser someone else had left along the trail. I headed further down the mountain after the trailmagic to a river. This was another shoes off ford. Before crossing, I spoke to a couple who said they were waiting on their son. Him and two others were running the 100 mile wilderness in a day and a half. They started at Abol Bridge this morning at 3:30. Kudos to them. I can't even walk the trail without tripping. I don't know how the run it, even in the dark.
I think I counted 53 people in the next mile. I thought the 100 mile is supposed to be remote. Most of them were just day hikers who had driven in on the logging road. I assume they were walking around Gulf Hagas. It is suppose to be known for a gorge like setting and multiple waterfalls. Sam, RD, Sonic, and I walked 0.2 miles down a blue blaze trail to check out a little sample of Gulf Hagas. It was cool but nothing to impressive.
The four miles after the side trail were all a gradual climb to the shelter. We made it to the tenting area first. It was packed. I don't know where all these people are coming from. It is almost a bottle neck on the trail. The four of us joined The Griswolds and TP for dinner. We all went to our tents shortly after as the temps were dropping fast. I think it will be a good night. I love sleeping in a warm bag in colder temps.
The funeral for my Nanny was today. I hope it all went well.
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Sunday, August 8, 2010
August 6 - 15.1 / 2,079.7
I kept waking up thinking a bear was going to go after my food. It was probably the most paranoid I have been this whole trip. I decided to just put my food in my tent since we were at the hostel.
Everyone was up and moving around when I got up. Bad news: it was just 6:45. Good news: we were all about to have an all you can eat breakfast. The breakfast includes pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and home fries. You order based on the number of helpings you want. I went with 3 as I was still pretty full from dinner. Hollywood joined us our table. As Riverdog went to go place a pin on a map, Hollywood started drinking his water. I told Hollywood that some of us pour our own drinks. He isn't the brightest fella so I had to tell him that he was drinking someone else's drink. Most people would check to see of all the glasses were full or if even empty seats had full glasses. Not Hollywood, he just sat down and started drinking. It made for a good story. Only if y'all would have had the time to have met Hollywood. That would make the story that much better.
I ran back to the general store and gas station after breakfast. I needed to get enough food for 6 days through the 100 mile wilderness. There are only logging roads and one chance of a resupply at a camp across a lake. Therefore, I have to carry more food. As always, I was the last to be ready. Samurai, Riverdog, and I made it to the trailhead around 11.
The day was a pretty gentle day of ups and downs. We did have a few river crossings. One was an actual ford again. Sam and RD were able to rock hop most the way, throw their packs on other rocks, and continue to rock hop all the way across without getting wet. I on the other hand did not. I made it to a rock to where I was going to throw my pack to RD. I hesitated as I started to throw my food laden pack across the water. The momentum to me and the pack right in. I went in thigh deep but managed to also grab RD. He pulled me right out. My pack was a little damp and so were my shoes. Everything else stayed dry. It was amazing. Luckily I didn't hurt myself or slip even more on the mossy rocks. It could have been a lot worse.
The day went by fairly quick. The three of us made it to the shelter by a decent time. Happy and Pappy were here when we arrived. It is a grandfather grandson duo. I think the grandfather is in his 80s while the grandson is 12. They have section hiked over the last few years and will complete the trail this year. What an awesome story they have to have hiked the entire trail together, especially at their ages.
Sonic rolled up fairly late and had some fun with mice that were running around him while he ate dinner.
The weather looks good for the next few days. That is a positive note. It is also supposed to be cool which helps when it comes to hiking. I can hear the deep breathes of the others so I too am heading to bed. Have a good night.
Oh yeah, less than 100 to go!
Everyone was up and moving around when I got up. Bad news: it was just 6:45. Good news: we were all about to have an all you can eat breakfast. The breakfast includes pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and home fries. You order based on the number of helpings you want. I went with 3 as I was still pretty full from dinner. Hollywood joined us our table. As Riverdog went to go place a pin on a map, Hollywood started drinking his water. I told Hollywood that some of us pour our own drinks. He isn't the brightest fella so I had to tell him that he was drinking someone else's drink. Most people would check to see of all the glasses were full or if even empty seats had full glasses. Not Hollywood, he just sat down and started drinking. It made for a good story. Only if y'all would have had the time to have met Hollywood. That would make the story that much better.
I ran back to the general store and gas station after breakfast. I needed to get enough food for 6 days through the 100 mile wilderness. There are only logging roads and one chance of a resupply at a camp across a lake. Therefore, I have to carry more food. As always, I was the last to be ready. Samurai, Riverdog, and I made it to the trailhead around 11.
The day was a pretty gentle day of ups and downs. We did have a few river crossings. One was an actual ford again. Sam and RD were able to rock hop most the way, throw their packs on other rocks, and continue to rock hop all the way across without getting wet. I on the other hand did not. I made it to a rock to where I was going to throw my pack to RD. I hesitated as I started to throw my food laden pack across the water. The momentum to me and the pack right in. I went in thigh deep but managed to also grab RD. He pulled me right out. My pack was a little damp and so were my shoes. Everything else stayed dry. It was amazing. Luckily I didn't hurt myself or slip even more on the mossy rocks. It could have been a lot worse.
The day went by fairly quick. The three of us made it to the shelter by a decent time. Happy and Pappy were here when we arrived. It is a grandfather grandson duo. I think the grandfather is in his 80s while the grandson is 12. They have section hiked over the last few years and will complete the trail this year. What an awesome story they have to have hiked the entire trail together, especially at their ages.
Sonic rolled up fairly late and had some fun with mice that were running around him while he ate dinner.
The weather looks good for the next few days. That is a positive note. It is also supposed to be cool which helps when it comes to hiking. I can hear the deep breathes of the others so I too am heading to bed. Have a good night.
Oh yeah, less than 100 to go!
August 5 - 22.0 / 2,064.6
The thunder turned to rain that lasted off and on through the night. So, when I woke up my tent was wet and some water had pooled underneath. I guess I have to get better at picking tent spots. I had to face the climb over Moxie Bald Mtn in the morning since I didn't make it over the night before. I struggled due to the humidity.
The map had the rest of the day as pretty "flat." However it was really just pointless ups and downs that ran along a river. I had to cross the river twice. The first crossing was an actual ford with shoes and socks off. It wasn't difficult, just a pain. Sam and I made it to the second crossing a few miles later. We decided to take a break before crossing this time. A few minutes later a couple arrived at the opposite side of the river. Sam and I heard what sounded like soft drinks being moved around in a cooler. We looked through the bushes towards the couple and saw the lady bending over. We looked back at each other and in unison said, "trail magic." Sam yelled towards the lady asking if their was a cooler over there. She replied that there was, and it had drinks in it. We quickly put stuff back in our packs and crossed.
The lady was a little dumbfounded to see a cooler. Once we crossed, we explained that it was trail magic. By this time, Merf arrived on the other side. We yelled for her to not stop and come join us. The three of us each had two drinks. Yes, we left some. Knowing Merf wanted to go in to town too, I told her to keep up with us. We all left to hike the last few miles.
I could hear thunder approaching in the distance. I don't like to risk being in thunder storms. There wasn't a shelter near by so I asked Merf if we could set up her tarp tent. We decided to set it up between a few threes, and the three of us sat under it for the next hour as the storm went through. Luckily the lightning stayed a few miles away. We packed up the tarp and continued on. We were about two miles out when we came to a blue blaze trail which led to some ponds. I arrived first and noticed some Pepsi laying beside a fallen tree. I gave off a howl. There were three so it was perfect. All three of us decided to pack them out and drink them once we made it to the road. I had called the local hostel to come pick us up instead of trying to hitch. We made it to the road before our ride arrived.
The hostel was full inside so the three of us ended up tenting in the back yard. It was rather nice as I didn't have to deal with sleeping in a room with a lot of other people. There were quite a few people there including new NOBOs, SOBOs, and section hikers. Riverdog was also there. Sonic had gotten a hitch but neglected to tell the people what town he needed to go to. He ended up 15 miles the wrong direction. He actually ended up staying with another thru hikers mom that he had met earlier in his trip.
Merf, Samurai, and I walked to the local restaurant/bar in town. It ended up being all you can eat tacos night. All three of us decided to go that route. I had two orders of soft and one order of hard. That came out to 12 tacos total. I definitely got my monies worth. During dinner I brought up the conversation of how surreal this life has been the last few months. How am I able to be sitting in Maine looking over a lake with someone I met 3 months ago and another I met 3 days ago? Even crazier is how quickly you get to know people out here. It is almost like we were all best friends before this trip and are just picking up where we left off. It is going to be tough to go back to real life. A '09 thru hiker wrote in a shelter log the other day, "Enjoy it out here. When you're done, you're done." I think all of us are ready to be done but don't want to be done at the same time.
We then when to the only gas station were I grabbed some resupply food and a pint of Ben & Jerrys Half Baked. We then headed back to the hostel.
Most everyone was asleep when we arrived. I tried to knock out my ice cream, but I was too full from the tacos. I managed to eat half though. I was a little disappointed with myself. I got a chance to speak with my mom, sister, brother, and Michelle. It was good to hear all their voices. My dad had to work so he wasn't in Nashville yet with the rest of my family. I ended up speaking to him this morning (Aug 6).
In a food coma, I headed towards my tent for the rest of the evening.
The map had the rest of the day as pretty "flat." However it was really just pointless ups and downs that ran along a river. I had to cross the river twice. The first crossing was an actual ford with shoes and socks off. It wasn't difficult, just a pain. Sam and I made it to the second crossing a few miles later. We decided to take a break before crossing this time. A few minutes later a couple arrived at the opposite side of the river. Sam and I heard what sounded like soft drinks being moved around in a cooler. We looked through the bushes towards the couple and saw the lady bending over. We looked back at each other and in unison said, "trail magic." Sam yelled towards the lady asking if their was a cooler over there. She replied that there was, and it had drinks in it. We quickly put stuff back in our packs and crossed.
The lady was a little dumbfounded to see a cooler. Once we crossed, we explained that it was trail magic. By this time, Merf arrived on the other side. We yelled for her to not stop and come join us. The three of us each had two drinks. Yes, we left some. Knowing Merf wanted to go in to town too, I told her to keep up with us. We all left to hike the last few miles.
I could hear thunder approaching in the distance. I don't like to risk being in thunder storms. There wasn't a shelter near by so I asked Merf if we could set up her tarp tent. We decided to set it up between a few threes, and the three of us sat under it for the next hour as the storm went through. Luckily the lightning stayed a few miles away. We packed up the tarp and continued on. We were about two miles out when we came to a blue blaze trail which led to some ponds. I arrived first and noticed some Pepsi laying beside a fallen tree. I gave off a howl. There were three so it was perfect. All three of us decided to pack them out and drink them once we made it to the road. I had called the local hostel to come pick us up instead of trying to hitch. We made it to the road before our ride arrived.
The hostel was full inside so the three of us ended up tenting in the back yard. It was rather nice as I didn't have to deal with sleeping in a room with a lot of other people. There were quite a few people there including new NOBOs, SOBOs, and section hikers. Riverdog was also there. Sonic had gotten a hitch but neglected to tell the people what town he needed to go to. He ended up 15 miles the wrong direction. He actually ended up staying with another thru hikers mom that he had met earlier in his trip.
Merf, Samurai, and I walked to the local restaurant/bar in town. It ended up being all you can eat tacos night. All three of us decided to go that route. I had two orders of soft and one order of hard. That came out to 12 tacos total. I definitely got my monies worth. During dinner I brought up the conversation of how surreal this life has been the last few months. How am I able to be sitting in Maine looking over a lake with someone I met 3 months ago and another I met 3 days ago? Even crazier is how quickly you get to know people out here. It is almost like we were all best friends before this trip and are just picking up where we left off. It is going to be tough to go back to real life. A '09 thru hiker wrote in a shelter log the other day, "Enjoy it out here. When you're done, you're done." I think all of us are ready to be done but don't want to be done at the same time.
We then when to the only gas station were I grabbed some resupply food and a pint of Ben & Jerrys Half Baked. We then headed back to the hostel.
Most everyone was asleep when we arrived. I tried to knock out my ice cream, but I was too full from the tacos. I managed to eat half though. I was a little disappointed with myself. I got a chance to speak with my mom, sister, brother, and Michelle. It was good to hear all their voices. My dad had to work so he wasn't in Nashville yet with the rest of my family. I ended up speaking to him this morning (Aug 6).
In a food coma, I headed towards my tent for the rest of the evening.
Friday, August 6, 2010
August 4 - 18.7 / 2,042.6
I slept in the rain and woke up in the rain. This was one of the few times this entire trip where I had to pack my tent in the rain. It was an early morning as I had to hike 0.4 miles up the trail for breakfast at Harrisons Pierce Pond Camps. This breakfast was a must. It was 12 "patriotic" pancakes, sausage, eggs, juice, and coffee. This type of breakfast has been going on for over 25 years for hikers. Patriotic is due to the apples, raspberries, and blueberries in the pancakes. At breakfast, I met Yogi and Moontime. They are a young SOBO couple from Birmingham. I passed my info on to them and told them to call me once they finished. I'll take them out to celebrate.
Breakfast was late getting started so I didn't make it on the trail until after 9. I had to rush up the trail in order to make it to the Kennebec River. This is the one place on the trail where you have to take a canoe across. A volunteer ferries hikers across all summer, but only during certain parts of the day. I made it with about 30 minutes to spare.
After the river, I dropped my pack and rain into the next town. I had to make it to the post office to pick up my bowtie. I had been bouncing it forward after I accidentally put it in one of my mail packages.
I dragged on the remainder of the day. Merf, who I had just met a few days earlier, joined Sam and I for the rest of the day. The plan was to hike 22 miles, but we were all too exhausted. Plus, it was getting late. We cut the day 4 miles short. That was nice, but it makes the next day 4 miles longer. Again, I went to bed listening to the thunder coming in.
I was hoping Sonic and Riverdog had stopped too. However, they had pushed on. Hopefully they will be in town tomorrow.
Breakfast was late getting started so I didn't make it on the trail until after 9. I had to rush up the trail in order to make it to the Kennebec River. This is the one place on the trail where you have to take a canoe across. A volunteer ferries hikers across all summer, but only during certain parts of the day. I made it with about 30 minutes to spare.
After the river, I dropped my pack and rain into the next town. I had to make it to the post office to pick up my bowtie. I had been bouncing it forward after I accidentally put it in one of my mail packages.
I dragged on the remainder of the day. Merf, who I had just met a few days earlier, joined Sam and I for the rest of the day. The plan was to hike 22 miles, but we were all too exhausted. Plus, it was getting late. We cut the day 4 miles short. That was nice, but it makes the next day 4 miles longer. Again, I went to bed listening to the thunder coming in.
I was hoping Sonic and Riverdog had stopped too. However, they had pushed on. Hopefully they will be in town tomorrow.
August 3 - 17.3 / 2,023.9
As I noted in an earlier post, I found out today that my Nanny (my grandmother) passed away last night. She was a woman of dignity and grace. I will cherish the time we spent together, and how I could always joke around with her unlike anyone else. She had a special way of how she said Brian with a little southern flair. The small things I will always hold dear. She will always have that place in my heart and will continue to watch over me like all grandmothers do.
To be honest, I didn't make notes for this day. As I try and go back to type this blog entry, I can't remember too much about the hiking part of the day. I do remember hiking to the edge of a beautiful lake. The water was very pristine and the houses along the lake were remarkable. It was along this lake that Samurai, Riverdog, and I decided to take a break. I knew my Nanny was have some complications. However, I got this feeling that I needed to turn on my phone. Strange since I probably wouldn't get a signal in this part of the world. I turned on my phone and had a signal. I saw a few texts and voicemail notifications. I knew something was up. I called my sister, and she told me the news. It was really tough to hear. I took some time just sitting on a rock soaking it all in.
After some time, I called my sister and mom. We discussed everything. Together, we decided that it would be best for me to continue to finish my hike. I think Nanny would want me to finish with the group of friends that I have made along the way.
I had a few more miles from the lake. I hiked by myself for the most part. I think I needed the time to reflect. The end of the day brought me to Pierce Pond. The setting was great, but it was tough to find a good tent spot. I just didn't want it to rain. Soon after I got in to my tent I heard thunder. I decided to just lay there and count the seconds between lightning and thunder. I did this for the whole storm as it came in and then moved on. By this time it was late for me so bed time was pretty quick.
To be honest, I didn't make notes for this day. As I try and go back to type this blog entry, I can't remember too much about the hiking part of the day. I do remember hiking to the edge of a beautiful lake. The water was very pristine and the houses along the lake were remarkable. It was along this lake that Samurai, Riverdog, and I decided to take a break. I knew my Nanny was have some complications. However, I got this feeling that I needed to turn on my phone. Strange since I probably wouldn't get a signal in this part of the world. I turned on my phone and had a signal. I saw a few texts and voicemail notifications. I knew something was up. I called my sister, and she told me the news. It was really tough to hear. I took some time just sitting on a rock soaking it all in.
After some time, I called my sister and mom. We discussed everything. Together, we decided that it would be best for me to continue to finish my hike. I think Nanny would want me to finish with the group of friends that I have made along the way.
I had a few more miles from the lake. I hiked by myself for the most part. I think I needed the time to reflect. The end of the day brought me to Pierce Pond. The setting was great, but it was tough to find a good tent spot. I just didn't want it to rain. Soon after I got in to my tent I heard thunder. I decided to just lay there and count the seconds between lightning and thunder. I did this for the whole storm as it came in and then moved on. By this time it was late for me so bed time was pretty quick.
August 2 - 15.3 / 2,006.6
It doesn't fail. I was not motivated to get out of bed when in town. I knew it had to get done though. Once the local general store opened, I was heading across the street. Resupplying wasn't too bad here, but there were a few things lacking that we usually get. After the resupply, the four of us were standing by the street trying to get a hitch. The owner of the other general store walked by and offered us a ride. Without hesitation, we accepted.
While in the car, the guy mentioned that a family friend of theirs hit a moose last night. I told him I saw a sedan with a smashed up windshield. He said that it is not uncommon for someone to hit 8 to 10 in their lifetime in this area. We got to the trailhead by 10. The first few miles were very easy, and those were followed by a steep climb. The air was still. The temps were fairly hot. That combination didn't help with the climb.
During the climb, I came across Horns Pond. There I met Otis, a ridgerunner. I spoke with him for a while before heading on. He gave us a heads up about the upcoming parts of the trail and told us where to find water in the next few miles. I left Horns Ponds and climbed up and over the two peaks of Bigelow Mountain. Bigelow is the last mountain over 4,000 feet until Katahdin. The view from each of the peaks was pretty spectacular. It was to hazy to see Katahdin in the distance though. I didn't stay on the peaks too long as a storm was just a few miles away. The last place I wanted to be was on an exposed peak.
The climb down from the east peak was met with the 2,000 mile mark for this hike. It was a good feeling to know I had made it this far. Sonic, Riverdog, Samurai, and I took our fair share of videos and pictures. We also took a snack break there before heading down the rest of the mountain. Once at the bottom, we turned and started our ascent right up Little Bigelow. There were quite a few false summits on this one. I also think all of us felt we were climbing higher than what our maps and guidebook had.
Finally, we made it to the shelter. Good tent spots were limited so I ended up setting up my tent part way on the path to the privy. I headed to bed knowing we had a possibly of rain coming in.
While in the car, the guy mentioned that a family friend of theirs hit a moose last night. I told him I saw a sedan with a smashed up windshield. He said that it is not uncommon for someone to hit 8 to 10 in their lifetime in this area. We got to the trailhead by 10. The first few miles were very easy, and those were followed by a steep climb. The air was still. The temps were fairly hot. That combination didn't help with the climb.
During the climb, I came across Horns Pond. There I met Otis, a ridgerunner. I spoke with him for a while before heading on. He gave us a heads up about the upcoming parts of the trail and told us where to find water in the next few miles. I left Horns Ponds and climbed up and over the two peaks of Bigelow Mountain. Bigelow is the last mountain over 4,000 feet until Katahdin. The view from each of the peaks was pretty spectacular. It was to hazy to see Katahdin in the distance though. I didn't stay on the peaks too long as a storm was just a few miles away. The last place I wanted to be was on an exposed peak.
The climb down from the east peak was met with the 2,000 mile mark for this hike. It was a good feeling to know I had made it this far. Sonic, Riverdog, Samurai, and I took our fair share of videos and pictures. We also took a snack break there before heading down the rest of the mountain. Once at the bottom, we turned and started our ascent right up Little Bigelow. There were quite a few false summits on this one. I also think all of us felt we were climbing higher than what our maps and guidebook had.
Finally, we made it to the shelter. Good tent spots were limited so I ended up setting up my tent part way on the path to the privy. I headed to bed knowing we had a possibly of rain coming in.
August 1 - 13.5 / 1,991.3
I was woken up by people talking at 5 am. I guess that is what I get for setting my tent up near the shelter. I was in and out sleep for the next hour. It was definitely a morning in which I didn't want to get out of my sleeping bag. Weird for a town day too as usually I am up, going, and trying to get to town as quick as possible.
Almost everyone was gone by the time Samurai and I left camp. Right out of camp, we had a climb that went up pretty quickly. The decent was even steeper. My knees are getting banged around from the downhills so I wasn't too pleased with this one. Plus, it was loose gravel at points and that just made it more difficult. The two of us made it to the bottom of the decent in one piece. We decided a break and an early lunch was needed. The setting was a nice river and large rocks. Monkey caught up to us, ate a snack, and moved on. After our break, we climbed up and over South and North Crocker. I caught up to Monkey on top of South Crocker, but he did stick around. I told Samurai I would wait for him at the top so I decided to go and check out a side trail going to a viewpoint. It wasn't too much of a view at all. I could only see the top of another mountain and a few ski runs. I briefly spoke with a couple while there. They were impressed by my distance so far, but the woman reminded me of what was to come. I kinda just gave her a laugh.
Sam and I hiked the last 6+ miles down to the road for Stratton. Again, I didn't think my knees were going to make it. I got to the road and was taken back to find Ringleader, Lightning, Felo, Riverdog, and a SOBO all just sitting beside the road. Some had been there for over an hour trying to hitch. Felo said that the lady running the hostel in town was on her way. She showed up in a Land Cruiser and had her dog with her. I believe the dog was just there to take up space. It was a poodle and looked just like the lady. Or maybe the lady looked like the dog. Either way, I got a kick out of it. The lady thought that she was going to get seven of us in there with all or gear too. I asked if she would come back and pick up Sam, RD, and myself. She responded by saying she was going to charge us for mileage. I told her that was fine since we really didn't have another option.
The three of us waited as the rest drove off. Sonic and Monkey showed up in the mean time. The lady returned, and the five of us all piled in. Again, she had the dog. Once in town, Sonic, RD, Sam, and I went to the only place open for lunch/dinner. This town didn't even have a stop sign and the gas station is only open when the owner feels like being there. Anyway, the four of us grabbed a bite to eat. I was sitting there and mentioned how it would be funny if the one grocery closed early on a Sunday. Someone pulled out their trail guided and noted the store closed at 5. It was now 5:03. Samurai ran across the street to verify. Yes, it was now closed. My plan was to resupply, get back to the trail, and hike two miles to a camp ground. That plan was now going to change.
Sonic was already going to stay in town so the three of us joined him. We got a room at the place we were eating. We were told the room had a flat screen. It did, but the lady failed to mention it was a 14 inch television. We had no other choice though. The good thing about being in town is that I got a shower and was sleeping in a real bed. I would probably still prefer my air pad and sleeping bag to most beds. This room was nice though. I spent the next few hours relaxing. I made a few phone calls, and we split some drinks. If you were wondering, I did get a pint of ice cream from a store next door. Cherry Garcia hit the spot.
I was talking with my friend Manoj when I saw a car drive by. The whole front windshield was smashed in. I was almost certain it had just hit a moose. It was a sight to see.
I wanted to get to bed early. However, it was midnight before I finally turned out the lights and television. Maybe I will have better luck getting out of town the next day.
Almost everyone was gone by the time Samurai and I left camp. Right out of camp, we had a climb that went up pretty quickly. The decent was even steeper. My knees are getting banged around from the downhills so I wasn't too pleased with this one. Plus, it was loose gravel at points and that just made it more difficult. The two of us made it to the bottom of the decent in one piece. We decided a break and an early lunch was needed. The setting was a nice river and large rocks. Monkey caught up to us, ate a snack, and moved on. After our break, we climbed up and over South and North Crocker. I caught up to Monkey on top of South Crocker, but he did stick around. I told Samurai I would wait for him at the top so I decided to go and check out a side trail going to a viewpoint. It wasn't too much of a view at all. I could only see the top of another mountain and a few ski runs. I briefly spoke with a couple while there. They were impressed by my distance so far, but the woman reminded me of what was to come. I kinda just gave her a laugh.
Sam and I hiked the last 6+ miles down to the road for Stratton. Again, I didn't think my knees were going to make it. I got to the road and was taken back to find Ringleader, Lightning, Felo, Riverdog, and a SOBO all just sitting beside the road. Some had been there for over an hour trying to hitch. Felo said that the lady running the hostel in town was on her way. She showed up in a Land Cruiser and had her dog with her. I believe the dog was just there to take up space. It was a poodle and looked just like the lady. Or maybe the lady looked like the dog. Either way, I got a kick out of it. The lady thought that she was going to get seven of us in there with all or gear too. I asked if she would come back and pick up Sam, RD, and myself. She responded by saying she was going to charge us for mileage. I told her that was fine since we really didn't have another option.
The three of us waited as the rest drove off. Sonic and Monkey showed up in the mean time. The lady returned, and the five of us all piled in. Again, she had the dog. Once in town, Sonic, RD, Sam, and I went to the only place open for lunch/dinner. This town didn't even have a stop sign and the gas station is only open when the owner feels like being there. Anyway, the four of us grabbed a bite to eat. I was sitting there and mentioned how it would be funny if the one grocery closed early on a Sunday. Someone pulled out their trail guided and noted the store closed at 5. It was now 5:03. Samurai ran across the street to verify. Yes, it was now closed. My plan was to resupply, get back to the trail, and hike two miles to a camp ground. That plan was now going to change.
Sonic was already going to stay in town so the three of us joined him. We got a room at the place we were eating. We were told the room had a flat screen. It did, but the lady failed to mention it was a 14 inch television. We had no other choice though. The good thing about being in town is that I got a shower and was sleeping in a real bed. I would probably still prefer my air pad and sleeping bag to most beds. This room was nice though. I spent the next few hours relaxing. I made a few phone calls, and we split some drinks. If you were wondering, I did get a pint of ice cream from a store next door. Cherry Garcia hit the spot.
I was talking with my friend Manoj when I saw a car drive by. The whole front windshield was smashed in. I was almost certain it had just hit a moose. It was a sight to see.
I wanted to get to bed early. However, it was midnight before I finally turned out the lights and television. Maybe I will have better luck getting out of town the next day.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
July 31 - 18.7 / 1,977.8
Bob gave Sam and I a ride back to the trail around 9. Hollywood was also with us. He carries this long stick as his trekking pole. I asked why he doesn't stash it in the woods instead of trying to get it in the car with him. He said it wasn't a problem. Then, two minutes later he struggles to get it in the car with him. Ahh, this is one guy on the trail who frustrates me.
Sam and I stopped two miles in at the first shelter to visit the privy. I met the ridgerunner who had hiked a few days with Lint on the PCT last year. Lint was planning to hang out with the guy this year, but the ridgerunner wasn't working when Lint hiked by. The shelter was also close to the 90 percent mark for miles. I can't believe I am getting this close to the end.
RD caught up to Sam and I while we were snacking on top of Sattleback Mtn. The three of us hiked together for the rest of the day. As we were climbing down Sattleback and The Horn, we could hear two girls arguing. We were over a quarter of a mile away and could hear every word of their argument. It ended up being Ringleader and Lightning. I guess they haven't been getting along for some time now.
After passing the girls, we climbed Sattleback Junior. We got our first glimpse of Katahdin some 150 miles away as the crow flies. It was cool to see it, but still just a little bump on the horizon. We cruised the rest of the day and made good timing into the shelter. It was nice to eat dinner and get in my tent at a reasonable time.
Lightning decided to hike on. Once Ringleader found out about an hour or two later, she too hiked out in search of her. I can't believe they are arguing this close to the end of their trip.
Sam and I stopped two miles in at the first shelter to visit the privy. I met the ridgerunner who had hiked a few days with Lint on the PCT last year. Lint was planning to hang out with the guy this year, but the ridgerunner wasn't working when Lint hiked by. The shelter was also close to the 90 percent mark for miles. I can't believe I am getting this close to the end.
RD caught up to Sam and I while we were snacking on top of Sattleback Mtn. The three of us hiked together for the rest of the day. As we were climbing down Sattleback and The Horn, we could hear two girls arguing. We were over a quarter of a mile away and could hear every word of their argument. It ended up being Ringleader and Lightning. I guess they haven't been getting along for some time now.
After passing the girls, we climbed Sattleback Junior. We got our first glimpse of Katahdin some 150 miles away as the crow flies. It was cool to see it, but still just a little bump on the horizon. We cruised the rest of the day and made good timing into the shelter. It was nice to eat dinner and get in my tent at a reasonable time.
Lightning decided to hike on. Once Ringleader found out about an hour or two later, she too hiked out in search of her. I can't believe they are arguing this close to the end of their trip.
July 30 - 17.7 / 1,959.1
I think this was one of the coldest mornings I have had since the start of my trip. I did hear from someone at the outfitter in town that it dropped to 39 in town. Therefore, it had to have been colder than that at higher elevations. It is crazy being so cool up here yet back home the temperature are way high. I'm glad to have cooler temps up here as it makes hiking much more enjoyable. It might get cool when I stop hiking or when I am being blown around on a ridgeline. However, that is better than feeling dehydrated all the time, sweating profusely, and chaffing.
I started out my morning with some great views. Maine had the best views by far. I wish I could constantly record what I am seeing. I will do my best with pictures though.
Nothing too much more to add about the day other than it was a pleasant hike. It was full of mountains and ponds/lakes. One lake has houses only accessible by float plane. I would love to have a house like that. Another lake had a few canoes laying right along the trail with some pfds. We thought about taking them out, but Sam, RD and I were all ready to get into the town of Rangely.
The three of us plus Sonic made it to the road crossing by 4 pm. It was nice to have done almost 18 miles that early in the afternoon and with this type of terrain. There was another couple already there trying to hitch. We waited a few hundred feet away as we didn't want to steal a hitch or make it complicated for them to hitch. It was a few minutes before a pick up pulled over to pick them up. We went down to the road and asked the driver if he had room for us too. We also made sure it was ok with the couple too. He told us to get in, and all of us rode the 8 miles into town.
We got dropped off at the grocery store. Good thing because we needed to resupply. Bad thing because we were resupplying while hungry. All of us bought too much food for just a day and a half. My plan was to resupply and get back to the trail. However, I was persuaded buy the others to stay in town. I called a local motel. It was booked solid for a wedding. We were beside a peanut booth when the peanut guy told us that Bob, the owner of the local hostel, had just pulled into the parking lot. He was walking toward us when I introduced myself to him. I told him we were looking for a place to stay. He told us he had plenty of room. According to Beefstick's blog for two days before, the hostel had 18 people staying in the house and others were just tenting in his backyard only two days ago. Bob took some other people back to the hostel and then picked us up. We went to the hostel for a short time and then drive back to town for dinner. Sonic, RD, Sam, and I all enjoyed one of the local pubs. We went to hear live music, but the music didn't start until 10 or so. That would have been too late for us. We called Bob who came and picked us back up. The rest of the night we sat around and some watched a movie. Oh, I did eat some ice cream.
There was another guy there that I feel was taking advantage of Bob. This guy said he started at Katahdin, but he stopped at Bob's due to a heat rash. He wasn't hiking out until after Labor Day. We told the guy that heat is not a problem up here right now. Bob also said that the guy had run out of money. How does someone get 200 miles down the trail and not have money? This guy was just yoging. I tried to tell Bob, but Bob was cool with the guy being there. Hopefully the guy will leave soon.
Recently, RD and Sonic came across a guy who was telling them about Maine. The guy said Maine was just rocks, roots, and mud. So now when we trip on one of those, we say one of those words in a deep voice like the guy. Probably have to be out here to find the humor in it.
I started out my morning with some great views. Maine had the best views by far. I wish I could constantly record what I am seeing. I will do my best with pictures though.
Nothing too much more to add about the day other than it was a pleasant hike. It was full of mountains and ponds/lakes. One lake has houses only accessible by float plane. I would love to have a house like that. Another lake had a few canoes laying right along the trail with some pfds. We thought about taking them out, but Sam, RD and I were all ready to get into the town of Rangely.
The three of us plus Sonic made it to the road crossing by 4 pm. It was nice to have done almost 18 miles that early in the afternoon and with this type of terrain. There was another couple already there trying to hitch. We waited a few hundred feet away as we didn't want to steal a hitch or make it complicated for them to hitch. It was a few minutes before a pick up pulled over to pick them up. We went down to the road and asked the driver if he had room for us too. We also made sure it was ok with the couple too. He told us to get in, and all of us rode the 8 miles into town.
We got dropped off at the grocery store. Good thing because we needed to resupply. Bad thing because we were resupplying while hungry. All of us bought too much food for just a day and a half. My plan was to resupply and get back to the trail. However, I was persuaded buy the others to stay in town. I called a local motel. It was booked solid for a wedding. We were beside a peanut booth when the peanut guy told us that Bob, the owner of the local hostel, had just pulled into the parking lot. He was walking toward us when I introduced myself to him. I told him we were looking for a place to stay. He told us he had plenty of room. According to Beefstick's blog for two days before, the hostel had 18 people staying in the house and others were just tenting in his backyard only two days ago. Bob took some other people back to the hostel and then picked us up. We went to the hostel for a short time and then drive back to town for dinner. Sonic, RD, Sam, and I all enjoyed one of the local pubs. We went to hear live music, but the music didn't start until 10 or so. That would have been too late for us. We called Bob who came and picked us back up. The rest of the night we sat around and some watched a movie. Oh, I did eat some ice cream.
There was another guy there that I feel was taking advantage of Bob. This guy said he started at Katahdin, but he stopped at Bob's due to a heat rash. He wasn't hiking out until after Labor Day. We told the guy that heat is not a problem up here right now. Bob also said that the guy had run out of money. How does someone get 200 miles down the trail and not have money? This guy was just yoging. I tried to tell Bob, but Bob was cool with the guy being there. Hopefully the guy will leave soon.
Recently, RD and Sonic came across a guy who was telling them about Maine. The guy said Maine was just rocks, roots, and mud. So now when we trip on one of those, we say one of those words in a deep voice like the guy. Probably have to be out here to find the humor in it.
July 29 - 18.8 / 1,941.4
I wanted to leave the hostel early. All the others went to eat breakfast while I went to the road to try and hitch. I sat there for over 45 minutes with no luck. After a while, I saw Sonic walking back down the street from the diner. I knew it would just be better for me to get a hitch with everyone else from the hostel. We got a ride to the trail at 10:30. I wasn't too pleased by this time cause I knew it was going to be a long day of hiking.
We passed a lot of people on bicycles as we were riding to the trailhead. I looked over to Samurai and asked what type of job these people had to be out riding on a workday. Come to find out, all the riders were riding across the country. They started in Washington state and were making their way to the east coast. I met some of the support crew at the trail head. They were interested in our trip, and I was interested in theirs. Turns out that they were all with the same group out of Denver. They had a set itinerary and ride together. Sounds cool, but I think I would like the freedom to choose my own distances. I'll look into it though as riding across the country might be my next endeavor in a few years.
The hike started out with a climb to the first shelter. A climb is almost a gimme when leaving a town. I was going at a slow pace with Samurai behind me. Riverdog and Sonic both took off from the get go. They were at the shelter when we arrived. A few southbounders were also there. Two of them were a couple that looked familiar. I asked them if they had attended the REI thru hiker clinic in Atlanta. Turns out that they did. I knew they were planning on starting in Maine after they got married. I just wasn't sure when or if I would actually see them. It was also funny because they had met Riverdog in Georgia after he had started his trip. I think they were out for a few days getting their legs warmed up. It really is a small world out here. I gave them my information and told them to contact me once they got done with the trail. Their trail names were Ragamuffin and Micah.
They were just two of the fifteen or so southbounders I met this day. It was almost out of control. I felt like I would round a corner and another one would be walking up the trail. Being Chatty Cathy, I almost stopped and talked to every single one of them. If it wasn't a long conversation, I would at least give them a heads up about the detours that are not worth taking. I think Sam and I have made it a goal to tell the SOBOs about how pointless they are.
Speaking of detours, today brought us to another one over Mt. Moody. It was about 50 yards long which was a nice short one. There had been a mini rock slide which had knocked out the trail. I had heard from other hikers about the detour. They had also mentioned that it was very steep in the area and a few of them had trouble coming down Moody. I got a good laugh because I didn't think it was that difficult of an area.
Overall, the day was a lot of climbs. I believe it was over 6,000 feet of elevation gain for the entire day. I was pretty worn out by the end of the day. It was getting dark by the time I arrived at the shelter. The shelter area was quite crowded and tent spots were limited. Ringleader, Monkey, and Lightning were also there. I saw them last in PA. I almost set my tent up on top of Lightning's as I couldn't find another spot. That is figuratively, not literally. I did ask if I was too close before getting everything out.
I ended up cooking in the dark and trying to eat as quietly as possible. That can be rather difficult when using a titanium spork and pot.
I don't recall mentioning this, but my current ailment is some side pains. At first, I thought it was just a cramp. However, it is still persistent. I think I might have bruised my ribs when I took a fall a few days back. Tightening my pack and sleeping are probably when it hurts the most. I'll get by though.
We passed a lot of people on bicycles as we were riding to the trailhead. I looked over to Samurai and asked what type of job these people had to be out riding on a workday. Come to find out, all the riders were riding across the country. They started in Washington state and were making their way to the east coast. I met some of the support crew at the trail head. They were interested in our trip, and I was interested in theirs. Turns out that they were all with the same group out of Denver. They had a set itinerary and ride together. Sounds cool, but I think I would like the freedom to choose my own distances. I'll look into it though as riding across the country might be my next endeavor in a few years.
The hike started out with a climb to the first shelter. A climb is almost a gimme when leaving a town. I was going at a slow pace with Samurai behind me. Riverdog and Sonic both took off from the get go. They were at the shelter when we arrived. A few southbounders were also there. Two of them were a couple that looked familiar. I asked them if they had attended the REI thru hiker clinic in Atlanta. Turns out that they did. I knew they were planning on starting in Maine after they got married. I just wasn't sure when or if I would actually see them. It was also funny because they had met Riverdog in Georgia after he had started his trip. I think they were out for a few days getting their legs warmed up. It really is a small world out here. I gave them my information and told them to contact me once they got done with the trail. Their trail names were Ragamuffin and Micah.
They were just two of the fifteen or so southbounders I met this day. It was almost out of control. I felt like I would round a corner and another one would be walking up the trail. Being Chatty Cathy, I almost stopped and talked to every single one of them. If it wasn't a long conversation, I would at least give them a heads up about the detours that are not worth taking. I think Sam and I have made it a goal to tell the SOBOs about how pointless they are.
Speaking of detours, today brought us to another one over Mt. Moody. It was about 50 yards long which was a nice short one. There had been a mini rock slide which had knocked out the trail. I had heard from other hikers about the detour. They had also mentioned that it was very steep in the area and a few of them had trouble coming down Moody. I got a good laugh because I didn't think it was that difficult of an area.
Overall, the day was a lot of climbs. I believe it was over 6,000 feet of elevation gain for the entire day. I was pretty worn out by the end of the day. It was getting dark by the time I arrived at the shelter. The shelter area was quite crowded and tent spots were limited. Ringleader, Monkey, and Lightning were also there. I saw them last in PA. I almost set my tent up on top of Lightning's as I couldn't find another spot. That is figuratively, not literally. I did ask if I was too close before getting everything out.
I ended up cooking in the dark and trying to eat as quietly as possible. That can be rather difficult when using a titanium spork and pot.
I don't recall mentioning this, but my current ailment is some side pains. At first, I thought it was just a cramp. However, it is still persistent. I think I might have bruised my ribs when I took a fall a few days back. Tightening my pack and sleeping are probably when it hurts the most. I'll get by though.
July 28 - 14.9 / 1,922.6
I forgot to make notes for this day. Now I am trying to go back and type up the blog, but I don't remember too much about the day at all. For some reason, I think this was the day that first the first time the entire trip I was ready to go home. Not that I am ready to be out of a tent or out of the woods, more just ready to see friends and family. It is going to be an adjustment going back to the "real" world. I hope it isn't too much of a shocker.
The day ended near a pretty sweet waterfall and gorge. I bet the waterfall was at least one hundred feet down. We stood at the top looking down. I could hear people down below, but I was never able to see them. Shortly before we got to the road, Sonic called the hostel in town. They agreed to come pick us up at the trailhead at 5. It was a good thing he got a hold of them because the road was pretty remote and known for not really having cars pass by. As we arrived to the road, a van was approaching. Riverdog mad a comment on how nice it would be if that was our ride. Well it turned out to be. Perfect. A man got out, poured a glass a lemonade for us, and handed it to us. It was the best lemonade I have ever drank. We them piled in and took off to Andover. The town was about 8 miles away and tiny. As we arrived, our driver pointed out that the center of town was the next stop sign. Yes, this town was only big enough for one four way stop.
We dropped our stuff off at the hostel, Pine Ellis Lodge. The caretaker showed us around and even showed us the jewelry he makes. All of it was made out of moose poop. I'm not sure how serious he was about it, but he seemed real about it. It was humorous as he always input s$@# in his sentences. Afterwards, RD, Sonic, Sam, and I headed to the general store for food. It took the ladies forever to take our order and even longer to prepare it all. Sonic won the award as he ordered three full meals and two apps.
I also resupplied at the general store. I think it was the most expensive yet. It was around $40 for 1.5 days. I did buy some gatorade and Ben & Jerrys though. This time I went with Pistachio Pistachio. It was good but too much of the same taste in every bite. I wasn't able to finish it. I got about 3/4 done.
Hollywood was also at the hostel. I am mainly putting this in just for my memory. Hollywood does "big miles."
The day ended near a pretty sweet waterfall and gorge. I bet the waterfall was at least one hundred feet down. We stood at the top looking down. I could hear people down below, but I was never able to see them. Shortly before we got to the road, Sonic called the hostel in town. They agreed to come pick us up at the trailhead at 5. It was a good thing he got a hold of them because the road was pretty remote and known for not really having cars pass by. As we arrived to the road, a van was approaching. Riverdog mad a comment on how nice it would be if that was our ride. Well it turned out to be. Perfect. A man got out, poured a glass a lemonade for us, and handed it to us. It was the best lemonade I have ever drank. We them piled in and took off to Andover. The town was about 8 miles away and tiny. As we arrived, our driver pointed out that the center of town was the next stop sign. Yes, this town was only big enough for one four way stop.
We dropped our stuff off at the hostel, Pine Ellis Lodge. The caretaker showed us around and even showed us the jewelry he makes. All of it was made out of moose poop. I'm not sure how serious he was about it, but he seemed real about it. It was humorous as he always input s$@# in his sentences. Afterwards, RD, Sonic, Sam, and I headed to the general store for food. It took the ladies forever to take our order and even longer to prepare it all. Sonic won the award as he ordered three full meals and two apps.
I also resupplied at the general store. I think it was the most expensive yet. It was around $40 for 1.5 days. I did buy some gatorade and Ben & Jerrys though. This time I went with Pistachio Pistachio. It was good but too much of the same taste in every bite. I wasn't able to finish it. I got about 3/4 done.
Hollywood was also at the hostel. I am mainly putting this in just for my memory. Hollywood does "big miles."
July 27 - 14.7 / 1,907.7
I think my hunger has gotten out of control. I feel hungry for the entire day. The sad thing is that I am eating more food and actually eating everything I have packed out from the last town. Before now, I would roll into a town with lots of extra food.
I made it into Maine today, the final state of my journey. Maine is known for being tough with rocks, roots, and mud. I'm ready for it though.
For lunch, I cooked. I think this might have been the first time the whole trip. I wasn't planning on cooking, but Samurai wanted to use my stove to cook something. Therefore, I instantly made the decision to cook also. I went with some mash potatoes and tuna. There were a few camp groups at the shelter too. It was a scene to see them interacting with eat other.
Sonic and Riverdog caught up with while we were taking a break. They stayed a little longer while Samurai, Felo, and I headed toward Mahoosuc Notch and Mahoosuc Arm. Mahoosuc Notch is known as the "toughest mile on the trail." It wasn't tough. It just takes time to go through as it is large boulders. It was actually quite fun. I think it took me around 70 minutes to make it through the notch. I kept looking for the moose which once got trapped down there and died, but I did not see anything. I've heard there are just a few bones left. We climbed the Arm next. It was a pretty tough climb. I was the last to make it up to the top.
The campsite was crowded. Samurai and I shared a tent pad. I can't stand tent pads. They are wooden platforms and almost impossible to set a tent up on. I did meet a flip flopper who I had met at the REI clinic before I started.
I made it into Maine today, the final state of my journey. Maine is known for being tough with rocks, roots, and mud. I'm ready for it though.
For lunch, I cooked. I think this might have been the first time the whole trip. I wasn't planning on cooking, but Samurai wanted to use my stove to cook something. Therefore, I instantly made the decision to cook also. I went with some mash potatoes and tuna. There were a few camp groups at the shelter too. It was a scene to see them interacting with eat other.
Sonic and Riverdog caught up with while we were taking a break. They stayed a little longer while Samurai, Felo, and I headed toward Mahoosuc Notch and Mahoosuc Arm. Mahoosuc Notch is known as the "toughest mile on the trail." It wasn't tough. It just takes time to go through as it is large boulders. It was actually quite fun. I think it took me around 70 minutes to make it through the notch. I kept looking for the moose which once got trapped down there and died, but I did not see anything. I've heard there are just a few bones left. We climbed the Arm next. It was a pretty tough climb. I was the last to make it up to the top.
The campsite was crowded. Samurai and I shared a tent pad. I can't stand tent pads. They are wooden platforms and almost impossible to set a tent up on. I did meet a flip flopper who I had met at the REI clinic before I started.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
July 26 - 19.8 / 1,893.0
I survived the night. I did wake up a few times glad to know a tree had not fallen on me. Once, I woke up and thought someone was shining their headlamp through the trees at my tent. I poked my head out and soon realized it was just the moon. It was crazy to see how bright it was. I spoke with Riverdog about it that morning and he said he thought the same thing.
I was the second out of the site behind Maple. I passed her soon after. The first few miles were a pretty good climb and then a steep decent. Eventually, the downhill became very nice. I was even able to get my pace back up to around three miles per hour. I made it to a shelter and took a good break there. Around 45 minutes later almost everyone else was there. It was fun to have us all together and joking around. Most of us left at the same time and walked in a mob down to the road. We actually spoke about what one calls a large group of thru hikers hiking together. I wish I could have remembered some of them.
Some people went back in to town from the road. Lola, Sunrise, Samurai, and I did not. We spent some more time hiking together until Lola and Sun stopped to eat lunch. I have really enjoyed my time getting to know them. I wish I had gotten to know them earlier in the journey. We all leap frogged a few times until they took one more break. They were going to hike a shorter distance and stay at a pond along the trail.
I did pass one guy who was looking for water. I told him there was a good source an easy two miles down the trail. He told me there was nothing from the direction he had come. He also proceeded to ask me if I had any extra water. I told him I only had a liter and would need that since he was telling me he hadn't seen water in some time. Plus, I knew he had a good source just down the trail. I was able to find some about 3 miles later.
The trail in the afternoon passed by some nice ponds. The blazes on the other hand were not too nice. They were lacking, and I even debated being on the correct trail. The AMC does not always label the AT at the trail junctions. Therefore, one has to pay attention to other trail names or look for the shelter or road crossing they know is ahead. It can get quite confusing.
Filo had now joined Sam and I. The three of us ended our day at Gentian Pond shelter. The view was quite nice of the valley. Sam and I sent up our tents while Filo was in the shelter. I made dinner and ate more than I expected. My food has not been as fulfilling as it used to be. Sam and I have commented on how hungry we have been lately. I don't know what it is. Perhaps we have no more fat reserves and our bodies are telling us to pile on the calories. Good thing is that I am eating a lot which means I am carrying less weight the next day. I tend to over pack with food and usually have quite a bit leftover when I go to resupply.
Sonic and Riverdog arrived after dark. They had gone to town to get more food. I expected some others to arrive too; however, they did not.
It was nice to do bigger miles again. Those days are limited as the terrain in NH and ME is very tough. I have also survived the Whites. Maine is approaching quickly.
I was the second out of the site behind Maple. I passed her soon after. The first few miles were a pretty good climb and then a steep decent. Eventually, the downhill became very nice. I was even able to get my pace back up to around three miles per hour. I made it to a shelter and took a good break there. Around 45 minutes later almost everyone else was there. It was fun to have us all together and joking around. Most of us left at the same time and walked in a mob down to the road. We actually spoke about what one calls a large group of thru hikers hiking together. I wish I could have remembered some of them.
Some people went back in to town from the road. Lola, Sunrise, Samurai, and I did not. We spent some more time hiking together until Lola and Sun stopped to eat lunch. I have really enjoyed my time getting to know them. I wish I had gotten to know them earlier in the journey. We all leap frogged a few times until they took one more break. They were going to hike a shorter distance and stay at a pond along the trail.
I did pass one guy who was looking for water. I told him there was a good source an easy two miles down the trail. He told me there was nothing from the direction he had come. He also proceeded to ask me if I had any extra water. I told him I only had a liter and would need that since he was telling me he hadn't seen water in some time. Plus, I knew he had a good source just down the trail. I was able to find some about 3 miles later.
The trail in the afternoon passed by some nice ponds. The blazes on the other hand were not too nice. They were lacking, and I even debated being on the correct trail. The AMC does not always label the AT at the trail junctions. Therefore, one has to pay attention to other trail names or look for the shelter or road crossing they know is ahead. It can get quite confusing.
Filo had now joined Sam and I. The three of us ended our day at Gentian Pond shelter. The view was quite nice of the valley. Sam and I sent up our tents while Filo was in the shelter. I made dinner and ate more than I expected. My food has not been as fulfilling as it used to be. Sam and I have commented on how hungry we have been lately. I don't know what it is. Perhaps we have no more fat reserves and our bodies are telling us to pile on the calories. Good thing is that I am eating a lot which means I am carrying less weight the next day. I tend to over pack with food and usually have quite a bit leftover when I go to resupply.
Sonic and Riverdog arrived after dark. They had gone to town to get more food. I expected some others to arrive too; however, they did not.
It was nice to do bigger miles again. Those days are limited as the terrain in NH and ME is very tough. I have also survived the Whites. Maine is approaching quickly.
July 25 - 13.1 / 1,873.2
I woke up dripping is sweat. Someone turned off the A/C during the night and my body didn't like that when I was using a 15 degree sleeping bag as a blanket. Everyone was up by 6 or so. That is uncalled for when sleeping in a house. I had to get up though as Sam's dad met us at the house around 7:30. I ate some donuts, drank some coffee, and jumped in his car to head back to the trailhead at Pinkham Notch. In regards to the donuts, I think this was the first time that I had ever had a cream filled donut. It was rather good.
Even though we got to the trail at a decent time, I don't think we started hiking until 9:30 or so. I think Sam and I had planned on starting early than that. At least we weren't sucked into the town vortex like we normally are. I came across an lady and gentleman fifteen minutes into our hike. I came upon the lady first. She turned around for the three of us to pass. That is when her and I realized we knew each other. It was Judi and Gene. They were the couple who gave some of us a ride into Waynesboro, VA. It was crazy to see them again. We swapped stories of the times since Waynesboro. They are in the area for about a month just enjoying the woods. They are also going to have some friends join them, and they will help supply their friends as they add miles to their AT journey.
After speaking with them, we continued up the Wildcat peaks. There were four of them that we had to go over. Some parts of the climb were tricky and straight up. We rested on top of the first Wildcat peak. There is a gondola up there that is also used during the ski season. It was funny to watch people wearing shorts and summer gear getting out of it. Sam, Sam's dad, and I all had on our rain gear to keep us warm. Our bodies definitely get cold from the sweat soaked clothes and the wind. Sam's dad hiked with us to the fourth Wildcat peak which overlooked the Carter Notch Hut in the valley below. It was a pretty cool sight as we were mostly in the clouds, but the sun was shining on other mountains.
Sam's dad turned around and walked back to the gondola while Sam and I headed down the mountain. I took a really hard fall and bruised my right hip pretty good. The terrain is some of the most difficult we have seen so far. It took us five hours to hike six miles. Sam and I stopped in at the hut before heading on. The croo was awesome. Every one of them introduced themself as they saw us. Most other croos wanted nothing to do with us it seemed like. They all asked if we were going to stay there too. We didn't even have to ask to do a work for stay. Both of us would have loved to stay, but we knew we needed to move on. We snacked on some cookies and coffee cake which they offered to us and soon were on our way.
Back on the trail, we passed Maple and Chewy while climbing up the Carter range. They had passed us while we were in the hut. Longshanks had stayed in town a little longer with his family so her wasn't with them. For the most part the four of us hiked together until we reached the Imp shelter and campground. I took another fall on the way in. This time it was more of a five foot slide down a rock. Luckily, I foot hit the ground at a good angle not causing it to twist.
As this was an AMC shelter which costs money, Chewy went on and stealth camped elsewhere. I wish he would have stuck around cause it was a packed house. A lot of people ended up showing up: Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, Filo, Sonic, and Riverdog. This is the most thru hikers I have seen in months. The tentsite was very windy. It took me some time to get my tent set up. Since I was on a wooden tent platform, I had to use my bear bag rope to secure my tent from blowing away. All the trees around me we swaying a few feet back and forth. The ground around some of them was even moving too as the roots appeared to be getting a little loose. It was also quite cold. Perhaps the coldest it has been since the beginning of the trip and snow. It was nice to have my cold weather sleeping gear. I hunkered down in my test and was soon fast asleep.
Even though we got to the trail at a decent time, I don't think we started hiking until 9:30 or so. I think Sam and I had planned on starting early than that. At least we weren't sucked into the town vortex like we normally are. I came across an lady and gentleman fifteen minutes into our hike. I came upon the lady first. She turned around for the three of us to pass. That is when her and I realized we knew each other. It was Judi and Gene. They were the couple who gave some of us a ride into Waynesboro, VA. It was crazy to see them again. We swapped stories of the times since Waynesboro. They are in the area for about a month just enjoying the woods. They are also going to have some friends join them, and they will help supply their friends as they add miles to their AT journey.
After speaking with them, we continued up the Wildcat peaks. There were four of them that we had to go over. Some parts of the climb were tricky and straight up. We rested on top of the first Wildcat peak. There is a gondola up there that is also used during the ski season. It was funny to watch people wearing shorts and summer gear getting out of it. Sam, Sam's dad, and I all had on our rain gear to keep us warm. Our bodies definitely get cold from the sweat soaked clothes and the wind. Sam's dad hiked with us to the fourth Wildcat peak which overlooked the Carter Notch Hut in the valley below. It was a pretty cool sight as we were mostly in the clouds, but the sun was shining on other mountains.
Sam's dad turned around and walked back to the gondola while Sam and I headed down the mountain. I took a really hard fall and bruised my right hip pretty good. The terrain is some of the most difficult we have seen so far. It took us five hours to hike six miles. Sam and I stopped in at the hut before heading on. The croo was awesome. Every one of them introduced themself as they saw us. Most other croos wanted nothing to do with us it seemed like. They all asked if we were going to stay there too. We didn't even have to ask to do a work for stay. Both of us would have loved to stay, but we knew we needed to move on. We snacked on some cookies and coffee cake which they offered to us and soon were on our way.
Back on the trail, we passed Maple and Chewy while climbing up the Carter range. They had passed us while we were in the hut. Longshanks had stayed in town a little longer with his family so her wasn't with them. For the most part the four of us hiked together until we reached the Imp shelter and campground. I took another fall on the way in. This time it was more of a five foot slide down a rock. Luckily, I foot hit the ground at a good angle not causing it to twist.
As this was an AMC shelter which costs money, Chewy went on and stealth camped elsewhere. I wish he would have stuck around cause it was a packed house. A lot of people ended up showing up: Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, Filo, Sonic, and Riverdog. This is the most thru hikers I have seen in months. The tentsite was very windy. It took me some time to get my tent set up. Since I was on a wooden tent platform, I had to use my bear bag rope to secure my tent from blowing away. All the trees around me we swaying a few feet back and forth. The ground around some of them was even moving too as the roots appeared to be getting a little loose. It was also quite cold. Perhaps the coldest it has been since the beginning of the trip and snow. It was nice to have my cold weather sleeping gear. I hunkered down in my test and was soon fast asleep.
Monday, July 26, 2010
July 24 - 7.8 / 1,860.1
Again, I woke up to guests coming into the dining room and the croo cooking. A part of me wished we had hiked on as the weather was now a misty haze. I wanted something nice to go over Mt. Madison.
As we waited to leave, the two ladies and some of the kids inquired about our trip. It was good to get questions. I did get a kick out of one though. We were asked if we were scientists. It must be the beards I guess. The two families hooked us up with some trail mix. It was nice of them to do that.
The climb over Madison was ok. The conditions could have been better. After summitting, we leapfrogged Graham Cracker. She is the one who said she is thru hiking but did 900 miles last year. I asked her about her trip again. I was eluding to her saying she is a thru hiker when she is really a section hiker. She had no idea what I was trying to do. I gave up and decided it wasn't worth it to flat out just tell her. Maybe she will realize it one day.
The decent down Madison and into Pinkham Notch was slow. I think we averaged a mile an hour the first three miles. We were able to pick up the pace the last three miles into the Notch and visitors center. We passed Chewy who caught back up with us. Sam and I were able to get a hitch from a gentleman who thru hiked a few years back. He had on an Alabama hat which I gave him a hard time about. It was good to see an SEC hat though. He took us all the way into Gorham and dropped us off at the outfitter. We looked around there before getting a hold of LS. LS and his brother came into town and picked us up to take us back to the house where LS' family was. Maple was already there and Chewy joined us too.
We relaxed and had a wonderful dinner. After dinner, we played a card game called "Oh Hell." It was like spades but with no teams. You bid tricks and try to win that number. It was fun yet amusing. I still don't think Sam and any idea of what was going on.
I also enjoyed a pint of ice cream. I got it out of the freezer, and everyone thought they deserved it. Reluctantly, I did share some.
As we waited to leave, the two ladies and some of the kids inquired about our trip. It was good to get questions. I did get a kick out of one though. We were asked if we were scientists. It must be the beards I guess. The two families hooked us up with some trail mix. It was nice of them to do that.
The climb over Madison was ok. The conditions could have been better. After summitting, we leapfrogged Graham Cracker. She is the one who said she is thru hiking but did 900 miles last year. I asked her about her trip again. I was eluding to her saying she is a thru hiker when she is really a section hiker. She had no idea what I was trying to do. I gave up and decided it wasn't worth it to flat out just tell her. Maybe she will realize it one day.
The decent down Madison and into Pinkham Notch was slow. I think we averaged a mile an hour the first three miles. We were able to pick up the pace the last three miles into the Notch and visitors center. We passed Chewy who caught back up with us. Sam and I were able to get a hitch from a gentleman who thru hiked a few years back. He had on an Alabama hat which I gave him a hard time about. It was good to see an SEC hat though. He took us all the way into Gorham and dropped us off at the outfitter. We looked around there before getting a hold of LS. LS and his brother came into town and picked us up to take us back to the house where LS' family was. Maple was already there and Chewy joined us too.
We relaxed and had a wonderful dinner. After dinner, we played a card game called "Oh Hell." It was like spades but with no teams. You bid tricks and try to win that number. It was fun yet amusing. I still don't think Sam and any idea of what was going on.
I also enjoyed a pint of ice cream. I got it out of the freezer, and everyone thought they deserved it. Reluctantly, I did share some.
July 23 - 7.1 / 1,852.3
I was woken up pretty early to the croo starting to cook breakfast. Also, guest were starting to come out of the bunk area and into the dining hall. That caused me to get out of my sleeping bag pretty quickly and clean up my stuff.
Lola and Sunrise left before breakfast since they had to get through the Presidentials to meet up with a couple they met earlier in their trip. The couple was taking them in, in Gorham, NH, for the weekend. The rest of us ate breakfast, again after all the guests. Maple and Longshanks headed out shortly after while Sam and I stuck around to perform our work for stay chores. We had to sweep the bunk rooms, fold/check the blankets on the bunks, and sweep the dining hall. It took quite a bit longer than we planned for it to. There were two families that consisted of nine or ten kids. I was sweeping the dining room and I think all of the kids took their turn walking right through my dirt pile. They were oblivious to what was going on. Finally, Sam and I made it out of the hut around 10.
The weather was perfect for our ascent over Mt. Washington. The mountain holds the record of the highest land speed recorded by man, and second (man or machine) highest land wind speed ever recorded. The mountain is in the clouds about 2/3 of the year. To have a clear day was pretty remarkable. The climb up was not too bad. I actually enjoyed the rock scramble. It is also a little nicer trail since a lot of hikers go between the hut and the summit. I met a lady, Alison, and her daughter on the way up. Alison mentioned that it was her daughters idea to be out their hiking and even was interested in hiking the AT. I believe he daughter was only nine too. How amazing it is to have someone that young and interested in hiking the trail. Alison said they might even hike it next year.
I continued to the top where I was overwhelmed by tourists. Most of them had driven or taken the cog railroad up to the top. They would then walk 100 yards to the summit or restaurant. It was quite amusing yet sad. Sam and I grabbed a bite to eat at the snack bar even though we had only been hiking for about 30 minutes. I saw Alison again and passed my blog on to her. I also saw some people who had stayed at the hut and some southbounders. I spoke with one girl, who I originally thought was thru hiking. She mentioned that someone died a few days ago after falling down one of the trails. She mentioned that they were not allowed to hike up the trail until 3 days later. The summit keeps a lists of all those who have died in the area to be a reminder of the dangers associated with the Whites.
Sam and I left the summit and went by Mt. Clay, Mt. Jefferson, and Edmands Col. The hike wasn't too bad as most was just along the ridge. It was also some nice rock scrambles. We also passed the two families with the kids. I have to give it to them for having all the kids out there. We made it to the Madison Springs Hut at the base of Mt. Madison. Maple and Sunrise were there. Maple's nose was bleeding again as she had accidentally blown the blood clot out. We did get a good laugh. A lot of people would ask if Maple was ok or if she wanted medicine. I would say 95 percent of those have no medical background. Longshanks is a wilderness EMT, and I am a wilderness first responder. Between the two of us, we were keeping an eye on her. As we were sitting outside the hut, a gentleman kept pacing by. He finally stopped and asked what had happened. He then mentioned he was a head and neck surgeon. We all got a kick out of it since his training is way above ours. There wasn't much he could do, but he did recommend for her to see a doctor since he bleeding was not stopping.
Also while we were sitting there, LS mentioned that he was meeting his family at the notch the next day. He said Sam and I could join them. Almost instantly, Sam and I knew we were done hiking for the day since the notch was less than 8 miles away. We inquired with the hut croo about a work for stay. They said they would allow two. Therefore, Sam and I stayed while Maple, LS, and Chewy hiked on. They were planning to keep moving anyway. That made it a really short day for Sam and I. We enjoyed the down time that we now had. We sat in the hut while all the guests were tended to. We got a few leftovers of chicken pot pie. We also ate some cheesecake brownies which were quite good. Our work for the evening was to clean the brownie pans and clean out the frig. The frig took some time. I wasn't too happy with them assigning that one to us.
Again, lights out was at 9:30. I was out shortly after that.
Lola and Sunrise left before breakfast since they had to get through the Presidentials to meet up with a couple they met earlier in their trip. The couple was taking them in, in Gorham, NH, for the weekend. The rest of us ate breakfast, again after all the guests. Maple and Longshanks headed out shortly after while Sam and I stuck around to perform our work for stay chores. We had to sweep the bunk rooms, fold/check the blankets on the bunks, and sweep the dining hall. It took quite a bit longer than we planned for it to. There were two families that consisted of nine or ten kids. I was sweeping the dining room and I think all of the kids took their turn walking right through my dirt pile. They were oblivious to what was going on. Finally, Sam and I made it out of the hut around 10.
The weather was perfect for our ascent over Mt. Washington. The mountain holds the record of the highest land speed recorded by man, and second (man or machine) highest land wind speed ever recorded. The mountain is in the clouds about 2/3 of the year. To have a clear day was pretty remarkable. The climb up was not too bad. I actually enjoyed the rock scramble. It is also a little nicer trail since a lot of hikers go between the hut and the summit. I met a lady, Alison, and her daughter on the way up. Alison mentioned that it was her daughters idea to be out their hiking and even was interested in hiking the AT. I believe he daughter was only nine too. How amazing it is to have someone that young and interested in hiking the trail. Alison said they might even hike it next year.
I continued to the top where I was overwhelmed by tourists. Most of them had driven or taken the cog railroad up to the top. They would then walk 100 yards to the summit or restaurant. It was quite amusing yet sad. Sam and I grabbed a bite to eat at the snack bar even though we had only been hiking for about 30 minutes. I saw Alison again and passed my blog on to her. I also saw some people who had stayed at the hut and some southbounders. I spoke with one girl, who I originally thought was thru hiking. She mentioned that someone died a few days ago after falling down one of the trails. She mentioned that they were not allowed to hike up the trail until 3 days later. The summit keeps a lists of all those who have died in the area to be a reminder of the dangers associated with the Whites.
Sam and I left the summit and went by Mt. Clay, Mt. Jefferson, and Edmands Col. The hike wasn't too bad as most was just along the ridge. It was also some nice rock scrambles. We also passed the two families with the kids. I have to give it to them for having all the kids out there. We made it to the Madison Springs Hut at the base of Mt. Madison. Maple and Sunrise were there. Maple's nose was bleeding again as she had accidentally blown the blood clot out. We did get a good laugh. A lot of people would ask if Maple was ok or if she wanted medicine. I would say 95 percent of those have no medical background. Longshanks is a wilderness EMT, and I am a wilderness first responder. Between the two of us, we were keeping an eye on her. As we were sitting outside the hut, a gentleman kept pacing by. He finally stopped and asked what had happened. He then mentioned he was a head and neck surgeon. We all got a kick out of it since his training is way above ours. There wasn't much he could do, but he did recommend for her to see a doctor since he bleeding was not stopping.
Also while we were sitting there, LS mentioned that he was meeting his family at the notch the next day. He said Sam and I could join them. Almost instantly, Sam and I knew we were done hiking for the day since the notch was less than 8 miles away. We inquired with the hut croo about a work for stay. They said they would allow two. Therefore, Sam and I stayed while Maple, LS, and Chewy hiked on. They were planning to keep moving anyway. That made it a really short day for Sam and I. We enjoyed the down time that we now had. We sat in the hut while all the guests were tended to. We got a few leftovers of chicken pot pie. We also ate some cheesecake brownies which were quite good. Our work for the evening was to clean the brownie pans and clean out the frig. The frig took some time. I wasn't too happy with them assigning that one to us.
Again, lights out was at 9:30. I was out shortly after that.
July 22 - 14.0 / 1,845.2
Like many times before, the plan before going to bed was to get up early and hit the trail. However, it was still raining. Neither Sam or I wanted to move. I pulled myself out of my sleeping bag and got going. The next three or so miles were downhill to the road. I figured we might see the others camping down there. We didn't see any tents in the woods though. We did see a piece of paper for one of the locals offering trail magic in the form of shower, supplies, and shelter. Sam and I were convinced that all the others called the girl the night before and ended up sleeping in an actual house.
The next few hours were an experience. We ascended up to Webster Cliffs. It began to rain and the trees got smaller. The terrain also turned from a path into rock climbing. Soon the trees disappeared, and there was nothing to block the wind. It had to have been wind gusts over 50 miles an hour. Not only was the rain going sideways, I was too. I would be blown one direction and then the opposite direction 2 seconds later. I would try to lean into the wind. It would then stop causing me to almost faceplant.
On the climb up, I also met two older ladies. One of them told me that they were thru hiking and started April 1st. I was baffled by how they had been doing such great timing. Plus, I had never heard of them. She then mentioned that she hiked 900 miles last year and skipped those miles this year. No wonder she is already in the Whites. Like the gentleman who also said he was thru hiking but started in 2008, it irritates me that they call themself thru-hikers. There is nothing wrong with being a section hiker. Personally, I think it would be a lot harder to hike over multiple years, both on your body and on the social aspect. We are all hiking the same trail, and it doesn't matter how one does it as long as they hike it all. Calling yourself a thru hiker when you are not only diminishes the accomplishments of those who complete the trail in under a year.
With the weather and terrain, it took an extra long time to make it to Mizpah Hut. Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, and Maple were there when we arrived. Turns out that Maple somehow faceplanted during her hike. He face is pretty bruised around her eyes, nose, and lips. Her nose and lips are pretty swollen too. She mention she has a condition in which she bruises easily and her blood is slow to clot. That makes her injury look worse than it is.
I warmed up at the hut by getting some hot chocolate, soup, and some apple crisp (aka apples topped with oatmeal left over from breakfast. The croo also gave each of us some tangerines. The hike after the hut was along a ridgeline. I crossed over Mt. Pierce and Mt. Franklin. The trail went around the peak of Mt. Eisenhower and Mt. Monroe. Sam and I were talking about how the AT will go out of the way just to go over a peak. But we going through the Presidentials in the Whites, the trail will go close to the peak and not take us over the top. We could have taken side trails up to the top, but that is not the AT.
As we came around Monroe, the clouds started to lift and parted every once in a while. It was quite a sight being at cloud level and then all of a sudden being able to see other peaks and down in a valley. The top of Mt. Washington was still covered by clouds even though we were just a 0.1 or so away.
The stopping point was the Lakes of the Clouds Hut. It is the biggest in the Whites as it holds over 100 guests. Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, and Maple were already there. Sam and I got settled and then asked for a work for stay. The croo was cool with it. The croo was a volunteer croo of older folks. They come in for a weekend and allow the original croo to have a break. Luckily for us, all the volunteers were really nice to us. Also, the two cooking were cooks in their normal life. Therefore, dinner was excellent. We had to wait for the guests to finish, but there were still plenty of leftovers. We joined the croo in the kitchen afterwards to chow down on some beef stroganoff and corn soup. I think I had four plate fulls.
Lights out were at 9:30. I was grateful for that since I was pretty exhausted. The wind was blowing very strong and the temp inside the hut was 55. It felt great to be in my sleeping bag and took me no time at all to fall asleep.
The next few hours were an experience. We ascended up to Webster Cliffs. It began to rain and the trees got smaller. The terrain also turned from a path into rock climbing. Soon the trees disappeared, and there was nothing to block the wind. It had to have been wind gusts over 50 miles an hour. Not only was the rain going sideways, I was too. I would be blown one direction and then the opposite direction 2 seconds later. I would try to lean into the wind. It would then stop causing me to almost faceplant.
On the climb up, I also met two older ladies. One of them told me that they were thru hiking and started April 1st. I was baffled by how they had been doing such great timing. Plus, I had never heard of them. She then mentioned that she hiked 900 miles last year and skipped those miles this year. No wonder she is already in the Whites. Like the gentleman who also said he was thru hiking but started in 2008, it irritates me that they call themself thru-hikers. There is nothing wrong with being a section hiker. Personally, I think it would be a lot harder to hike over multiple years, both on your body and on the social aspect. We are all hiking the same trail, and it doesn't matter how one does it as long as they hike it all. Calling yourself a thru hiker when you are not only diminishes the accomplishments of those who complete the trail in under a year.
With the weather and terrain, it took an extra long time to make it to Mizpah Hut. Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, and Maple were there when we arrived. Turns out that Maple somehow faceplanted during her hike. He face is pretty bruised around her eyes, nose, and lips. Her nose and lips are pretty swollen too. She mention she has a condition in which she bruises easily and her blood is slow to clot. That makes her injury look worse than it is.
I warmed up at the hut by getting some hot chocolate, soup, and some apple crisp (aka apples topped with oatmeal left over from breakfast. The croo also gave each of us some tangerines. The hike after the hut was along a ridgeline. I crossed over Mt. Pierce and Mt. Franklin. The trail went around the peak of Mt. Eisenhower and Mt. Monroe. Sam and I were talking about how the AT will go out of the way just to go over a peak. But we going through the Presidentials in the Whites, the trail will go close to the peak and not take us over the top. We could have taken side trails up to the top, but that is not the AT.
As we came around Monroe, the clouds started to lift and parted every once in a while. It was quite a sight being at cloud level and then all of a sudden being able to see other peaks and down in a valley. The top of Mt. Washington was still covered by clouds even though we were just a 0.1 or so away.
The stopping point was the Lakes of the Clouds Hut. It is the biggest in the Whites as it holds over 100 guests. Lola, Sunrise, Longshanks, and Maple were already there. Sam and I got settled and then asked for a work for stay. The croo was cool with it. The croo was a volunteer croo of older folks. They come in for a weekend and allow the original croo to have a break. Luckily for us, all the volunteers were really nice to us. Also, the two cooking were cooks in their normal life. Therefore, dinner was excellent. We had to wait for the guests to finish, but there were still plenty of leftovers. We joined the croo in the kitchen afterwards to chow down on some beef stroganoff and corn soup. I think I had four plate fulls.
Lights out were at 9:30. I was grateful for that since I was pretty exhausted. The wind was blowing very strong and the temp inside the hut was 55. It felt great to be in my sleeping bag and took me no time at all to fall asleep.
Friday, July 23, 2010
July 21 - 14.0 / 1,845.2
I think the guy that I was not too fond of to begin with woke me up at least four times due to going to the rest room. I couldn't believe it. I think he made as much noise as he could. I was wide awake by 5:30 when the croo started cooking breakfast. It smelled real good. Again, we had to wait for the guests to finish breakfast before we could eat. Breakfast was pancakes and oatmeal.
Lola and Sunrise left after breakfast as they washed dishes the night before. Samurai had to sweep the bunk rooms and fold blankets. I helped him so we could get out of there quicker. I found a fleece vest which belonged to an older couple that had already left. I felt bad cause I figured it was theirs, but I didn't want to hike it out not knowing for sure. I saw the further down the trail, and they confirmed it.
The only major climb of the day was first thing in the morning. It was a 1,100 foot climb in 0.8 of a mile. the hike after the climb was wonderful. We followed a ridgeline for some time and descended into Zealand Falls Hut. The hut had a great view of a valley and had a waterfall just through the trees. Some of the people staying at the hut were sun bathing and enjoying the water. Lola and Sunrise were at the hut when we arrived. We joined them for soup and lunch at the hut. Huts offer soup and drinks for lunch.
Sam and I left the hut with 8 miles to go. Two miles in, we started to hear thunder. Then the thunder got closer and the rain started. Neither of us wanted to get wet nor did we want to set up a tent in the rain. So we decided to hike 3 miles to the nearest shelter. I felt as if the storm was right over top of us for those miles. We made it to the shelter to find Lola and Sunrise had made the same decision. Also there was the "section" hiker from the night before. The rain let up and Lola and Sun hiked on. Soon after, Longshanks arrived. It was the first time I had seen him since Pennsylvania. He said that he had been trying to catch up with us. I told him he just missed the other two and told him where they were planning to stealth camp for the evening. He was excited to know he was right behind them. He too hiked on. Sam and I ended up not hiking out which turned out to be a good decision. The wind and rain got stronger. We had to pay to stay in the shelter which sucked, but at least I was warm and somewhat dry.
My friend too decided to stay. The caretaker wanted us to cook in the designated area away from the shelter since the area was having a bear problem. I told my section hiker friend, and he just grumbled about it. I don't know if that is even a word. He eventually walked to go find the cooking/eating area. He returned saying that it was not covered; therefore, he was going to eat in the shelter. Shortly after, I went in search of the cook area and easily found it, tarp covered area and all. I went back and told Sam. I made sure to say it loud enough that I had found it and that it was covered by a tarp just so they guy would hear me.
Sam and I cooked and ate while in rained. Also there was a group of high school kids out for 20 days. They were taking a trip guiding course in which they learn to lead outdoor trips. It sounded really interesting. We talked to them for most of dinner. We even scored some of their leftover food. I joked with the male leader of their trip. He tried a SOBO hike a few years back but didn't complete it. I kept giving him a hard time, and he returned the favor.
The shelter was a little cool. However, I felt cozy in my winter bag. Good thing I got it back a few days ago. Sleep time.
Lola and Sunrise left after breakfast as they washed dishes the night before. Samurai had to sweep the bunk rooms and fold blankets. I helped him so we could get out of there quicker. I found a fleece vest which belonged to an older couple that had already left. I felt bad cause I figured it was theirs, but I didn't want to hike it out not knowing for sure. I saw the further down the trail, and they confirmed it.
The only major climb of the day was first thing in the morning. It was a 1,100 foot climb in 0.8 of a mile. the hike after the climb was wonderful. We followed a ridgeline for some time and descended into Zealand Falls Hut. The hut had a great view of a valley and had a waterfall just through the trees. Some of the people staying at the hut were sun bathing and enjoying the water. Lola and Sunrise were at the hut when we arrived. We joined them for soup and lunch at the hut. Huts offer soup and drinks for lunch.
Sam and I left the hut with 8 miles to go. Two miles in, we started to hear thunder. Then the thunder got closer and the rain started. Neither of us wanted to get wet nor did we want to set up a tent in the rain. So we decided to hike 3 miles to the nearest shelter. I felt as if the storm was right over top of us for those miles. We made it to the shelter to find Lola and Sunrise had made the same decision. Also there was the "section" hiker from the night before. The rain let up and Lola and Sun hiked on. Soon after, Longshanks arrived. It was the first time I had seen him since Pennsylvania. He said that he had been trying to catch up with us. I told him he just missed the other two and told him where they were planning to stealth camp for the evening. He was excited to know he was right behind them. He too hiked on. Sam and I ended up not hiking out which turned out to be a good decision. The wind and rain got stronger. We had to pay to stay in the shelter which sucked, but at least I was warm and somewhat dry.
My friend too decided to stay. The caretaker wanted us to cook in the designated area away from the shelter since the area was having a bear problem. I told my section hiker friend, and he just grumbled about it. I don't know if that is even a word. He eventually walked to go find the cooking/eating area. He returned saying that it was not covered; therefore, he was going to eat in the shelter. Shortly after, I went in search of the cook area and easily found it, tarp covered area and all. I went back and told Sam. I made sure to say it loud enough that I had found it and that it was covered by a tarp just so they guy would hear me.
Sam and I cooked and ate while in rained. Also there was a group of high school kids out for 20 days. They were taking a trip guiding course in which they learn to lead outdoor trips. It sounded really interesting. We talked to them for most of dinner. We even scored some of their leftover food. I joked with the male leader of their trip. He tried a SOBO hike a few years back but didn't complete it. I kept giving him a hard time, and he returned the favor.
The shelter was a little cool. However, I felt cozy in my winter bag. Good thing I got it back a few days ago. Sleep time.
July 20 - 13.0 / 1,819.4
For leaving a town, I was able to leave at a decent time. Five of us got a ride from the local cab service.
The climb up to Franconia Ridge was a good one. One the way up, I passed by Garrett, the caretaker we had seen a few days before while crossing over the Kinsman. He was glad to see me again. We spoke until Samurai caught up to me.
The ridge was beautiful. We got up above treeline and could see for miles. The clouds parted for almost the whole time we were up there. Sam and I stopped on top of Lafayette, the highest on the ridge, for about an hour or so just to enjoy the view. It started to get crowded so we knew it was time to go. Garrett joked with us that we would see a French Canadian. No lie, the first two ladies I came across on top of Lafayette matched the description.
Chewy ended up catching up to us on top too. With him, Sam and I started to make our way down the ridge. Sometime down the ridge, Chewy left us and Lola and Sunrise passed us. I joked with them that if they got to the hut before us and took all the work for stay spots then I would hurt them. The Whites are crazy when it comes to what a tourist will pay here. There are multiple huts in the Whites. The huts are large, enclosed lodges which sleep 36 to 90 people. People will pay over $100 for a bunkspace, dinner, and breakfast. The nice thing is, the huts let a limited number of thru hikers do a work for stay. For a limited amount of work, a hiker will get any leftover food as well as floor space for a sleeping bag. Yes, floor space is on the dining room floor.
Sam and I made it to Galehead Hut right before the rain started. We went in and asked the Hut Croo (crew) if they had any work for stay available. They told us that they would see what they could do. We knew they would come up with something for us. The two of us joined Lola and Sunrise outside as we were not allowed to be in the dining room while the guest were eating. We tried to stay dry from the rain, but eventually the rain let up and a rainbow covered the valley. It was probably the closest I have ever been to a rainbow, pretty remarkable.
After the guest dinner, we went inside to sweep the dining room. The four of us then were fed. The meal was salad, green peas, and vegetarian lasagna. It hit the spot. There was more lasagna then we knew what to do with. As we finished eating, I was told I was about to give my talk. I had volunteered to tell the guest about my hike in order to fulfill my work for stay. There we go, Chatty Cathy was able to talk even more.
The talk went well. I was quite surprised by the lack of questions. They did ask quite a few, but I was expecting more. I kept the conversation going with two of the adults which was nice. The rest of the night was pretty low key. I was able to fall asleep pretty quick even though I was sleeping on a table. It must have been the full stomach.
There was one other guy there that joined us that has rubbed me the wrong way. First off, he told us he was a thru hiker. However, he started hiking the trail back in 2008. He had to leave the trail due to an injury. Secondly, the only work he did was sweep under two tables. All the rest of us swept and performed additional duties. Ahhhh, he pissed me off.
The climb up to Franconia Ridge was a good one. One the way up, I passed by Garrett, the caretaker we had seen a few days before while crossing over the Kinsman. He was glad to see me again. We spoke until Samurai caught up to me.
The ridge was beautiful. We got up above treeline and could see for miles. The clouds parted for almost the whole time we were up there. Sam and I stopped on top of Lafayette, the highest on the ridge, for about an hour or so just to enjoy the view. It started to get crowded so we knew it was time to go. Garrett joked with us that we would see a French Canadian. No lie, the first two ladies I came across on top of Lafayette matched the description.
Chewy ended up catching up to us on top too. With him, Sam and I started to make our way down the ridge. Sometime down the ridge, Chewy left us and Lola and Sunrise passed us. I joked with them that if they got to the hut before us and took all the work for stay spots then I would hurt them. The Whites are crazy when it comes to what a tourist will pay here. There are multiple huts in the Whites. The huts are large, enclosed lodges which sleep 36 to 90 people. People will pay over $100 for a bunkspace, dinner, and breakfast. The nice thing is, the huts let a limited number of thru hikers do a work for stay. For a limited amount of work, a hiker will get any leftover food as well as floor space for a sleeping bag. Yes, floor space is on the dining room floor.
Sam and I made it to Galehead Hut right before the rain started. We went in and asked the Hut Croo (crew) if they had any work for stay available. They told us that they would see what they could do. We knew they would come up with something for us. The two of us joined Lola and Sunrise outside as we were not allowed to be in the dining room while the guest were eating. We tried to stay dry from the rain, but eventually the rain let up and a rainbow covered the valley. It was probably the closest I have ever been to a rainbow, pretty remarkable.
After the guest dinner, we went inside to sweep the dining room. The four of us then were fed. The meal was salad, green peas, and vegetarian lasagna. It hit the spot. There was more lasagna then we knew what to do with. As we finished eating, I was told I was about to give my talk. I had volunteered to tell the guest about my hike in order to fulfill my work for stay. There we go, Chatty Cathy was able to talk even more.
The talk went well. I was quite surprised by the lack of questions. They did ask quite a few, but I was expecting more. I kept the conversation going with two of the adults which was nice. The rest of the night was pretty low key. I was able to fall asleep pretty quick even though I was sleeping on a table. It must have been the full stomach.
There was one other guy there that joined us that has rubbed me the wrong way. First off, he told us he was a thru hiker. However, he started hiking the trail back in 2008. He had to leave the trail due to an injury. Secondly, the only work he did was sweep under two tables. All the rest of us swept and performed additional duties. Ahhhh, he pissed me off.
July 19 - 0.0
When I woke up, I checked out the weather for the 20th time during the night. The forecast called for thunderstorms starting at 10 in the morning. Therefore, we decided to not hike since we would be above treeline on Franconia Ridge. That was all of us except for Inferno. She decided to move on and left in the late morning.
Sam and I went to Woodstock Station for lunch. A few people along the trail had told me to stop there. While there, we met Lion King. He is a trail legend. The rest of the afternoon was spent getting coffee, going to the post office, and getting more ice cream. Inferno did fail to mention that we bought ice cream the night before too. Waddey, since Inferno hiked on, I asked Samurai to respond to your question. He said, "Yes!" He even had ice cream for breakfast one day.
Sonic and Riverdog were at Chet's when we made it back. It was the first time running into RD since Fontana Dam. He is the one who told me about the compression socks for shin splints. The two of them, Sam, and I went and grabbed dinner together. We wanted to go to a place called Gypsy Cafe as many people had recommended it to us. However, it was closed and so we went to a Chinese place instead.
For dessert, I had another Ben & Jerrys. This time it was Mud Pie which was a new flavor to me. The night before, it was another new flavor of peach cobbler. I was a fan of that one.
I can't remember if Inferno spoke about this, but Chet has hikers sign different areas of his house in the hiker area. I created a logo for my name in the shape of a bowtie. "2010" is the knot of the bowtie.
Overall, it was nice to have a day of rest, but the weather wasn't as bad as they forecasted. A part of me was upset for not hiking. It is better to be safe though. Plus, what's another day out on trail?
I'll end on the story about Chet. He was an avid hiker growing up. One day he was priming his camp stove when it unexplainedly exploded. He ended up being burned over 40 percent of his body. He is legally blind and wheelchair bound. He is able to walk short distances with the assistance of a walker or canes. Wanting to give back to the hiking community, he started to open his house to hikers. It has now turned in to a hostel. He is one of the most genuine people I have met and would do anything to help a fellow hiker out.
Sam and I went to Woodstock Station for lunch. A few people along the trail had told me to stop there. While there, we met Lion King. He is a trail legend. The rest of the afternoon was spent getting coffee, going to the post office, and getting more ice cream. Inferno did fail to mention that we bought ice cream the night before too. Waddey, since Inferno hiked on, I asked Samurai to respond to your question. He said, "Yes!" He even had ice cream for breakfast one day.
Sonic and Riverdog were at Chet's when we made it back. It was the first time running into RD since Fontana Dam. He is the one who told me about the compression socks for shin splints. The two of them, Sam, and I went and grabbed dinner together. We wanted to go to a place called Gypsy Cafe as many people had recommended it to us. However, it was closed and so we went to a Chinese place instead.
For dessert, I had another Ben & Jerrys. This time it was Mud Pie which was a new flavor to me. The night before, it was another new flavor of peach cobbler. I was a fan of that one.
I can't remember if Inferno spoke about this, but Chet has hikers sign different areas of his house in the hiker area. I created a logo for my name in the shape of a bowtie. "2010" is the knot of the bowtie.
Overall, it was nice to have a day of rest, but the weather wasn't as bad as they forecasted. A part of me was upset for not hiking. It is better to be safe though. Plus, what's another day out on trail?
I'll end on the story about Chet. He was an avid hiker growing up. One day he was priming his camp stove when it unexplainedly exploded. He ended up being burned over 40 percent of his body. He is legally blind and wheelchair bound. He is able to walk short distances with the assistance of a walker or canes. Wanting to give back to the hiking community, he started to open his house to hikers. It has now turned in to a hostel. He is one of the most genuine people I have met and would do anything to help a fellow hiker out.
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