100 Mile Wilderness: Days 158 - 164

Day 158: 15.6 miles hiked (trail mile 2047.7)

We left camp at 6am and hiked strong all morning. A few miles before the Kennebec River we had our first Maine river fording which Ranger managed to rock hop while I opted to wade through in my sandals. We caught up to Meta and Grasshopper just before the Kennebec crossing and all emerged at the shore at 10am having already hiked 9.5 miles. It feels incredible to have terrain that we can cover at a full stride again and we have enjoyed the plentiful stretches of low elevation over the past couple of days. 

The Kennebec is a large river that is treacherous to attempt to ford because of the daily dam releases upriver. As an alternative to fording, the ATC employs someone to sit at the river with a canoe all season and ferry hikers across. The ferryman operates the canoe from 9-2 every day. His golden retriever, Maggie, comes along for the ride each way. Her job is to give and receive affection.

Meta and Grasshopper being safely escorted across the Kennebec

Meta and Grasshopper being safely escorted across the Kennebec

A short walk from the river took us to the pickup point for the Sterling Inn, in Caratunk, which offers free shuttles from the trail to the inn where they have a little shop with all the standard resupply items. This was the perfect mid-day break, as we had also shipped ourselves a box of food and toiletries that we had purchased on a supply run to a super Walmart when staying at Rattle River in Gorham, NH. We hung out on the porch and ate lunch (tortillas lathered with peanut butter and topped with marshmallows—a recent discovery) and worked on the blog.

Sterling Inn; Caratunk, Maine

Sterling Inn; Caratunk, Maine

Around 1pm we shuttled back to the trail and hiked an additional 5.5 miles to Pleasant Pond Lean-To. We sat down at the pond (lake) for a while with Meta and Grasshopper. This pond has a very different feel from the more remote ones we encountered the last couple of days and its shores are peppered with boats, houses, and people out noisily enjoying this pretty Saturday. 

Ranger, Meta, Grasshopper

Ranger, Meta, Grasshopper

Back at the shelter we set up our tent on a weird patch of gravel that felt a bit like an old parking lot, at least it was flat. The water source was pretty challenging to scoop water from, but we have become skilled at using a wide, flat leaf to direct the trickle into the smartwater bottle.

Later, we talked to some south-bounders (sobos). We have been passing multiple sobos a day in this stretch. We also chatted with Malibu, the ridge runner for this stretch of trail from Caratunk to the Monson Visitor Center.

Day 159: 21.9 miles hiked (trail mile 2069.6)

Squirrel was adorable eating its mushroom.

Last night we heard our first loon calls on Pleasant Pond. What a beautiful sound. We left camp at 7am and hiked up Pleasant Pond Mountain where we snacked on blueberries as we walked.

We also crossed paths with a hiker named Bouncer and his blue heeler, Aussie, who we originally met back in the southern states. Bouncer told us that he left cans of Mountain Dew and Pepsi on the back bumper of his ride, so when we made it to the road crossing we stopped and Ranger selected a Mountain Dew. Meta and Grasshopper had just sat down for lunch, so we joined them to eat before pressing on to climb the final mountain of the day. 

A splendid bog

Moxie Bald was a formidable mountain but something of a natural rock ramp ran all the way up and down the other side, so we greatly enjoyed the uniqueness of the hike. On top of Moxie Bald the cloud formations were beautiful and told of a coming storm.

Ranger and Sticks at the summit!

Ranger and Sticks at the summit!

When we made it down Moxie to the shelter at the northern base of the mountain we ran into Meta and Grasshopper, and Dallas. They all decided to stay in the shelter, but since it was supposed to rain all night tonight, and all day tomorrow, we wanted to get as far as we could today. We set our sights on the Horseshoe Canyon Lean-to nine miles away and managed to keep up a 3-mile-per-hour pace all the way to the shelter, so we arrived around 7pm. Just a short distance from the shelter, we encountered Jasmine and Nate, a couple section hikers we’ve been seeing more of lately. They were setting up their tent and, to our dismay, told us that there was a big overnighter group at the shelter. We needn’t have worried about space, as Gadget was the only other person sleeping in the shelter. The big group had set their tents up all together a short way away. We gleefully hopped up beside our friend and set up our bedding.

The most artistic blaze on trail!

The most artistic blaze on trail!

We saw our first kangaroo mouse on trail as we cooked our dinner when it came hopping through the sitting area. Tomorrow, we will hike (in the rain) the last nine miles to Monson, where we made reservations at Shaw’s, one of the oldest and most famous hostels on the trail.

One thing we have found out here is that it’s best to plan ahead for hostel days and try to reserve a bed or room at least a day or two in advance, sometimes more for more popular hostels. More than once I’ve found myself calling or texting a hostel from the top of a mountain for the best cell service. It's a running joke between me and Ranger that you can tell the thruhikers from the dayhikers in the more remote parts of the trail because they whip out their phones on top of the mountains to try to get messages out to loved ones or make reservations in the next town.

Day 160: 9 miles hiked (trail mile 2078.6)

Sleeping in the shelter turned out to be the right call because it rained hard all night long and well into the morning. We slept in until 7am just listening to the rain and left just after 8am when it lightened up a bit.

There was another river ford today, but we were able to cross without taking our shoes off on a structurally sound beaver dam.

Sure enough, it rained off and on all morning during our hike to Monson. Someone from Shaw’s picked us up from the trailhead and shuttled us to the hostel. The hostel has been around a long time and has its processes dialed in. It’s not the fanciest hostel we’ve encountered on trail, but they impressively manage a high volume of hikers and are well-placed, a couple blocks from downtown Monson and only a short distance from the trailhead for the 100-mile wilderness. 

The hostel is full tonight and tomorrow and many of our friends are here. We are sleeping on a futon for both nights we will be here. It’s priced at only $35 as a “semiprivate bed” because we’re on the landing that people with private rooms will have to cross through to get to and from their private rooms. Someone else is sleeping on the sofa in the common room below us on the ground floor. The sprawling yard between the various houses on the property is a tent-city.

It’s a tent city behind Shaw’s

behind Shaw’s

We showered and picked up our resupply boxes, then walked with Dallas to the General Store where we ordered hummus sandwiches from the deli to eat on the patio. Meta and Grasshopper joined us, and we laughed and feasted awhile. After filling our bellies we swung by the ATC Visitor’s Center to get information on Baxter State Park, the logistically challenging finale to the thruhike at the summit of Mount Katahdin.

Sticks, Dallas, Grasshopper, Meta, Ranger

Sticks, Dallas, Grasshopper, Meta, Ranger

Back at the hostel we also saw Bug, PB&Jazz, Bess, Lighthouse, Gadget, and Jeff. We alternated between productive tasks and hanging out with friends until bedtime. 

A sweet note from my sister in our resupply box

A sweet note from my sister in our resupply box

Day 161: 0 miles hiked (trail mile 2078.6) 13th zero

We signed up for Shaws’ famous community breakfast, and Ranger secured us seats at 6:45 since breakfast is served at 7 and word on the streets was that you needed to get there early if you wanted a seat at a table. They provided a plant-based breakfast for both of us although I ordered eggs with mine. The blueberry pancakes were deliciously fluffy. 

We found Bug at Shaw’s!

I worked on administrative tasks all day, like applying for my UK student visa, and took a break to eat lunch with Dallas, Ranger and a section hiker named Picnic Basket at the local pub right on the water. Dallas treated the whole table to a tasty brussels sprouts appetizer.

Later, Jeff and Ranger walked to the gas station to buy some fritos, and bonded awhile as I returned to my visa application, already a difficult process, but exponentially so on my phone and with the poor wifi. Ranger watched part of an old school video on gear for hiking the AT that the hostel was screening and saw a lot of his old gear. The younger hikers were evidently shocked by the bulkiness of the gear which tickled Ranger and some of the other more seasoned backpackers. We took care of the rest of our town chores and turned in at 9pm.

Shaw’s ended up being a fantastic spot to zero and get in the right headspace for the last leg of our journey. 

Day 162: 14.4 miles hiked (trail mile 2093)

Today was another incredible pancake breakfast with potatoes and eggs. I bought my plane ticket to Scotland during breakfast knowing I likely wouldn’t have internet again until after we summit Katahdin in another 10 days if everything goes according to plan.

Chaser, a sweet woman supporting her husband Silver Goat on his thruhike, gave us a ride back to trail. We started the 100-mile wilderness the same day as Meta and Grasshopper, Gadget, Jeff, PB&Jazz and Bess, Hiccup and Prime, Jasmine and Nate, and a bunch of others. Immediately upon entering the 100-mile wilderness was a sign warning of the difficulty of this section and suggesting hikers bring “a minimum of 10 days supplies” with them. This gave us a good laugh since we had exactly 5 and a half days of food in our packs.  

We lunched perched on a ledge beside at a waterfall that poured over shale rocks into a deep pool far below. The trail in this section has been absolutely beautiful so far. 

Jazz and Bess perched above us on the falls

We stopped about 14.5 miles in at a really wonderful campsite next to Long Pond Stream where Meta, Grasshopper, Jasmine, and Nate had stopped for the day. Bess and Jazz joined us later, and we all ate our respective dinners together perched on some rocks in the wide stream, simultaneously soaking our feet in the cold water. This is the life.

We spent about an hour this way before turning in around 7:30. We need to cover some good mileage tomorrow to put ourselves in the position to finish this section on time with the supplies with the allocated, so will be waking up early. 

Day 163: 19.8 miles hiked (trail mile 2112.8)

We departed camp at 6 and began our hike up into the Chairbacks mountain range. We had several peaks today and munched on wild blueberries along the way. 

One of our favorite moments was walking through a bog filled with rare and endangered plants, including carnivorous pitcher plants that were actually flowering! We had seen these flowers once before in the Whites but were unable to get close enough to identify them. 

We crossed paths with Gadget and hiked together awhile in the rain which varied in degrees of intensity until sundown. There were some really technical descents coming down the Chairbacks that had us scooting on our butts down the wet slabs and descending cautiously. Others were downright angry about how treacherous this stretch was, and we heard loud curses from below as other hikers attempted to navigate the wet rockslide, which was not well marked at all.  

Somewhere along our hike we stopped to pay a visit to a decent privy that was conveniently placed right off trail. My joints ache so badly these days that I no longer have squatting ability. We usually relieve ourselves a few feet off trail (give or take) wherever the urge hits, but try to take advantage of a privy (or especially a bathroom!) when the opportunity presents itself. Since my knees can’t support my own weight in a crouched position anymore, I have had to improvise these past few weeks by assuming a crab-walk position, resting on the palms of my hands, to poop in the woods. I have also become accustomed over the past few months to painfully, stiffly, hobbling around for the few minutes to half hour before my joints get warmed up again. This is known as the hiker-hobble and it’s pretty hilarious to look around camp in the morning and see all these extreme athletes (for lack of a better word) limping frailly around camp. I can only hope there are no long-lasting physical impairments that come from all this excessive hiking.

After separating from Gadget, who stopped to camp at a site a few miles before us, we forded a wide but shallow river. 

From there we immediately entered the Hermitage, a 2-mile-long stand of old-growth white pines over 100 feet tall. We were in awe of the giant, towering trees all around us and also grateful for the relatively flat trail through this small section. There was no camping permitted in the Hermitage, but we knew there would be stealth sites galore once we exited the protected zone. Here we also passed the turn off for the Gulf Hagas Loop Trail which is famously referred to as the Grand Canyon of Maine. We have made a mental note to return to hike the Gulf Hagas Loop sometime in the future.

Sure enough, we found a site by a brook and got set up during a brief break in the rain. Jazz and Bess showed up just after dark and joined us for the night at our wet little site by the brook. 

We are proud of ourselves for doing 19.8 miles today with a 5-day resupply in our packs, up and over an entire mountain range with over 5500 ft ascent and just about as much descent. The 100-mile wilderness is beginning to feel much less daunting as our packs are only getting lighter and the elevation will flatten out considerably by the end of tomorrow’s mountain range. 

Day 164: 17.3 miles hiked (trail mile 2130.1)

It rained all night and finally tapered off in the morning. We left camp at 7am and hiked up into the mountain range that climbs from Gulf Hagas Mountain to White Cap Mountain. This is the last formidable mountain range before Katahdin.

The trail crews did amazing work on this mountain, and the climbs and descents alike were well-blazed and comprised of many well-constructed stone steps. We braked for lunch on top of White Cap and laid out our rain gear, socks, and tent rain fly to dry in the sun and breeze. It shaped up to be a warm day, and the last few miles turned into a bit of a sweaty trudge.

As we were hiking by Crawford Pond at dusk, PB&Jazz and Bess called to us from a stealth camping area tucked in the woods a couple dozen yards from shore. Camped nearby was a hiker who introduced himself as Underpass. He thruhiked NoBo in 2018 and was beginning a SoBo thruhike this year. We all sat on the sandy beach and cooked dinner while loons called from the middle of the pond. They don’t seem curious about people and kept their distance far out in the center of the pond.

Bess and Jazz

Bess and Jazz

Underpass, Jazz, Bess, Ranger

Underpass, Jazz, Bess, Ranger

We have begun to call Maine’s so called “ponds” Humble Lakes. They often have sandy beaches, waves lapping at the shore, and crystal-clear water just about as far as the eye can see.

I went in for a dip and the cool water felt wonderfully refreshing. I’ve been waiting for the perfect swimming opportunity all trail, and this was it. 

The Bigelows: Days 150 - 157

I’ve fallen behind on the blog thanks to the frequent lack of cell service/wifi in Maine, which offers some of the most remote wilderness on the entire trail. Although we have by now finished our thruhike, I will continue updating the blog every few days with the notes I typed up on my phone each night before sleep in the final sections, all the way to the grand finale <3

- Sticks


Day 150: 10.1 miles hiked (trail mile 1946.3)

Ghost Pipes

Ghost Pipes

Ranger got us a hot breakfast from the Mills General Store Diner across the street which seems to be the central hub of this small town of Andover, population under 1000.

Speedy picked us up at 8:30 and had us on trail by 9am along with Hangin’ and Belch. We hiked strong and lunched at a shelter.

White Twisted Stalk aka Watermelon Berry

White Twisted Stalk

Wild Blueberries are often found among these beautiful clouds of lichen

Wild Blueberries

In this stretch we’ve feen a fair amount of a curious berry we identified as White Twisted Stalk (aka Watermelon Berry) and of course the small wild blueberries we have been stuffing ourselves with that are often found among beautiful clouds of lichen

We got caught in a mild thunderstorm on the way down the last mountain of today’s 10-mile stretch and waited at the crossing for Speedy. These short days have been a nice treat and chance to allow our bodies to recover from the wear and tear the Whites and the Southernmost part of Maine bestowed upon us. 

Day 151: 13.3 miles hiked (trail mile 1959.6)

For breakfast we had another classic meal from the general store diner. Speedy picked us all up at 7am and we were on trail by 7:30. As we were hiking, we saw a beautiful male grouse right on trail.

On top of Bemis Mountain, we found dozens of loaded blueberry bushes. We spent a half hour filling a ziplock bag with about four cups worth of wild blueberries which we plan to use to celebrate our last morning at the hostel tomorrow with homemade blueberry pancakes. 

Speedy picked us up from an overlook point with a beautiful view over some big lakes. It must be a popular destination because there was both a vintage corvette club and a motorcycle club enjoying the view.

Back in town we all walked down the street from the inn for ice cream from a local ice cream shop. I had sorbet with sour gummies and skittles on top. Ranger got us calzones (sans cheese) for dinner from the Mills General Store which were pretty good. Back at the inn we bathed and turned in early. 

I love these bronze toned mushrooms!

I love these bronze toned mushrooms!

Day 152: 0 miles hiked (trail mile 1959.6) 12th Zero

For breakfast we made breakfast with Hangin’ who added the wild blueberries we picked on top of Bemis mountain yesterday to the batter. The convenient store sold us a to-go cup of real maple syrup, hash browns and farm eggs, too, making it a proper feast. 

Hangin’ whipping up some gourmet wild blueberry pancakes

Hangin’ whipping up some gourmet wild blueberry pancakes

We spent the entire day doing absolutely nothing to the best of our abilities.

This evening, we collaborated with Hangin’ and Belch on cooking an elaborate veggie taco dinner using about a dozen different canned vegetables from the general store. 

After, Ranger and I spent a bit of time on the porch just holding hands and talking. A quiet, easy moment such as this is a rare treat on this long journey we’re on. Hangin’ and Belch put on the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone movie and Ranger joined them until it was time for bed.

Day 153: 14.9 miles hiked (trail mile 1974.5)

Speedy drove us back to the trail at 8:30 and Professor T came along for the ride from the West Bethel Inn. Speedy provided us with this much needed respite when we needed it the most after the challenges of southern Maine. We left overflowing with gratitude for this incredible trail angel and the magic he brought to our experience of Maine.

Belch, Hangin’, Sticks, Ranger, Miles (&amp; Lucy), Speedy

Belch, Hangin’, Sticks, Ranger, Miles (& Lucy), Speedy

We hiked with Belch and Hangin’ all morning and stopped for lunch at South Pond which had an unofficial campsite and two canoes with paddles. We took a paddle around the pond and investigated a beaver home on the other side.

Later, we hiked past the parking lot nearest Rangeley, Maine, and on to the Piazza Rock Lean-To. We are now in the land of ‘Lean-To’s’ as Maine calls its shelters.

Piazza Rock had a nice mix of platforms and dirt tenting sites and to my surprise Ranger expressed preference for a tent platform. We found a spot a bit tucked away from the busiest part of the shelter vicinity and took care of our camp chores. Since we are so close to finishing the trail, we are doing everything we can to keep our clothes and gear from falling apart completely. I have so many holes in my shirt and large patches that are fully threadbare on my back where the pack rubs, but at this point it has become a personal challenge to wear this shirt for the entire thruhike. It would feel wrong to change into a new shirt now, after all we’ve been through together, me and this shirt.

Day 154: 16.9 miles hiked (trail mile 1991.4)

We got going out of camp around 7am this morning, knowing that Grasshopper and AZ were going to catch up with us at some point this morning on the way up Saddleback Mountain. They caught us just before the sharp climb to the summit which turned out to be clouded in, very windy, and cold. This was the most severe conditions we’ve experienced above tree line in quite some time, which says a lot about how lucky we’ve been, because it honestly could have been much worse.

AZ, Grasshopper, Ranger

AZ, Grasshopper, Ranger

After AZ turned back around and headed to his car we carried on with Grasshopper and summitted The Horn and Saddleback Junior. The clouds eventually cleared up, lending us some excellent views.

At a creek crossing we took some time to soak our feet in the cool water. An aluminum boat could be seen crushed like a can among the flood debris in the center of the river, a warning sign for how strong these rivers can be in times of heavy rainfall. We are lucky to be hiking Maine during a relatively dry period, making for easy river fording.

Sticks and Grasshopper

Sticks and Grasshopper

At one point we passed right by a family of grouse. The chicks blend in so thoroughly with the forest textures that you can hardly see them when they’re standing right in front of you! We passed Poplar Ridge Lean-to, the shelter where we later learned that Gerry Largay (Inchworm) had spent her last night on the AT in 2013 before accidentally getting off trail and becoming fatally lost in the Maine wilderness.

We braked for lunch at the purportedly haunted (or otherwise occupied by ancient spirits) Redington Stream campsite, where we did pick up on a bit of an unsettled feeling, although it’s hard to say if some of the Guthooks comments weren’t the source of that, then pushed on to the Spaulding Mountain Lean-To, arriving at camp at about 7:45. It was a big day with nearly 6,000 feet of elevation climbed. 

Day 155: 13.5 miles hiked (trail mile 2004.9)

Last night was chilly, in the mid to low 40’s. Back in Virginia we sent one of our quilts home in order to free up space for more food. Ever since, we have been sharing a quilt, supplemented with a small fleece blanket, and although we have been determined to just finish the trail this way, this is not a choice either of us would make again as the shared quilt has not offered enough coverage to stay comfortably warm when temperatures drop into the thirties or even the low forties. If we get the chance to do another thruhike we’ll probably opt for 10 degree quilts for the cold season (0 degree was definitely overkill) and then swap those out for 30-40 degree quilts for the summer.

We departed camp with Grasshopper around 7am and descended a steep trail to a river crossing. The trail immediately took us straight back up to another mountain range: the Crockers.

Grasshopper on the ascent

Grasshopper on the ascent

Cute lil mushrooms

Cute lil mushrooms

On South Crocker we ate lunch on an overlook and saw a few more grouse chicks. While perched on the overlook a falcon soared playfully above in the updrafts of the mountainside. We passed 2000 miles today which means our journey is nearing its bittersweet end.

Grouse chick

Grouse chick

We also hit 2000 miles today!

2000 miles hiked!

As we hiked down to the parking lot for Stratton, AZ and his dog Rangeley met us about a mile out from the trailhead and hiked with us back to the parking lot. Here we were greeted by Elizabeth and Meta with a giant spread of fresh fruit, vegetables, and other snacks and drinks!

AZ, Elizabeth, Grasshopper, Meta, Sticks (&amp; Rangeley under the table)

AZ, Elizabeth, Grasshopper, Meta, Sticks (& Rangeley under the table)

We hung out awhile, talking and grazing on snacks, and then AZ drove us to the Hostel of Maine where we had made reservations for a private room. The hostel is spotless and beautiful—a log cabin mansion that caters not only to hikers but other mountain adventure sports. Right now, the season seems to have them filled up with primarily hikers.

We ran into Gadget and a few others from the AT. There was a donation-based spaghetti dinner prepared that we ate with the others sitting at tables in the dining room, and a complete resupply with great selection available that we also took advantage of. We spent most of the evening taking care of chores and relaxing.

Day 156: 10.4 miles hiked (trail mile 2015.3)

After the 7am buffet style breakfast with bagels, boiled eggs, and fresh baked muffins, we took our time enjoying the hostel, feeling no rush to get back to the trail today. I ate a muffin while soaking in a hot bath which was an indescribably luxurious experience. While I lounged, Ranger chatted with a section hiking couple from Rhode Island and hung out by the fireplace with other thruhikers.

AZ picked us up at 11am and took us back to the trailhead where Meta and Grasshopper were waiting. He and Elizabeth and their dog Rangeley (named for Rangeley, Maine) joined us for the first couple miles in. Rangeley is a young labrador with a silvery brown coat. He enthusiastically ran ahead and then back again, attempting to pick up and carry every stick or log in sight no matter its length, which was hilarious.

Rangeley tried very hard to make this “stick” work

Rangeley tried very hard to make this “stick” work

AZ and Elizabeth have become our friends and we are so glad our paths crossed on the AT. After saying goodbyes, we hiked strong up the initial climb into the Bigelows. We stopped with Meta and Grasshopper for a late lunch at a pleasant, elevated stealth site on a bed of pine needles with a partial view.

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We have enjoyed the Bigelows immensely and got to take in many fantastic views. This is the final mountain range over 4,000 ft until we summit Katahdin at the end of our thruhike! 

It started raining around 4:30pm and didn’t let up for the rest of the night. Thankfully the heaviest rains held off until 9pm when we were already cozy in our tent at the Safford Notch Campsite. 

Day 157: 16.8 miles hiked (trail mile 2032.1)

The rain finally tapered off around 7am and we left camp at 8. There were lots of blueberries on top of Little Bigelow Mountain which we snacked on while hiking. Our whole descent from Little Bigelow had fantastic views of the ponds below, where we were headed. 

Snack break with Meta and Grasshopper

Snack break with Meta and Grasshopper

For lunch we stopped at Rocky Beach just past Little Bigelow Lean-to and dried out our tent while waves crashed on the sandy beach. Meta and Grasshopper arrived moments later and laid out their tent to dry, too. We could see a family picnicking on a small beach on another part of the pond with their motorboat docked near the shore. 

Rocky Beach even had waves breaking on the shore

Rocky Beach even had waves breaking on the shore

As the day wore on, we began to rethink our 23-mile goal. So, when we ran into Meta and Grasshopper 17 miles in and saw their tent set up on the edge of East Carry Pond, we decided to stay. We poked around a little deeper into the woods and found a wonderful tent site. We all ate dinner perched on a big rock sticking out of the water.

A sandy beach catty corner to our tent site

A sandy beach just before our tent site

Meta shared a mini bottle of fancy whisky with Ranger, and we stayed there enjoying each other’s company as the sun set over the pond. A little family of ducks swam past, foraging for dinner. Since all our food bags were down to almost nothing, we hauled all four bags up on the same line and turned in just before sundown. 

Meta and Grasshopper, sipping whisky on the pond

Meta and Grasshopper, sipping whisky on the pond

How lucky we feel to have such wonderful tramily. These past few weeks have been especially nice since we know so many of the people ahead and behind us now, so no matter where we end up, we run into people we know.

As Ranger and I were doing our nightly tick check we heard the clamoring steps of a large animal in the woods not too far from our tent site. We scrambled out of our tent to try to catch a glimpse by headlamp (and partly out of fear of being trodden on) but it was already gone. It had to have been a moose!

Southern Maine: Days 143 - 149

Day 143: 4.8 miles hiked (trail mile 1873.7)

Thankfully we only had five miles to Pinkham Notch Visitors Center this morning. When we arrived, Dallas, Lighthouse, JP and Zane, and Hangin’ and Belch were already there finishing up an all-you-can-eat breakfast. We sat down for brunch and chatted a bit with one of the kitchen croo who gave us a mound of candy to snack on from his own personal stash.

The Rattle River Inn hostel picked us up at 11:30 and took us by Walmart for a resupply on the way to the hostel. Upon arriving at the hostel, we went through the (very involved) intake process before being permitted to enter the common space: we left our shoes and trekking poles outside, hung our packs in the gear room, selected loaner clothes from a hanging rack, showered and deposited our dirty clothes in a mesh bag.

Once in our room we spent some time planning ahead for our next section and preparing for the Wildcats, the final 21-mile stretch of the Whites.

Some of our dearest friends and former roomies from Austin had collaborated on assembling and mailing us a box of goodies, so we gleefully munched on quality snacks and read the lovely notes they included in the box. We had resupplied at Walmart forgetting that we had this box awaiting us, so we decided to set aside an assortment of food to mail ahead to ourselves. There are going to be a couple small towns in Maine that may be a challenge for us to get a full resupply at. 

We made a stir fry for dinner and as we were sitting to eat, Bug walked in! We hadn’t seen her since the Smokies and were overjoyed to learn that she hasn’t been too far ahead of us all along and get to swap stories. The Rattle River Inn sits right on trail but also shuttles guests to and from the Pinkham Notch Visitors Center as an included service for guests. Since Bug just stepped off trail a few yards to arrive here, whereas we shuttled from Pinkham Notch, she is still two full days ahead of us on trail. Ranger and I will return to this hostel once again, except this time on foot, coming out of the Wildcats.

Day 144: 13.1 miles hiked (trail mile 1886.8)

Ranger woke me up with Beyond Meat breakfast sausage biscuits and we prepared to depart on the 7:30 shuttle back to Pinkham Notch to hike a two-day section of the Wildcats. Thankfully our packs are lighter than usual since the hostel agreed to let us leave some gear and food that we won’t be needing for this overnight section before we end up right back at the inn for another night. 

From the Visitor Center we hiked straight up a super steep two-mile climb into the Wildcats. All in all, it was a challenging day, and we averaged a little over one mile per hour thanks to the steep ups and downs, and the rain.

When we braked for lunch at Carter Notch Hut, the northernmost hut of the White Mountains, the rain began. We ate chocolate cake from the hut in addition to our sandwiches and started back out into the rain, equipped with trash bag rain skirts. Thankfully we started back off almost immediately with a big climb, so we warmed up quickly despite the rain.

On top of Mt Moriah, we were able to see Mt Washington, where we had been just a couple days before, and encountered some of our favorite views of the Whites. Knowing that we’d already hiked them and being able to enjoy the view with a sense of accomplishment, rather than the sense of a looming challenge, made the view that much better…

Toward the end of the day, we descended a wet, steep half mile downhill section that there was simply no other way down than scooting down on our butts. Some thruhikers, the youngest and most spry among us, engage in what can only be considered a controlled freefall down these types of terrains, but neither of us is willing to accept that level of risk.

We made it to Imp Shelter around 8pm and opted to shelter sleep because of the incoming rain. More often these days we try to avoid getting our tent wet to save on the added weight a wet tent adds to the pack. It is really a fantastic feeling to sleep dry and cozy in a shelter while it pours down rain outside. Tomorrow is sure to be a wet one, but we are still happy with our decision to break up the Wildcats into two days. Many people attempt to do them in one go. We ran into Hangin’ and Belch, and Baby Bear hiking on her own, and as they were undertaking this daunting task, but we would likely not have finished until midnight at the rate we were going and were not feeling up for a long night hike on this terrain.

One of the best info graphics I’ve seen describing the composting privy maintenance and process

One of the best info graphics I’ve seen describing the composting privy maintenance and process

Day 145: 8.2 miles hiked (trail mile 1895)

Rain pounded on the shelter all night and we slept soundly in our warm and dry corner. We almost never get to sleep in the corner of a shelter because we’re almost always the last to arrive and end up shoving somewhere in the middle. Tonight, someone pointed out that the edges are a double-edged sword, as you get more privacy, but you’re also more exposed to the mice that scurry around the perimeter of the shelter. Around midnight a man and his sons came into the shelter, clearly shaken, and woke everyone up talking about how their tent had collapsed in the rain. They eventually squeezed in up top, and everyone fell back asleep. 

This morning we departed the shelter, stepping out into the steady downpour around 7am, and hiked until we were soaked to the bone. When we reached a swollen creek crossing without a footbridge our feet were already so drenched that the most obvious route was straight through the water. The last three miles, however, were the flattest we’ve had in over a week and we felt like we were flying.

Just after noon we came out of the woods to a short road walk to the Rattle River Inn where we are staying again tonight, this time in the bunk room.

We are feeling justified about our decision to break the Wildcats into two-days; it was hard. We showered and the hostel caretakers did our laundry. Ranger made us a delicious frito pie which we followed with a luxurious two-hour nap in our respective bunks. 

Jay, the hostel caretaker, saw me writing something, evidently liked my handwriting, and asked me if I wanted to revise a piece of signage for $5 off our stay. I ended up going overboard and illustrating an AT-themed border for the sign and he liked it so much he knocked $20 off our stay!

To top off an excellent day, Sunshine, the live-in hostel chef, made some cinnamon rolls from scratch which I enjoyed as a late-night snack, straight out of the oven. Heaven.

Day 146: 11 miles hiked (trail mile 1906.6)

Ranger woke me up with another delicious sausage biscuit breakfast. We took our time getting out of the hostel this morning and it turned out to be a good thing. We made it less than ten steps out of the door when it started aggressively pouring rain. We turned right back around and stood around in the intake room for about 20 minutes, with Hangin’ and Belch. When it became apparent the heavy rain wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, we left our packs and shoes and poles and wandered back into the common area where we wiled away a couple hours watching a movie, catching up on the blog, and chatting with Baked Potato. 

Around noon the rain tapered off and we begrudgingly headed out into what were sure to be heavily waterlogged trails. At least our upper halves would stay relatively dry.  

1900 miles hiked!

1900 miles hiked!

We climbed up and up, hiking strong for the first five miles of decent terrain. It was so muggy out that when we stopped for a break, we were amazed to see steam wafting off Belch’s shirt in visible plumes into the cool, damp air. After that, the trail disintegrated into a poorly maintained, mucky, waterlogged, overgrown stretch where we had to take our time carefully picking through bogs, trails that looked more like streams, and felled trees. Toward the end of the hike, we just walked straight through the ankle-deep water that had drowned the boards that were meant to elevate hikers above the alpine bogs. 

Submerged feet

When we arrived at Gentian Pond Shelter this evening, 12 miles in, we encountered Mama Bear, Baby Bear, Dallas, and a handful of other hikers. Just about everyone else had been caught in that downpour and every square inch of the shelter has clothes and gear strung up to dry. Too tired for anything else, we had a cold dinner and turned in, thankful to be sharing a dry shelter with comrades. This is a lovely shelter with a view, and we got to watch the moon rise over the distant mountains.

Day 147: 14.7 miles hiked (trail mile 1921.3)

Since Mt Success, our first climb of the day, is full of alpine bogs we pulled on our socks from yesterday, still as wet as when we hung them to dry last night. We set foot on trail at 6am knowing well that today would be a long day. Southern Maine is known to be the hardest part of the AT, and today’s stretch in particular because of the Mahoosuc Notch, a stretch of rock-crawling/bouldering that spans just under a mile, before a steep ascent.

We had also read of an unmarked, overgrown trail near the top of Mount Success leading just over a quarter mile to the remains of a plane crash from the 1950’s. This was not something we wanted to miss. Guthooks commenters said that the side trail required some major alpine bog bushwhacking and that you were sure to get very wet, especially if it had rained recently. We were already so thoroughly soaked by the time we neared the summit of Mt Success that it was no additional trouble at all to muck through some off trail bogs in search of this plane. Thankfully, the topo map on Guthooks provided a dotted line to what we supposed was the plane crash and we eventually found it without too much difficulty.

The plane was much bigger than we had envisioned and although it has been vandalized and stripped down over the years to its most basic structure it was still eerily intact considering it has rested here for over 80 years. Here are some details of the crash (thanks Amy!) https://www.scenicnh.com/blog/2010/08/mount-success-douglas-dc-3-plane-crash/

The summit of Mt Success

The summit of Mt Success

Funny little ladder boards assisted us in coming down the other side of the mountain

Funny little ladder boards assisted us in coming down the other side of the mountain

We crossed into Maine in late morning. It is so surreal to be on the final leg of our journey. However, it felt simultaneously more real than ever because the trail immediately became immensely difficult to traverse, more so than the Whites, or anything else we’ve experienced on trail. We encountered some serious scrambles that required much troubleshooting to safely traverse; a mere taste of what was to come in the infamous Mahoosuc Notch.

A bright spot in the day was encountering a grouse right on trail that fearlessly held its position so that we had to inch around it to pass.

Just before reaching the Mahoosuc Notch in the afternoon, we stopped at a sunny tenting platform to dry out our feet/socks/shoes, which was a morale boost before taking on the Notch. If we had timed things differently it would’ve been nice to sleep here and take on the Notch first thing in the morning. When we approached the Notch, a .8 mile stretch of large boulders sandwiched between two cliffs, we experienced an instant temperature drop of about 10 or 15 degrees. There was still snow and ice peeking out from beneath many of the boulders.

Through, not around

Through, not around

We collapsed our trekking poles and cautiously began the grueling climb/crawl. The whole thing took us just over two hours to complete and we rather enjoyed getting to traverse in a different way than usual. At one point, when I felt certain we must be over halfway through and wanted the endorphin rush of seeing progress reflected on the map, I checked Guthooks and was shocked to see we had made it less than a quarter of the way! After that I resolved not to look again.

Translating the X and arrow hieroglyphs was tricky, but when successfully located and interpreted correctly they indicated whether to go under, over, or around a given mound of boulders and provided some semblance of support in this choose-your-own-adventure maze.

Bouldering with a 20lb pack on proved cumbersome but Ranger managed to keep his on the whole way as a personal challenge, while I opted to shove mine ahead of me through some of the crawl spaces. Our only casualty was my knife, which and was lost forever down a deep, dark crevasse.

It was dusk by the time we finished the Notch but we opted to go ahead and climb the Arm—a steep ascent coming out of the Notch—to Speck Pond Shelter so that we would still have the option of hiking to Andover tomorrow, with Bethel as a bail out option. We said hello to Dallas, who appears to be the only person tenting on this side of the notch tonight, and started the climb. We made it halfway up before true darkness set in and we had to switch on our headlamps. The mica sparkled by the light of our lamps, and it felt magical.

Near the end of the climb, we started to hear thunder rolling in the distance, so despite our exhaustion we pushed hard to make it to the shelter, and hiked into camp around 10pm, 16 hours from when we began our 14 mile hike this morning. Unbelievable. The shelter was completely packed (by thruhiker definition, meaning people were body-to-body) and all the tenting platforms were taken so we dejectedly found a spongy, damp stealth site in the mossy overgrowth down by the water. It wasn’t until after we had fully set up camp that we realized we were in a tree graveyard and one giant, very dead tree was leaning heavily over our tent.

Too exhausted to move on, we made peace with our situation as best we could and agreed on getting a few hours of rest then breaking down camp super early so we could get out of there before the caretaker would notice our infraction. It rained gently for a while and there were a few big claps of thunder but by some miracle the storm just skirted us and eventually we slept.

Day 148: 4.6 miles hiked (trail mile 1925.9)

I snapped a shot of our stealth site after we broke down camp this morning. The pond is visible through the trees.

I snapped a shot of our stealth site after we broke down camp this morning. The pond is visible through the trees.

During our swift exit from camp this morning we ran into Gadget, and JP and Zane, who had apparently been among the sleeping bodies we had scanned with our headlamps last night while desperately looking for a place to sleep.

We hiked over and down Speck Mountain to Grafton Notch where the owner of the West Bethel Motel, who goes by the name Speedy, was to pick us up along with Hangin’ and Belch. On the last downhill stretch, I rolled my ankle for the first time in awhile and cried out of frustration and fatigue. Everyone around us seems a bit shell-shocked over the challenges of the last few days, and everyone is looking forward to a night in town. Once in the shuttle with Speedy, he pit stop by the Stop n Shop so we could resupply, and Dunkin’ Donuts, bless the man. Back at the motel we took some time to dry our gear out in the sun. 

Moss Rock, Belch, Hangin’, and Goose waiting for pick up

Moss Rock, Belch, Hangin’, and Goose waiting for pick up

AZ, our friend from the NY/NJ stretch who did so much wonderful trail magic for us and those around us, had returned to the area to continue supporting folks he had spent time with further south. This time, his wife Elizabeth came along as well as their handsome labrador Rangeley. AZ and Elizabeth picked us up at noon from the motel and took us to a little eatery a few miles away for lunch. It had a surprisingly good selection of plant-based options and we each had a tempeh BLT. We had a lot of fun catching up with these two wonderful people - this is just another example of the incredible bonds that form within the AT community.

Sticks, Elizabeth, AZ, Ranger

Sticks, Elizabeth, AZ, Ranger

Back at the hotel this afternoon I took a nap while Ranger made us a fabulous stir fry dinner in the motel’s fully equipped kitchen. The portions were so big we had to eat in two phases! 

Day 149: 10.3 miles hiked (trail mile 1936.2)

This morning Speedy drove us back to the trailhead with Hangin’ and Belch. We had seriously considered taking a zero, but the weather was too nice to pass up a hiking opportunity after so many so many days spent out in the rain. When we passed the Dunkin’ Donuts Speedy said “oops my car seems to be on autopilot” as he turned into the parking lot. When we returned with our donuts to the car told us he had a proposition. “If you’re interested you can stay in my brand-new hostel in Andover, Maine, 20 miles up trail from here, for the next three nights while I slackpack you over the next 33 miles. I won’t charge you a dime. All I ask is that you offer feedback and suggestions for ways to make it a great hostel.” What incredible kindness.

It was a resounding and incredulous YES, of course, and we even ended up leaving some of our overnight items like the quilt, tent, etc. in the car since we would be at the hostel tonight.

We had a great hike with Hangin’ and Belch and talked the entire way. They are an awesome pair from Jersey who are completing their hike of the AT after having to get off trail in 2019 for reasons outside of their control. They are vlogging their hike at: https://youtube.com/c/ItsWhoWeAre

Belch and Hangin’

Belch and Hangin’

At the 10-mile mark, just after passing a lovely waterfall gorge and a crystal-clear swimming hole, Speedy picked us up at the next road and took us to the inn. 

So here we are in this 150-year-old recently renovated inn, in a newly outfitted room, with the entire place to ourselves tonight. We spent the evening hanging out with the caretakers, Maggie and Miles, a free-spirited young couple with a sweet little dog named Lucy.

Maggie and Lucy

Maggie and Lucy

Ranger made us all tacos with canned veggies and beans that we were able to scrounge up from the general store across the street. We are getting pretty good at coming up with ways to cook plant-based meals from convenient store options. After dinner, Miles showed Ranger how to properly hold a sitar, which they had brought back with them from travels in India. 

Ranger and Miles

Ranger and Miles

We cannot believe this incredible situation we have found ourselves in and are looking forward to a quiet night in our pristine quarters.

The White Mountains: Days 136 - 142

Day 136: 9.5 miles hiked (trail mile 1803.7)

The rainfall estimates from Hurricane Elsa, passing just east of us, decreased in severity, so we made a last-minute decision this morning to take the gamble and climb Mount Moosilauke, the first mountain in the Whites.

Tragic Results!

Avoid Tragic Results!

The shuttle for the Moosilauke slackpack departed at 7:30 and Atticus drove us to the northern side of the mountain so we could slackpack 10 miles over the mountain and then return to the hostel for one more night. The other people signed up for our shuttle bailed in the morning because of the bad weather risk so it was just us in the van. We just needed to make it up the 1.5 mile extremely steep grade ascent along Beaver Brook before the rains hit, because of how treacherous it becomes when the falls are raging.

Beaver Brook

Beaver Brook

We were glad to be climbing rather than descending such a steep and slick route and ended up greatly enjoying the climb for its unique challenge and beauty.

At times we had these funny little steps to climb!

Once on top of Moosilauke we found ourselves in thick cloud soup and enjoyed occasional patchy views as the clouds swirled around the valley below. From the mountain top we could see light, puffy clouds below us and dense, dark clouds above. Hurricane Elsa hovered visibly in the distance to the east, dumping buckets of rain just a few miles away from us.

Hurricane Elsa to the East

Hurricane Elsa to the East

Despite this, we never encountered anything heavier than a sprinkle. There were few people out on the mountain today, but we did cross paths with Bess and PB & Jazz, JP and Zane. 

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The hike down was also quite steep, though manageable, and as we approached the base of the mountain, we were relieved to have bagged our first peak of the Whites. It felt a bit like releasing a pressure valve with the excitement and anxiety that had subtly built up about the Whites as we approached over these past couple weeks. There is so much hype built up around these mountains in the hiker communities—and rightfully so—but anyone who has made it this far on the AT is well equipped to engage in the appropriate planning, preparation, and risk assessment for a successful crossing. Toward the end of the hike, we passed through a monarch rehabilitation field and saw a couple monarch butterflies fluttering around the milkweed! 

The choice to summit Moosilauke with a hurricane passing so close was not without significant risk, but we had come out on top in this one. I joked to Ranger that of course a hurricane that shares a name with my grandmother wouldn’t hurt us!

Back at the hostel we snacked, showered, and relaxed with the others. Sitting that afternoon with Dallas, Lighthouse, Meta, Grasshopper and Mountain Goat eating our respective dinners, it began to pour suddenly while the sun remained out the entire time. It was exciting experiencing such heavy rain in the bright light of the afternoon sun and the droplets glittered and glinted all around us like falling jewels.

Lighthouse, Mountain Goat, Grasshopper, Meta, Dallas

Lighthouse, Mountain Goat, Grasshopper, Meta, Dallas

We also discovered that Lighthouse is a secret YouTube star! His followers call him the Bob Ross of hiking because of his calm demeanor: https://youtube.com/c/ShakerHikes

Day 137: 11.5 miles hiked (trail mile 1815.2)

At 8am we were dropped at Kinsmans Notch with full packs containing only 1.5 days of food for the next 17 miles to Lincoln, NH. The elevation profile is deceptive, and our shuttle driver had adamantly discouraged us from attempting to do the entire thing in one go. This was absolutely the right decision.

The terrain all through the Kinsmans was incredibly challenging and all in all it took us a little over 10 hours to go a mere 12 miles. Even the sections without major elevation gain consisted of giant, slick boulders that we had no choice but to scramble 10 feet up, 10 feet back down, rinse and repeat.

A boulder scramble with some nice roots to assist

A boulder scramble with some nice roots to assist

Killer, Wizard, Ranger

Killer, Wizard, Ranger

We braked for lunch at Eliza Shelter then climbed a 2.5 mile steep ascent (that began by following a cascading waterfall) to the top of the Kinsmans we found ourselves in stretches of long, uninterrupted scrambling by hand and foot.

The trail

The trail

At one point we passed a breathtakingly beautiful, boggy mountain pond surrounded by crimson red carnivorous plants. 

We enjoyed many stellar views and could see Franconia ridge, where we are headed, from an overlook on the south side of the Kinsmans about half a mile from the shelter.

The descent from the ridge was highly technical and steep, and we arrived at Kinsman Pond Shelter at 6pm to find an absolutely jam-packed campsite. The Whites are a popular weekend destination for overnighters which seemed to make up the bulk of the population at the site this Saturday night. Unable to find a site to pitch our tent we squeezed into the last space available on the top level of the shelter.

Although campsites are paid in the Whites the Caretaker never showed up to collect our dues – perhaps we just missed them getting seconds before sundown, as is our habit. We filtered water from the lily pad and tadpole-filled mountain pond and had an unfortunately stale tasting Backpacker Pantry Pad Thai for dinner. 

Day 138: 4.9 miles hiked (trail mile 1820.1)

This morning we hiked from Kinsmans Pond Shelter to Lonesome Lake Hut, the first that we’ve encountered of the hut system sprawled across the Whites. Each is placed about eight miles apart. A bunk in a hut costs about $175 a night so most of the time thruhikers stay in the shelters/campgrounds for $10 a person or find stealth sites by either knowing where to look for keeping an eye out for little paths that look a bit like game trails but lead to well-worn sites tucked just a short ways off trail (generally these can be found fairly close to the huts).

Inside Lonesome Lake Hut

Inside Lonesome Lake Hut

Historically, the huts used to allow thruhikers to sleep in the dining rooms in exchange for a couple hours of labor, which is how Ranger did it on his first thruhike 15 years ago, but this has been phased out because of the pandemic. Regardless, the huts are fun to stop in at for a baked good or bowl of soup, or if you get lucky, some leftovers from the meals prepared for the paying guests. They are also a chance to escape the severe and sudden weather that can occur in these mountains or use a sparkling clean composting toilet (as opposed to the fearsome privies that thruhikers become accustomed to at the shelters). 

Inside Lonesome Lake Hut we lucked upon a big stack of leftover pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and oatmeal. We hung out for a minute to graze on breakfast items and identified some of the plants we’ve been seeing from a small botanical guide for the region.

With only two miles left to the parking lot where we intended to get a ride into Lincoln, we iced our feet for a few minutes in the lovely and absolutely freezing Cascade Brook.

When we got to the interstate crossing, we hiked off trail about a mile to the Flume visitor center where we attempted to get a hitch to town. Tourists at the visitor center must be out-of-towners with no awareness of the proximity to the AT, because we stood there for about a half hour to no avail. Some people even rolled up their windows in obvious apprehension as they approached. We were about to give up and try to call a shuttle when Meta’s sister drove by and picked us up! She was in town to pick up her son Mountain Goat, Meta’s nephew, as his section hike with his aunt and uncle was coming to close.

They dropped us at Chet’s Place. Chet is an experienced trail angel that was accepting hikers on a word-of mouth-only basis during the pandemic. We had lucked out and met someone a few days before who gave us his info. Chet is a former hiker who is now wheelchair bound due to an accident. For the past 13 years he has hosted thruhikers as a way of supporting the hiker community. He converted his garage into a large bunk space and common area for hikers with 24-hour access to the bathroom and laundry facilities in his basement. While he used to host 6-8 hikers a night, he dropped his numbers way back as a result of the pandemic coming right on the heels of some unfortunate incidents with addicts posing as hikers taking advantage of the space for drug binges. 

Chet has a heart of gold and we loved taking time to get to know him and hearing of some of his incredible former adventures in the Whites.

From Chet‘s we were able to take a short walk into town where we saw a bunch of other hikers also resupplying for the next five day section of the Whites. In town we took care of laundry, resupplied at the Price Chopper and the outfitter, shared an ice cream cone, and had Mexican food for dinner.

JP and Zane rode by on some loaner bikes from the Notch Hostel while we were eating dinner

JP and Zane rode by on some loaner bikes from the Notch Hostel while we were eating dinner

Just as we were winding down for bed, we met Teri (Pterodactyl), another prominent thruhiker-turned-trail-angel of Lincoln. He swung by just to chat for a spell and shared some fun stories from the trail as well as encouraged us not to worry too much about the storms on the forecast. Despite the shared love of the AT, Chet and Teri were comically opposite in demeanor, and where Chet was gentle, soft spoken and deeply concerned for our wellbeing with the storms on the forecast, Teri was bold, excitable, and told us to get out there, weather be damned.

He wisely reminded us that the weather can change on a dime in these mountains and pointed out that the locals love to tell hikers how bad the weather is going to be up there only for it to turn into a lovely day. Once Teri cleared out, we had the place all to ourselves for the night and are grateful for it.

Day 139: 10.7 miles hiked (trail mile 1830.8)

Today was our first day in the Whites with our full packs. We expect this next 50-mile section of the Whites, over the Presidential range to Pinkham Notch, to take us five full days at a little over 10 miles a day. Due to the elevation changes, scrambling, technical sections, and weather that can turn deadly on a dime, the general guidance for planning a hike in the Whites is to take your normal daily mileage and cut it in half. 

We said our goodbyes to Chet and got a shuttle to the trailhead. When we asked Marlene if she would drop us right on the side of the interstate where the trail goes underneath, rather than at the parking lot a mile from the trail, she obliged which set our day off to a great start.

We started climbing at 8am and climbed about 4000 ft to Mount Lincoln where we arrived shortly before noon. On top of Lincoln we were reunited with friends including Dallas, Lighthouse, Mama Bear and Baby Bear, and Blueberry. We ate our lunch on the peak together and enjoyed the spectacular 360 degree views while clouds swirled all around us.

Blueberry, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, Dallas, Sticks, Ranger

Blueberry, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, Dallas, Sticks, Ranger

Next, we summitted Mt Lafayette, then finally Mt Garfield. We opted to skip Garfield shelter in favor of stealth camping, to save a few dollars.

We found a cozy stealth site tucked a short distance into the woods and barely visible from trail. The rest of the evening was spent taking care of camp chores and we turned in early, by 7:30pm. 

Jeff, a man in his 70’s who is hiking the ECT (Eastern Continental Trail) from Key West, Florida to Newfoundland, of which the entire AT is a middle section, walked into our camp around 8 on his own quest for a stealth site and we directed him to a site a few yards beyond our own. 

As challenging as these sections of the Whites have been, it’s incredible being able to stop a bit earlier than usual in camp and not worry about pushing big miles. 

Delicate alpine vegetation

Delicate alpine vegetation

Day 140: 12.1 miles hiked (trail mile 1842.9)

We had a restful night at our awesome stealth site. After checking the forecast and seeing that rain was coming in at 7am we scrambled to break down camp by 6:30 and hit the trail. 

Rain arrived as scheduled and we arrived at Galehead Hut soggy but with the satisfaction of having a dry tent in our packs. The hut had vegan chocolate cake and coffee available, and we sat there for about an hour or two waiting for the storm to pass.

A bunch of other thruhikers bottlenecked here with us because of rain, including JP and Zane, the Cornell Kids, Mama Bear and Baby Bear, Jeff (who was apparently awoken by the downpour) and a few others. The rain continued to increase in intensity, so we waited until 9:30 when it finally began to let up before climbing South Twin Mountain.

Zane and JP

Zane and JP

Jeff (ETC hiker) and Ranger

Jeff (ETC hiker) and Ranger

There were no views to be had since we were in the clouds, but we were fine with the cool temperatures. 

Just before reaching Zealand Hut we braked to enjoy lunch on a ledge next to a waterfall. Swiss Miss’s mom, who is joining her daughter through the Whites as they hike together from hut to hut, slipped upstream and dropped her trekking pole into the fast-moving brook. The pole was carried downstream, and we were able to rescue it before it went over the falls. 

At Zealand Hut we had a bowl of lentil soup and a slice of lemon ginger cake, then hiked another three miles until we found a good stealth site next to Pemigewasset River. We finished with camp chores by 7pm and will try to get an early start tomorrow.

Day 141: 11.1 miles hiked (trail mile 1854)

We left our stealth site by 7am and swiftly hiked a gentle five miles by 9:30am, then began the three mile climb up to Mount Webster. There was some fun scrambling toward the top where we just collapsed our poles and climbed by hand and foot.

On top of the ridge, we also crossed an alpine bog of liquidy black mud that was as deep as a fully extended trekking pole in some areas where we tested it. There were faint footprints in some areas telling of poor souls who overestimated the strength of a foothold or just totally missed their mark, presumably never to be seen again… joking… maybe.

We made it to Mizpah Hut by 3pm and got a great tent site on one of the elevated platforms in Nauman Campsite near the hut. The area around the hut as we approached was like a green waterlogged sponge, so finding a good stealth site seemed unlikely. Dallas, Blueberry, and Lighthouse splurged on a bunk in the hut while JP, Zane, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, Hiccup, Prime and the other thruhikers in our vicinity set up in the tenting area.

We paid $10 each and received a “pass” that enables us to get $5 off at the next paid AMC (Appalachian Mountain Club) sites we stay at if we present the pass, 2 free baked goods from the huts, and a free bowl of soup. This was our first time having to set up our tent on one of the infamous wooden tenting platforms throughout the Whites and it was tricky to stake out the rainfly though we did eventually manage to rig it. These platforms are an even bigger challenge for people who use trekking pole tents, but we saw people hack together a solution time and time again.

AMC Hut staff have to pack in all hut supplies using these giant wooden pack frames!

AMC Hut staff pack in all hut supplies using these giant wooden pack frames!

Ranger played Settlers of Catan with others at the hut and explored the upstairs library with Zane while I took a nap in our tent. The huts are known for giving hikers leftovers from the meals that they make for customers staying at the hut, so when I meandered back to the hut around 8pm there were about a dozen thruhikers hovering around in hopes of free food. The hut did not disappoint, and they clattered serving dishes consisting of the day’s remains of rice, meat, veggies, and bread along with small plates and eating utensils so we could all partake, buffet style. Thruhikers are clearly one of the initial stages of the waste-reduction/composting process at the huts.

Mizpah Hut had one of the nicest dining spaces

Mizpah Hut had one of the nicest dining spaces

We were also able to use our AMC pass to once again get a couple free slices of vegan chocolate cake!

Tomorrow will be a big day as we will be hiking from Mizpah Hut to Osgood tent site at the base of Mt Madison. This will be about 14 miles in total, including the 12-mile stretch above treeline referred to as the Presidentials.

Day 142: 14.9 miles hiked (trail mile 1868.9)

Because we had read and heard how challenging the terrain would be today, we got a 6am start out of Mizpah along with Baby Bear, Mama Bear, JP and Zane, Dallas, and Lighthouse. 

From Mizpah we climbed rapidly above tree line and were met with an incredible early morning landscape above the clouds.

We hiked strong the first five miles or so to Lake of the Clouds hut where we met a croo member who explained how they are measuring clouds here at the base (and top) of Mt Washington. The cloud measuring device added to feel of otherworldliness in this stretch.

Lake of the Clouds Hut

Lake of the Clouds Hut

Cloud measuring device made us feel like we were on another planet!

Cloud measuring device

Apparently our 6am start wasn’t early enough because by 8:30 they were already cleared out of breakfast leftovers. So, there was nothing to do but begin our climb of Mount Washington. Mount Washington is touted as having the worst recorded weather in the United States and frequently has sustained winds of over 200mph. Hikers are repeatedly warned by maps, signs, and conversationally, not to attempt to complete this stretch of the Whites if there is even a chance of thunderstorms, so we are very fortunate to have this one clear day amidst the storms of late. We wonder aloud what our friends one day behind us will do tomorrow if the forecasted storms come to fruition.

In the distance we could hear the whistle of The Cog, the first mountain-climbing train established in the world that carries hundreds of visitors a day to the top of Mount Washington, the highest peak in the Whites. At the top of Mount Washington sits a gigantic visitor center complete with a museum, gift shop, and cafeteria. We ate our peanut butter sandwiches with snack bar supplements and waited for a gap in train loads to get our photo next to the popular Mount Washington sign with its ugly backdrop of the visitor center. 

The Cog Railway

The Cog Railway

Beginning with Mt Washington the terrain degraded into a seemingly never-ending talus field, and we poked along climbing mountain after mountain at what felt like a turtle’s pace. The views were incredible all day long, as well as the unique alpine vegetation, and kept our spirits up.

Alpine vegetation is so delicate and special

Alpine vegetation is so delicate and special

Faster, more nimble hikers than us took the side trails to bag the peaks that weren’t directly on the AT, and then would come flying past us again further along. But we knew if we were to make it out before dark we needn’t diverge from the designated path. 

The trail was marked by cairns such as this through the talus fields

The trail was marked by cairns through the talus fields

In the evening we reached Madison Hut, positioned right beneath Mt Madison which was to be the challenging finale to the Presidentials. At the hut we stopped to collect ourselves and made one of our best meals on trail yet: dehydrated ReadyWise veggie chili with Fritos, the last of our dehydrated trumpet mushrooms from Hanover and nutritional yeast. 

Here we met a guy who told us how he quit the AT on an attempted thruhike a few years ago after getting caught in an unexpected thunderstorm on his way to Lake of the Clouds Hut. He said he had been so terrified for his life as he stumbled along in the sudden pitch black, thunder, lightning, and high winds that he had bartered with God for his life, promising that he would immediately return home to his wife should he survive the ordeal. When he finally made it to the hut alive, he bailed off the mountain, and the AT, the very next day. Now he is back to finish the final stretch of his journey to Katahdin. 

Fueled by our incredible chili Frito pie and some fresh lemonade from the hut we enjoyed the steep climb up Madison. The climb was immediately followed by a steep and highly treacherous 2.5-mile, 3,000-foot descent down a massive talus slope to Osgood campsite. I wish I had taken a photo but was at the time too consumed by the task at hand to take out my phone. Guthooks user comments on this section said things like, “Satan would be impressed” and “this section was designed by a sadist.” I nearly kissed the dirt when we finally made it back below tree line. We trudged into camp with our last energy reserves just before darkness crept in and set up our tent on a group tenting platform next to Hangin’ and Belch, who have the same tent as us, Big Agnes Cooper Spur UL2 – except theirs is a 3-person.

Blueberry Peach Pie: Days 129 - 135

Day 129: 0 miles hiked (trail mile 1706) (11th Zero)

By 8am we made our way down to breakfast where we had an omelet with potatoes. Breakfast was actually included with the room and was absolutely delicious! 

When we saw that rain was expected all day long (and heard the rain pounding outside) we decided to enjoy a zero here.

Deep Fried picked us up for lunch in a rental car. He is taking some time off to recover from an injury while providing trail support for Trippin’ as she continues. We swung by a local food co-op for some snacks then picked up Thai food and brought it back at the hotel.

Ranger and Deep Fried played the “Life on the Farm” board game while I took a nap. We spent the rest of the day taking care of various chores – namely working on the blog and planning ahead.

For dinner we had sourdough bread and hummus that we had picked up from the grocery store. A perfectly relaxing zero…

Day 130: 15.4 miles hiked (trail mile 1721.4)

For our complimentary breakfast this morning Ranger had oatmeal and I had French toast. We took our time packing up, side-eyeing the rain still falling outside our window, but finally donned our rain gear and checked out around 10. Half a mile back uphill to the trail and we were off.

We hiked past a cascading waterfall, and then through a short boardwalk section with some pretty wild lilies in the marsh.

We hiked in the rain all day—which was thankfully never very heavy—and enjoyed the lush forest along the various mountain ridges. Today consisted of a lot of PUDs, all in all about 4200 ft of climbing and about the same in descent. 

We stopped around 7pm at The Lookout, a privately owned cabin about .1 mile off the trail that the owners generously allow AT hikers to use. It is astonishingly nice, with windows, no leaks or drafts, a door that latches, and a second story sleeping loft.

The Lookout

The Lookout

Contrary to expectation, when we arrived there were only two other hikers here: Zane and JP. Today is their first day out in their final section: Northern VT to Katahdin. They are a Father and Teenage Son duo that have been hiking sections since 2017 and will complete the trail in 11 sections total. 

Since no one else arrived, we strung our gear all about the cabin to dry out overnight.

Day 131: 19.7 miles hiked (trail mile 1741.1)

Upon waking much of the fog had cleared and we were able to climb the ladder to the “lookout” platform on the roof that the cabin is named for. From here we had a spectacular view of the mountains all around us, and even Mount Moosilauke, the southernmost mountain in the Whites, in New Hampshire, where we are heading! 

We could see Mt Moosilauke (the southernmost mountain in the Whites of New Hampshire) from here!

We could see the Whites from here!

We began hiking around 7am and by 10 am had made it 6.5 miles to a road crossing where we were able to take a short road walk off trail to visit a farm that we read about on Guthooks. On the Edge Farm has a little farm shop that sells fresh berries and homemade pies and many other little goodies from local makers. Ranger and I split a full-size blueberry peach pie between us, starting in the center and working our way out. Small things like this really make us feel like we’re living life to the fullest out here! We also bought a few things for my sister and her partner, who are watching our dog while we’re away, as the farm shop offered a shipping service as well. 

Beautiful pie, fresh baked this morning!
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Fueled by pie, we conquered the next few climbs with an abundance of energy, eventually breaking for a real lunch on a surprise bench with a view of the mountains. We could see a rainstorm off in the distance, but it was sunny where we were, and that’s all that mattered. 

Later, just before beginning our descent to West Hartford, it began to rain again. We put on our rain gear and moved down the mountain as quickly as we could without slipping, and eventually arrived in the small town.

A family of wood ducks was paddling through the strong currents on the river through West Hartford

A family of wood ducks, mama duck and lots of little ducklings, were paddling their hearts out through the strong currents on the river through West Hartford.

Hikers had commented on Guthook that thruhikers must stop in to say hello to Linda at the house across the bridge. Linda is a famous trail angel who allows hikers to sleep in her barn and camp in her yard. I had rehearsed what I would say in my head in the hopes of her offering us shelter for the night, and lo and behold, when we walked up there she was sitting on her porch. The first words out of her mouth before we even had a chance to speak was, “should be space still in the barn”.

JP, Zane, Lighthouse, and Dallas were already here and had ordered pizza from Domino’s. We opted to share a twin bed since this was a bring-your-own-blanket situation and we share a quilt. Ranger and I cooked dinner on the porch while chatting with Linda. She has been hosting hikers for many years and does so on a donation-only basis. She had all kinds of snacks on her porch and a mini fridge with cold drinks.

Linda

Linda

We sat with her for a couple hours and watched the sunset and 4th of July fireworks in the distance, while bats chirped and swooped across the lawn. 

A wonderful day.

View from Linda’s porch

Day 132: 11.3 miles hiked (trail mile 1752.4)

This morning we hung out on Linda’s porch for a while and enjoyed a hot oatmeal breakfast as she told us wonderful stories from her decades of experience hosting hikers from the trail. She told us stories about her brush ups with Warren Doyle. One of the most fascinating things was hearing about some of the weird and surprising things people carried with them, and how she has observed the gear change dramatically over the decades. I can hardly imagine someone carrying a cast iron pot today. Ranger was pretty tickled that he was the first person she had ever met who carried an electric bug zapper as his luxury item.

Once we got going, we hiked 10 miles from West Hartford, VT to Hanover, NH. In Hanover we passed by Dartmouth University and stopped in at Lou’s bakery on the downtown strip because we heard that thruhikers get a free pastry. We figured it would be just a donut or something from a limited menu, but to our amazement they told us to pick whatever we wanted in the case! We each selected a giant Apple fritter.

At this point it started getting unbearably hot out and we decided to wait out the hottest part of the day at an Indian restaurant. Unable to exercise patience, I ate my apple fritter as an appetizer to my main course. 

After lunch we resupplied at the fancy co-op grocery where we were able to find certain dehydrated items that we had been keeping an eye out for to add to our various hot meals, including seaweed and mushrooms!

Just past the store, the trail turned back off into the woods. After debating sleeping just inside the tree line where many others had obviously set up camp before, we decided to make the one mile up out of Hanover to Velvet Rocks shelter. Comments on Guthooks warned that this site has a reputation for unsavory characters from town making their way up to party, and harass thruhikers, so we were relieved when Hiccup and Prime arrived and it was evident that we would have the place to ourselves tonight. We ate dinner and hung out with them a while. Hiccup had hiked up the mountain carrying their Indian food in a to-go bag!

Hiccup and Prime

Hiccup and Prime

They spread out in the shelter, and we set up our tent in the clearing in front of the shelter. Later in the night when I got up to pee I just happened to notice a dead branch hanging over our tent that we had both missed before. After much analysis by the light of our headlamps, we decided to be on the safe side and go ahead and move the tent to a different site. The branch did not seem particularly dangerous but certainly would’ve shredded our delicate tent. Ease of relocation is another beautiful aspect of having a freestanding tent. We simply unstaked it, walked it a few feet over, and restaked it. As we were getting settled into our new site, PB & Jazz and Bess arrived, and joined Prime and Hiccup in the shelter. 

Day 133: 15.2 miles hiked (trail mile 1767.6)

The rain arrived in the morning just before our alarm went off, so we slept in and finally left camp around 9:30 when the rain tapered off. Everyone else had the same idea so it was funny to crawl out of our tent at 9 and see everyone still asleep in the shelter. You never know with thruhikers, but most people are usually out of camp by 7/7:30 at the latest. It turned out that Prime had been bitten on her finger by a mouse overnight – presumably the mouse smelled food on her fingers.

Not too far into the trail this morning Ranger found a trail magic beer from a small red cooler at a road crossing. There was a riddle and a logbook. I can’t recall the riddle, but our favorite answer was, “What would Bill Bryson do?”

Guerilla art?

Guerilla art

We stopped for lunch with Meta and Grasshopper and Mountain Goat at a big fallen tree. Then later, on the last big climb of the day, a small porcupine crossed Ranger’s path and climbed up a tree!

Porcupine!

Porcupine!

The last climb felt so hard, and we trudged into camp at 8:30pm, exhausted.

At least there was a view

At least there was a view

Day 134: 19.2 miles hiked (trail mile 1786.8)

Eager to beat the rain and try to make it over Smarts Mountain before any incoming weather, we departed camp at 6:45. In the early part of our hike we came across a chilly, crystal-clear brook that had a pooling area about 20 feet down that was perfect for a foot soak. As I prepared to step into the pool, Ranger urgently whispered, “Sticks! Bears!!” Two black bears had run past just uphill from the brook. Bears can move with incredible speed and ease through the woods. Since I was down in the pool, I missed the sighting entirely.

We climbed strong over Smarts Mountain and enjoyed views of the Whites of New Hampshire, where we are headed, from the fire tower on top of the mountain. We had lunch with Meta, Grasshopper, and Mountain Goat sitting on the ground near the fire tower and hiked all together the last 12 miles to camp.

Grasshopper, Meta, Mountain Goat

Grasshopper, Meta, Mountain Goat

It ended up being another day with a lot of elevation change and we were beat by the time we made it to camp. There was a high school summer group out for a short section that had taken over all the good established tent sites, so we ended up bitterly hunting around for and eventually finding suitable stealth sites on the outskirts of the tenting areas. Hiccup and Prime set up near us. We all went and ate dinner sitting in a clearing with the high school group and listened to their counselor give them motivational talks and try to build good character.

The campsite had a privy fit for royalty: the Castellum Excrementi

The campsite had a privy fit for royalty: the Castellum Excrementi

Another salamander sighting!

Another salamander sighting!

Day 135: 7.4 miles hiked (trail mile 1794.2)

Once again it rained in the early morning, and we left camp at 9 after the rain stopped. We hiked on and off with Killer and Wizard and made it to the road crossing for Glendale around noon where we took the short road walk to Hikers Welcome hostel. It turned out to be a great high-volume hostel, sturdily built and smelling of pine. The single outdoor shower, laundry, bathroom and sink station worked surprisingly efficiently for the number of people staying there. 

In the late afternoon the hostel took us on a run to the nearby convenience store/deli for a resupply and to pick up dinner. We lounged around all evening and fell asleep early, around 7pm. Despite the huge number of (occupied) bunks on the upper level where we are, it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was a “zap” from Ranger’s bug racket eliminating a rogue mosquito from the bunkhouse, doing us all a favor.

Vermont's Long Trail: Days 122 - 128

Day 122: 13.2 miles hiked (trail mile 1602.4)

Hesitant to leave our cozy bunks, we enjoyed a slow start this morning. Just before leaving the lodge, we met the owner of Greylock Resort and learned about the Caretaker Program, a system that Massachusetts has for community members to propose and execute business plans for transforming old state buildings.

Before descending the mountain, we took a moment to explore Greylock Monument, a tall lighthouse-style war monument built in 1931 to honor our veterans. The mountain was encased in a soupy fog, so we didn’t get much of a view from the tower. 

While descending Greylock mountain we encountered trail magic from a former AT thruhiker named Schmutz, and three of his relatives. They had chips, fruit, beer, and Gatorade. It turns out Schmutz is setting off on a SoBo thruhike of the PCT in a few days and will be documenting his experience on his YouTube channel and Instagram under the handle “sobodoc”.

Near Williamston we detoured a half a mile off trail along a highway to a Stop n Shop for a resupply. It happened to be the fanciest grocery store we’ve visited on trail! On our way out we ran into ET. He joined us for feasting and repackaging at a shaded picnic table outside—what a luxury! —where we munched on cheesecake, berries, and sandwiches. ET is a well-travelled young guy from NYC and is only a couple weeks into his flip flop thruhike. We hiked with him awhile and then carried on to the next shelter when he stopped at a campsite.

On the last leg of our hike, we climbed through a burned section with lots of little buds springing up through the ashes. The contrast of life and death, dark and light, was beautiful.

Near the end of the day, we crossed into Vermont and the start of Vermont’s Long Trail. This 273 miles trail overlaps with the AT for its first 105 miles before charting its own path to Canada. We are told that a Long Trail thruhike is something of a rite of passage for young people in Vermont.

Vermont is lovingly called “Vermud” by some thruhikers and lived up to its nickname. We do a lot of rock-hopping in parts of the trail that are just mysteriously gloppy, with no water source in sight, even! 

At the Seth Warner Shelter tonight we ran into Meta and Grasshopper and met a woman who is setting out to thruhike the Long Trail. It was a pleasant surprise to find a bear box here, even though it was unlike any one we’d seen before and suspect it might have just been a large tool storage box. We all used it anyway. 

Hiccup and Prime showed up just before dark. There was a moment of alarm when Hiccup thought he accidentally locked everyone’s food in the weird toolbox, but through a team effort we were able to get it open again. We ate the last of our perishable sandwich fixings for dinner and turned in for the night. It is warm enough, and without threat of rain, to sleep without the rain fly. 

Day 123: 21.6 miles hiked (trail mile 1624)

Impressive beaver dam

Impressive beaver dam

We left the shelter around 7am and hiked until we encountered a beautiful beaver pond that was too nice to pass up the chance for a scenic break. There were little salamander larvae in the water which made the whole scene feel like we were living in the land of the dinosaurs. 

We braked for lunch at a shelter and then made a steep descent down to a river, followed immediately by a climb straight back up the other side. We did over 5,500 feet of climbing today, which is a lot for what we’ve gotten used to lately. This kind of thing is preparing us for the Whites so I suppose we should be grateful.

Often I only take photos of the above average shelters. Here is a standard shelter (with extra points for windows and a covered picnic table!)

I usually just take photos of the above average shelters. So here is an average shelter (kind of old and rundown) with bonus points for windows and a covered picnic table!

We hiked through the Glastonbury Wilderness from afternoon to evening. It was a lush and green section with lots of ferns and moss. Apparently, there is plenty of folklore about the Glastonbury Wilderness area, too, people disappearing and that sort of thing. I wish I’d researched before hiking this stretch. It was a major push to climb Glastonbury Mountain at the end of a high-mileage day. Just before dark we limped into Goddard shelter a short walk from the summit. We were enthusiastically greeted by a handsome golden retriever named Ember, out for a section hike with her parents. We then pitched our tent on a soft bed of pine needles and spongy soil just behind the shelter, surrounded by lichen and moss-draped trees. 

Day 124: 19.4 miles hiked (trail mile 1643.4)

We left the shelter around 8:30 and climbed to Glastonbury Mountain fire tower where Prime and Hiccup had camped. The view from the top was exquisitely eerie thanks to the fog.

While later eating a snack at a rather exposed and thus battered shelter (but boasted a decent view over the valley from the shelter floor) Meta and Grasshopper caught up to us. They had stopped to camp nearly four miles from the Glastonbury shelter, so they had already done some good mileage this morning to make up for it. We are all aiming for a shelter about 20 miles away from Glastonbury Mountain, which will make for a big day for them. We hiked with them all day to motivate one another, and the time and miles quickly passed thanks to good conversation. 

Ember cleaned out our peanut butter tubs for us

Ember cleaned out our peanut butter tubs for us

Just before our big climb: trail magic! Someone left a bunch of cokes up for grabs from the chilly brooki.

Just before our big climb we encountered some trail magic! Someone left a bunch of cokes chilling in the cold brook. It was a welcome morale boost.

Together, we hiked up Stratton Mountain, where Benton McKay is said to have come up with the idea of creating the Appalachian Trail. On top of the mountain, we passed a humble little cabin belonging to the caretakers of the mountain: a woman and man who have been living in that cabin from Memorial Day until October every year for the past 50 years.

Caretaker’s cabin

Caretaker’s cabin

We also took a moment to climb the fire tower and were rewarded with some incredible views.

Meta and Grasshopper, below the tower

Meta and Grasshopper, below the tower

Later, when we finally made it to our shelter, I was ceremoniously inducted into the “Order of the Snake Stompers” for helping Meta and Grasshopper do their longest day yet!

Day 125: 10.6 miles hiked (trail mile 1654)

As of today we are more than 3/4 of the way to Katahdin!

As of today we are more than 3/4 of the way to Katahdin!

We left the shelter at 7:30 having never met the caretaker who supposedly collects $5 from each camper as a fee for maintaining the­ space. Aside from the bear box, the shelter was standard, and we tented anyway, so we were glad we didn’t have to pay even such a nominal fee. 

Stafford Pond

Stafford Pond

Our first moose track sighting!

Our first moose track sighting!

We hiked ten miles to the trailhead parking lot in some of the muggiest weather we’ve encountered. We got a hitch into town in 20 seconds flat. The woman who picked us up had hiked the Camino de Santiago in 2018 and lived in the next town over. She dropped us off at Thai Basil in downtown Manchester, Vermont, about four miles from the trail. Since the restaurant seemed a bit upscale, we sat outside to offending the patrons and waitstaff with our thruhiker stench.

After lunch we visited the Mountain Goat, the local outfitter, where Ranger got a new pair of shoes. He is trying out the Scarpas now which seem really promising. His La Sportivas tread wore out in just over a hundred miles so we will be returning those when we finish the trail. We then walked to the Price Chopper for a resupply and the Green Mountain Hostel caretaker picked us up from there. 

Green Mountain Hostel is at only 50% occupancy tonight at the discretion of the hostel caretakers, which was just fine with us. It is perfectly catered to thruhikers, with a well-organized hiker box/shelf, a laptop for use, snacks for sale, all the toiletries you could ever need, a full kitchen, and best of all: it’s sparkling clean. 

Green Mountain Hostel

Green Mountain Hostel

At the hostel we met Mama Bear and Baby Bear, a mother and daughter duo who are finishing the trail together after having to get off due to Covid last year. When caretakers Duffy and KC offered us the chance to slackpack tomorrow and stay here one more night, we didn’t hesitate… it will be incredible to cover some miles while light on our feet, and have another night at this charming hostel. 

We made a delicious home cooked meal for dinner and turned in.

Day 126: 17.7 miles hiked (trail mile 1671.7)

We set out on our sobo slackpack about 18 trail miles north of Manchester and started hiking back to town. Mama Bear and Baby Bear headed north from the trail junction since they had slacked south the day before. 

Baby Bear and Mama Bear

Baby Bear and Mama Bear

Around mid-day we crossed paths with Meta and Grasshopper and their high-school age nephew Ezra who is joining them for a two-week section hike. They must be the coolest aunt and uncle in his eyes. We also saw Parmesan, Killer, and Wizard. 

We experienced a beautiful forest on top of the mountain just north of Mount Bromley, and Bromley itself had spectacular views. During the winter it functions as a ski resort and had a ski lift and warming hut that hikers can use. At the summit we saw Hiccup and Prime. We had lunch up there and watched an ominous storm brewing in the distance and inching our way.

After lunch the storm began to look rather serious, so we hustled down the mountain in hopes of avoiding being smacked. The storms in these mountains are something else. It seems one minute everything is dandy and the next you’re practically drowning and praying to not be struck by lightning. Once back at the road we caught another easy hitch back into Manchester with a friendly construction guy who told us the reason everyone seems so happy in Vermont is because weed is legal here. Back in town we did a mini resupply at the local health food store where Duffy picked us up. 

At the hostel we each had a pint of ice-cream since the hostel had a policy that your first ice cream (from the freezer stocked full of Ben and Jerry’s) costs only a dollar. They even had dairy free option! I then worked on the blog—which turned into a nap in the living room—while Ranger did his own thing on the computer. 

For dinner we had leftovers from the night before: veggies, beyond brats, and baguette, with the addition of diced sweet potato and a zucchini from Derby. We met the other lodgers, including Stroop, Lizard, Derby, Outlaw and Waterdoc who started SoBo this year just outside Katahdin since it wasn’t open for the year yet when he started his hike. It’s been so fun overlapping with the Long Trail (also trail magic has been strong through these parts). We might be a little sad when the two trails diverge in a few days. We are told the Long Trail gets exponentially harder once it splits from the AT. One day we want to come back and finish it! 

Day 127: 21.8 miles hiked (trail mile 1693.5)

Duffy dropped us off at the trailhead at 8:15. He had some good advice for us on Katahdin where Ranger’s parents meet up with us at the end of our thruhike. Baxter state park is known for being a logistical nightmare due to the popularity of the site, daily visit number caps, and no cell service.

A short way into our hike we passed a crystal-clear pond near Little Rock Pond shelter and waded in a way. We wanted to swim, but it stayed shallow, and we didn’t want to risk getting cuts on our feet so didn’t go any further toward the center in search of deeper water. Hiccup and Prime stopped to say hi, too.

Later, we met Buttercup, who we had caught word of on trail already. She discovered backpacking in her late sixties/early seventies and is now solo hiking the entire trail at 73 years old!

After hiking over 1600 miles without seeing a single grouse (though we heard them thumping their wings) we startled not one but three grouse throughout the course of the hike, sending them flapping loudly into the forest as we hiked by. 

We spent some time at a shelter to eat lunch and keep an eye on the weather since we had been hearing thunder rolling in the distance for quite some time. Here we ran into a section hiker with his smart/outgoing elementary-age twin children who were well versed in backpacking (parent goals!). Stacy (a LTer) and her big dog Nacho also showed up, followed by Killer and then Wizard. 

We decided to brave the threat of storms and press on to the next shelter which Guthooks comments warned has had a lot of recent bear activity. Feeling strength in numbers, Killer and Wizard joined us for the next four-mile stretch. We lucked out on two accounts: we must’ve only gotten the very edge of the storm and we also saw a Peregrine Falcon soaring above the cliffs, even hearing its call! Peregrine Falcons have a fearsome reputation for attacking hikers if the trail winds too close to the bird’s nest. 

The Gorge looked like a wonderful swimming spot!

The Gorge looked like a wonderful swimming spot!

The Gorge

The Gorge

After crossing the Gorge, where there were some local kids swimming in the river, we received trail magic from the parents of two teens, ages 15 and 18, who are halfway through their SoBo thruhike of the Long Trail. They gave us Oreos and drinks, which helped us climb the steep ascent to the next shelter. Ranger and I felt good so decided to press on another six miles to Governor Clement Shelter, right at the base of Mount Killington, to position ourselves to climb the mountain first thing in the morning while still fresh. We hiked raced against the setting sun through some lovely forest, said hi to Mama Bear and Baby Bear who had decided to tent in a densely wooded stretch, and then arrived at the shelter right at nightfall. 

As of today, we have less than 500 miles left on trail.

Day 128: 12.5 miles hiked (trail mile 1706)

It started raining just as we were about to crawl out of the tent, so we slept in instead. The rain tapered off around 8 and we left camp by 8:30, hiking four miles up Mount Killington. We skipped the .2 mile blue blaze to the actual summit because we were fogged in.

Black flies were thick on top of the mountain, but it was Ranger to the rescue with his bug zapper. This was the first that we’ve really had the classic cloud of black flies. They look innocent until you find one boring into your skin like a scarab beetle from The Mummy. 

Later we hiked through an amazingly green part of forest showed us why these are called the green mountains.

Then, half a mile off trail we reached the Inn at Long Trail where we lucked out and snagged one of the last walk-in thruhiker rate rooms available. We love our folksy little room: no tv, old but well-built furniture, cozy, nice bathroom… everything a thruhiker could want. My sister Andrea sent us a resupply box with my new Superfeet insoles and our tent footprint, and some surprise snacks! Between the food we have left over from Manchester, the food I was able to forage from the hotel hiker box, and what Andrea sent, we ended up having enough food to get us to Hanover, New Hampshire without having to take the bus to Rutland for a resupply.

With some unexpected free time, we were able to meet up with friends for food at the hotel pub. We had dinner with Gadget, Deep Fried and Trippin, Mama Bear and Baby Bear, and Anahaga. It has been raining outside all evening and we are sleeping with the window open, grateful to be in a cozy, dry bed.