Day 32: Mt. Moosilauke and Amish SlackPackers

It was time to leave the comfort of our ski clubs. Jen said they had bought a lot of new mattresses just before the season through the season. Nick cooked the rest of our eggs and bacon, and we both had some k cups with a medium grade taste to wake up a little.

Our transport time for today was at 7:30 am and we were back on the path that we went yesterday in a short time. Today’s great mission was to finish our last 4,000 -foot peak for a few hundred miles. Mount Moosilauke (Lock-Lock-Lock-Key) is located at 4,795 feet, and you go up for a waterfall for most of the south.

The walk had a fairly pleasant land, only steep. We made our faces in the water several times to eliminate some of the salt accumulation layers.

We were to the alpine atmosphere in a short time, and the trees line opened to a beautiful bald grass on a super clear day.

We met a good man at the top with his two dogs. One was called Goofy, and this puppy was a hiking fan. We speak for a while before deciding to continue on the mountain.

The gradation of the descent was fantastic. We had pocketed our last important peak in the white mountains and we were about to hit some soft flow miles. To the bottom, we find some magic of paths in the form of simple water. It was a little heat, but gave the place. Nick took his and was opening a storm.

Our descent took us just over 1,000 feet before rising once again. Apparently, we go to a mess of pods (meaningless ups and downs). Our reintroduction to this depended on the mountain. Even the sign of the summit recognized its lack of prominence or opinion.

We cross some paths. Throughout the last road of the day, there was a black sprinter truck with the words Amish Transportation Service printed on one side. A woman was sitting in the driver’s seat and talking on the phone. While we passed, there were a family of people dressed in traditional friendly clothes sitting on the floor, looking towards a current. We said hello and we didn’t think much more.

We restart the forest and had 2.5 miles home. After approximately one mile, two men were in sight and headed towards the hill towards us. We stopped because they had the right of passage, and we noticed that these two guys were not dressed like the rest of the hikers we saw. Both wear pants and shirts with buttons with straw hats. The father had a long beard, and the son was not. Both wore day packages with a camelbak drink system that came out of the bag. These two people go to the Amish Transportation Service truck! I greeted them and asked where they come from, and the father said they are from Hanover and are making a great section of the path to Maine. It was clear that they were not backpack today, so they must be lazy with a transport service.

After concluding this interaction, we were not far from the camp. Ore Hill Campsite used to have an inclination, but it burned in 2011. Now there are only some flat campaign points, a private and a weak spring at 100 yards away.

We met more nobles and talked with them for a while before bedtime. Tomorrow we plan to do more than 20 miles. The terrain is starting to give in, and we have a lost time to compensate.

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