Day 99: A long trip with a broken exhaust pipe and a lobster roll

• The hikers welcome the shelter, Glencliff, NH (about 1799.4) to the apalachian trail and outfitters hostel, Millinocket, Me (about 2183.9)
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In 1975, it was a long walk from New Hampshire to Baxter State Park. I knew that I had missed the deadline to enter the park, but I continued with the intention of reaching the limit. We have tried to remember exactly when we leave Glencliff in 1975, but we can only find at the end of September. The historian was visiting and he and I walked from there to Pinkham Notch. It was a glorious climate. We had a day of blue birds on Mount Washington, after having survived a 24 -hour snowstorm in a small tent near the cloud lake. It took me until November 11 to arrive at Baxter State Park. Today, we were in a car and the 323 mile trip took us 9 hours.

I know that the car was faster than walking, but it was still a long day. None of us is used to sitting so long. We could have arrived a little faster, but the fishing car we took loans wanted to take a break down the hill to the lake of great height. Fortunately, we limp the city and repaired it to continue.

Back Roads To Freeway

We started around 8:30 AM wanted parallel to the path of the Apalaches. The idea of traveling on the highway to the coast simply did not attract me. I didn’t know how far it was in driving time on secondary roads. We also end on a highway on the highway, anyway, anyway.

White mountains are bisectated by interstatal 93 between Littleton, NH and Lancaster, NH. The views are spectacular, just like hiking trafficking. We spent multiple parking with signs that said complete. The cars were aligned next to the highway. In some cases, we assumed that people had to walk a mile or more along the highway to reach its desired path. We were both surprised. I guess the locals would not be.

GORHAM, NH

When we drove Gorham, I was alert to see if we could find the McDonald’s restaurant. In 1975, Rich saw the golden arches through the trees from Imp Shelter. He called me and pointed from the front of the shelter. Indeed, if you wrinkle your neck in the right way, you can see the golden arches.

We went to bed with a solid plan. Walk as quickly as we could to Gorham and breakfast.

We arrive at McDonalds in time to be the last people in the row for breakfast. Egg McMuffins, I suppose. I remember coffee! We polished them and returned to the line and were the first clients for lunch. It was fun to see the building today.

Ranger, me

After we passed through the whites, we headed to the cross -country field to Rangelly, Maine. I fell in love with the rich way when we walk and I walked and the historian Ans that I visited several times when we lived in the area. Once we take my mother for a week to a cabin in the lake. There was a canoe included with the cabin. She and I managed on the porch, planning to read all day, and the historian went to the lake to fish.

We saw how the launch of the canoe and a short distance remote. It became more and more short and shorter the farther from the shore. Confused, we look more closely. I was paddling like crazy towards the shore. The boat had a hole and was sinking. He did not return to the shore before being totally immersed in the lake. Baptism by Canoa. He liked to fish for the rest of the week, but depended on his mosquitoes.

Broken exhaust pipe

Today, while we took the hill to rangically in the fishing car borrowed, the escape became stronger and louder. I worried that we were too starring the car with the steep up. Suddenly, the escape sound was very strong. The car lost a lot of power and we were decreasing rapidly at speed.

I asked the historian to see on the Internet to see where there could be a repair workshop. Of course, there was no internet to observe, we were not close to anything. In the case, there was no phone to ask for help and we had seen beautiful and few cars. I imagined having to walk 20 miles to get help.

Little by little I dragged my way, trying to take care of the car. He made a horrible racket. We had a car like this in the postgraduate school, that is, until it climbed four wheels as a dead error.

Just before reaching the way, the historian managed to convince a connection and find a repair workshop. We rumbled and were received by a small very curious dog that clearly did not like the sound of the car. The owner of the dog and the store was able to repair the car. The tail tube had broken just behind the escape. He welded a manga on the break and recommended the restaurant next to his store for lunch.

Inner lobster roll

To a large extent of stress and a surprisingly small amount of money for repair, we decided to enjoy lunch. The historian decided special lunch, Lobster’s roll, while I opted for Nachos de Leña and a salad to share. The salad was delicious. I think the berries must have grown locally. They did not know berries of the grocery store. The lobster roll was good and the nachos are fine.

When we obtained the bill for lunch, our relief on the cost of car repair was replaced by shock. We fail to ask how much the lobster roll was. Having not had one in years, we were not interested in prices. It turns out that the humble sandwich usually runs from $ 25 to $ 45 these days. His cost $ 30, so we were grateful that he was not a more elegant restaurant. It was good, so we took that part of the story seriously and we did not bother paying $ 30 for a sandwich.

Change the accommodation of our night

While we went out in the slogan way, the rain was in the forecast and I realized that we were going to reach a private camp near the Abol bridge after they closed. They had warned us that they did not accommodate people, who expected people to accommodate their rules. We left the road and made a quick call to the hostel and outfits of the trail of the Apalaches in Millinocket and asked them if they could accommodate us to spend the night.

They could, while we got there at 8 pm. I said that I would hurry how best we could, that I thought we could do it. They told us that we were careful, we were going to Moose Alley, that hundreds of car cazons collisions occurred along the way. Oh, my. Moose Eyes Peared, we managed to get to Millinocket at 7:45.

Housing at night

The rain had begun towards the end of our trip to Millinocket. The rain is predicted all day tomorrow. We need to make Abol Bridge in time to walk at 9.5 miles to Katahdin Stream Campground. The historian will leave me and then review and configure the camp. I had some anxiety to make the trip without using me for Katahdin the next day. Tomorrow is the last day before the great climb. My anxiety is high, but I am trying to contain it to be able to sleep.

The historian is also increased. The end is not in the future, it is here. We both have nervous.

We are glad to be in the shelter of the Trails of the Appalaches, they have been so good with us while we prepare to get here. We are surrounded by hikers, one of which ended today. It is good to have a dry bed to sleep tonight instead of a tent in the rain under an unknown commercial camp.

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