Buoy A Bama A Baxter A Border & Beyond (Day 219)

• Hiking today: 19 miles

  • Stevie Allagash /Quebec National Trail Alternate (163.9 – 182.9)

    • NB & Merimicook Trail Trail

• Total walking: 4,223.1 miles
• Total rowing: 191.2 miles

Climate: 45-73 ° F, sunny and clear with few whisper, occasional light breeze, splendid

Route 1 of the USA North End A Sisson Shelter

Early awareness, I stayed in bed and worked on the phone things. When I heard Dad move in the kitchen, I got up to say good morning and have coffee. I was already having breakfast again. They have spoiled me close. However, he has returned to reality today. The plan is to cross the border to Canada, he in his truck and I through walking, and then his trip will begin back to Michigan while I will continue walking.

However, before that, we enjoy a good bacon breakfast, eggs, toast with butter and orange juice. As always, I was delicious.

Then, I had to finish my packaging. We were out of the door a little before 8:00 am and headed towards the road in a short way to the grocery store. I had most of the food I needed for the next section, but I wanted to place it, so to speak, with some additional solid articles.

New shoes! My team seems to be holding quite well. Bruce Banner (my package), Donna (my store) and all other items are in good condition. However, I did a badly placed my store stake along Allagash somewhere, so I used the parents’ tent in the future.

I also discovered that the charger of my phone, the part of the cube that connects to the exit, was damaged during our last day in Allagash. Whether it was rainwater or river water, I’m not sure, but I didn’t load my phone anymore. After the grocery store, we stopped at Walgreens and found a replacement, so I hope everything is fine.

I laughed at this mural because, although I think it is to represent the interest of the areas in the biathlon, for me it seems that the guy is shooting the Canadians to the river.

Around 8:30 am was ready to start. We parked near the bridge that crosses the St. John River and the border and I went out to walk, starting where I left it yesterday.

Crossing the bridge was another great milestone of this trip. The Boya ole a bama a Baxter to the border was now complete. I was a little nervous how customs would go, but also excited to have achieved here on this mega trip long regardless of how things were next!

Before, when skiing for this alternative, I tried to visualize how it would look here. Is it a big city? Are there vehicles backed waiting to cross? Do you even let you cross the bridge? The reality was that there was a good sidewalk for me and also much less busy what I imagined. The only vehicle that crossed the bridge while I did was dad in his truck. First he reached the window and let him pass to the right when I walked.

Delivering to the man very serious my passport, I answered while asking me the basic questions that you would expect. Things were going well. Then he began to dig more in my story and all long -distance hiking and ask him if he had a job or a house or a spouse to return. What prevented me from trying to stay in Canada? That kind of thing. Well, Lord, I really don’t have any of those haha.

I guess my answers were not satisfactory enough because he asked me to wait a bit while reviewing things. They pointed to me a bank to sit. Maybe 5-10 minutes passed and then he left and said he was ready to go! New Brunswick, here Sumi and I come!

Dad had reached a parking space. Once again it was a separation of the roads. I am very grateful to have achieved this experience. Not only was it very funny to have it as a comrade in the adventure, but it was a great help to make it a success. In fact, I felt that I did very little of the planning and logistics of this trip and, on the other hand, he obtained the worst part of it. It was very fun. Until next time Master Trailsman!

I have to walk immediately. It was around 9:00 am for this time and had one day of 20 miles. My walk began in the city with a surprisingly small road. I quickly cut the main road and on a side street. From there, I found what I was labeled in my application as «Sentier Nb Trail». It looked a lot to the path of St. Francis Valley’s heritage that I walked yesterday on the side of Maine, a wide gravel road. This was full of puddles, but I could dodge and keep me dry. I sailed it for a little more than two and a half miles.

When I decided to deviate from the eastern continental path and follow my own path, the greatest attraction and the reason to do so was the river route of Allagash Wilderness. The ECT follows the international path of the Apalaches, which goes northeast before shooting west. Thinking about how to connect with him, I tried to investigate what was something efficient, but I also looked for different paths and prominent aspects that I would like to include.

That sounds good and everything, but I know in this next section that there will also be many road roads and paved roads. I hope the trip is still interesting. I suspect that it will have a unique sensation, plus an atmosphere of «front -cantry». So, I am entering with an open mind and also the understanding and acceptance that I chose to do it in this way, for better or worse.

The beautiful country environment with a super broad path was a pleasant way to start it …

I liked all the signals. I don’t understand any French, but it is fun to guess what they are saying.

Scarecrows creepy. The face was a Halloween mask and was quite scary.

Yo Think that the abundance of signs is because these are basically roads for atv’ers.

In that spirit of hugging the open road, today, it included approximately 6-7 miles of walking on the road to reach Lake Baker. Upon reaching this great lake, I wrapped around its southeast shore to a cut that hoped it was a path. Look, that is the thing with all this strategy of following your own path, even when you investigate, you never know what is coming!

I ran into the Méruimicook path from the beginning and it seemed interesting. In total, I think it is almost 33 miles and connects the city of Edmundston with Lake Baker. Plan to follow about 22 miles of that before separating. This information. They all came from a nice website I found on the path. However, when I approached me, doubts began to crawl. Was this something real? What will the conditions of the path will be? Is it even path?

Baker

Curving along the southeast side, there were beautiful houses and looking through that I could see beautiful agricultural fields.

So, when I got to the place and everything I saw was a track that led to the hill and the forest without signaling, I worried even more. Was this private property or the public path that I expected?

I decided to check it. The website provides a GPS track of the path and, having uploaded that file to Celtopo, I could see my small point on the map, as well as a line that represents the path to follow; My point was following perfectly. Then, I went ahead and headed north up and away from the lake. It was pretty, a beautiful green forest tunnel …

A royal Canadian maple sheet, live?

At that moment I thought these were false raspberries, but seeing the photo I asked me if they could be immature blackberries?

At the top of the first increase, I found a bank and some signals. You had a little turtle and the name of the path and this confirmed that it was on the right path! Another told me that there was cellular coverage and that a third even provided me with some instructions to stretch. Hurrah!

Sentier means «path» in French. I did not find any translation for Merimicook, but it seems to be connected to the Madawaska Maliseet First Nation and may have to do with a turtle base in my limited investigation and the path/symbol of the path.

The rest of the day would be a mixture of a single track path (not much of this), double track trail (a decent amount of this) and wider gravel roads and roads (much of this). There were some areas of ordered wetlands and other fun characteristics, but in general it was a forest walk today. I was happy that the route was always clear and free of brushes and fallen trees!

There are some tasty raspberries.

Although I didn’t stay, a small pleasant camp throughout a stream.

This path has combined white and red flames. It was marked quite well in everything.

As far as I know, the path offers a shelter for users and when I contacted the Facebook group administrator, they told me not to take charge or reserve. Indeed, after filling water in what is called Sisson Stream, I found it, and looked absolutely first category.

With the place for me (I didn’t really see anyone else on the way today), I settled directly. After eating one of the remaining smooth and dry meals of our Allagash journey, I put everything cozy inside. The wooden bunk beds, even the smell, reminded me of the old cabin of my grandparents. «La Cabaña», as we always call it, is one of the most special places in my life, so having this resembles that it led me to a place of peace and satisfaction. A good beginning for life to the north of the border, huh?