Day 17: Fast trip to Rangelley

Hot day outside a grocery store

Birds begin to sing around 5, so our soft alarm is consistent. 5:30 arrived and we opened our eyes. Today, our mission is to enter and leave the city and enter some miles of trails; A total of 14 miles of paths. The city of Rangelley, Me, has an IGA and we are looking for coffee to lunch and collect our devices.

The next section will probably be the five most difficult days so far, so our food strategy must be marked. We have been quite lacking in the store and buying what we feel. Today is different, we have a list and plan to follow it so as not to bring too much food.

It was warm enough at breakfast so that our coffee powder really dissolves, without leaving bitter pieces on the top. Nick was singing his own version of «Lovestory» by Taylor Swift. A couple of mergers landed in Eddy Pond. I was trying to express an Alce this morning, but there is not so much luck. Apparently, the student likes to graze on the other side of the pond. However, the trout is active!

Piazza Rock Lean-To PRIVY PLAY

We were some miles before stopping to take care of some businesses in Piazza Rock Lean-To. The PRIVY has two toilet seats and a chribbage table between the two! To answer your question: no, Nick and I didn’t get a round. We eventually reached Route 4. We tried to turn off the plane mode for the signal, but there was nothing that saw anything here. We make sure we were on the right side of the road for this next bit and cling to the thumbs. Making self -to through Trail Towns is often the only way to move here. Rangelley was 15 miles on a busy road and we were not about to walk. The people who live in and around these cities know about the path and just want to help hikers.

We stay there for about ten minutes with mainly registration and work trucks that happened to us. Then we have a policyholder. A man in a fairly new truck stopped and told us to get on. He was a younger guy who owned a fairly large record company. It has almost 50 employees and records from here to the Canada border. Nick spoke with him all the way to the city while I sat in the back. We kept the low windows because we have stinking, so I could not really hear what they were saying.

The friendly registrar left us in the IGA, and we verified the element after the element of our list. We had an overflowing shopping basket with all the food we could need for five days. The original plan was to walk more towards the city to eat in a coffee, but we decided to get a couple of shops from the store and let our things load a little. This would help us to enter the Trail again a little earlier and end the strong day.

Hot IGA, Great Adrianne

It was a hot day outside the grocery store: the picnic tables of the employees who commanded were right next to the exhaust agents in direct sunlight. Even so, I could find an outdoor outlet to load my phone while we play food tetris to strategically fit our products in our food bags. Once our tasks completed, we walked towards a painters on stage to find a trip back to the city. The first car he drove picked us up. How lucky! Adrianne has just finished a walk with a club and was going to help her son prepare food for her Maine section walk.

When we arrived at the parking lot of the path, we saw a group of about ten young people sitting with packages. I thought they were through excursions, at first, but then it was clear that they were part of an organized trip. We headed directly up with our freshly weighted backpacks and it seemed to be a long ten miles. The land was quite pleasant. However, after sitting in the sun for more than an hour, I was ready for a nap. But we must continue moving, so that’s what we did.

I found the sobo on Saturday Day Pond Lew-To

We stopped at Little Swift River Pond for a sandwich and met some section hikers. I realized that I had bought a family package of mini snickers bars and shared with Nick and one of these types. The fog began to take over and a misty wind was covering us. A good postponement of the stagnant air of almost 80 degrees that we had not done a long time ago. We crossed under some electric lines and visibility was low. I almost lose my wind of the wind.

Just after that was our destiny, Sabbath Day Pond leaned down. The mosquitoes were loss. We both packed roasted meat sandwiches from the eating store for dinner. Wonderful movement of our part.

I looked in the refuge registration book and one of the people from Sobo in front of us (which we thought left the path) signed his name in the book. My socks and shoes were not dry, so I hung them in the inclination to dry luck in the wind. Unfortunately, after retiring to the store at night, someone approached the shelter so that it presumably stayed at night. Hopefully they don’t care about a couple of socks hanging aside. Our days of use of lean-tos to our liking, like the only ones here, are finishing.

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