Of Whites/NH, success in Maine (ECT 195)

• Walk today: 17.1 miles
  • APPALACHIAN TRAIL (1,900 – 1,917.1)
• Total walking: 3,850.3 miles
• Total rowing: 99.5 miles

Climate: 55 – 78 ° F, mostly sunny, misty (forest fire smoke?), Wet

Elevation: 716 – 3,565 feet

The barn hostel to Carlo Col Shelter

Last night it was one of my worst sleep nights along the way. I fell asleep well, but around 12:30 am, I got up and my brain was on. Finally, I even turned on my phone and wrote down some of my apparent burning thoughts for a while. I remember being awake and reviewed at 2:00 am, but at some point I left again. Then, at 5:20 am, for some reason, I jumped out of the bed feeling hurried for some reason.

The shelter had a scratch scheduled for the path that left at 7:10 am at that time, I crossed the street and took a coffee from the service station, reading on my phone for a while, and I packed everything to prepare to walk.

There were 5 of us who were returning to Highway 2, four in the north direction and one to the south. We all accumulate in the Hostel Cadillac giant (I think that’s what it was) and at no time returned in the parking lot of the path.

To start, there was some road walk and it was nice to be with other hikers walking and speaking. I felt a bit like on the PCT when I grouped with others. I have not really done that at all at the AT and I don’t expect in the last hundred miles. But this was great.

Together, we walk on the powerful Androscoggin River …

And then we had to continue and started steep immediately. None of us wanted to go first, but then another hiker who had not been left of the shelter appeared and took the lead. It didn’t last long in advance, so I was the next in row. I last even less time and, finally, the group of three hikers, return, Batwoman and Bunny Rabbit, put myself in front and led the way! I, Saxon, and Rolling Thunder we walk behind.

Around 9:00 am or so, he had reached a kind of «superior»/disabled point where things were diluted. He returns and bunny and I stopped there in a particularly good patch patch. These were great and quite abundant. I asked the question of whether it was better to graze and take one or two and eat them immediately, or rather collect a handful of things in total at the same time. Consensus seems that the context is key; A kind of situational matter. I am normally one or two while I walk, but I tried the handful while I sat there and I could admit that you get an explosion of definitive flavor when you go for multiple berries.

It wasn’t until I started going again that I realized that Batwoman was just before taking a break, just out of our line of vision, I was the first to get to the road and in reality I would not see any of them again to the camp.

I really were digging these open rock points

Today’s hiking was mostly on the cover of the forest with the classic mud of the Northeast and the roots and moss and rocks that I have come to know so well. Surely there were steep pieces, some that were twisted. But there were also some gentle points hidden there.

At noon, I had walked 8.5 miles and was halfway to my original goal for the day. I felt good and when I stopped for lunch, I thought I could even go beyond what I initially thought. My strange lunch option for this section is cereal (cinnamon life) with a vanilla breakfast for milk. What a random In the store, I could simply not buy tortillas and peanut butter or cold soaked or none of the usual suspects, so I got this to try to change it. I also had a variety of sandwiches such as rope cheese, bugles and chex mixture, and cookies with chocolate sparks.

At lunch, I could completely dry my store. There may have been seen, but today it was quite confusing. However, it was not noticed in the foreground, only when I looked away.

Not much on the walk after lunch, I changed my mind with the entire scheme to go further. I was fine on the floor and down, but I could feel tiredness on my legs when I climbed. This has been a trend in the last days of hiking, feeling very early and covering ground, but then decreasing drastically in the afternoon as my body wears out. It really is not a problem, just an observation.

The culminating point of the day was Mount’s success. I liked it. It was a soft upper part, but nevertheless, there were views from everywhere. It was also swampy up there, which still seems strange to me. For some reason, I feel that the upper part of a mountain should be dry.

As mentioned above, today there were some steep wild parts. In an inclined climb, I met a hiker named Potter while going down. First I fell, then she did it. Neither was a pity and each one rose and rose again. We arrived safely, but a tree bite Potter during the experience.

And then we saw the sign that said we were entering Maine!

Another hiker, oatmeal, was there and we all talked and took some photos. Then, I crossed the border and started walking through the last state of the Sendero of the Apalaches.

They pumped me to be in Maine, but I didn’t feel that I needed to experience everything in one day. So, when there was a shelter at approximately half a mile ahead, I thought it was a good place to stop and rest before hitting it tomorrow. Just before the cut, there was another silly cliff and slipped slightly. It was enough for my instincts to react and threw my trekking posts in the process. Sometimes it is good to try them as javelins you know.

Look, there is the one at my feet and a road down at the bottom …

I was a little unhappy

I was happy to find that the shelter path was not unpleasantly steep. I had listened to a sign talk about another cliff, or so I thought, but I think I should have understood badly and he was talking about the previous one. I did it at 5:20 pm and I was glad to be there. It was a small full camp with wooden platforms and a good storage locker.

Moosen?

Chicken and rice is a good combo

When I took my food to the bear locker, I stopped and sat down to chat with Potter and Oatmeal. Both are gathering the path in their own way. Another Quebec hiker also joined and, although I didn’t stay long, this was a small hanging. Batwoman also arrived and settled on the platform by my side. Another day of surviving the path!

The audiobook began:

«A WRINKLE IN TIME» (1962) – Madeleine L’Me

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