Push Monson – The Trek

Day 118-21 Miles Today from Bald Mountain Brook Shelter to Shaws Hostel 2100 feet up, 2800 feet down

Early start

I woke up around 4:00 this morning and it seemed that I was already returning daylight, but I think it was a trick of a moon. Around 4:30 I decided it was time to get up and get to the road.

I have about 20 miles for walking to get to Shaws today. I had thought about taking a zero in Shaws, but at this point, unless the weather is unpleasant, I cannot see that it does not advance through the desert of the hundred miles.

I packed as calm as I could and left and went down a little for breakfast and my side food bags full of food for today’s walk.

Water problems

Because it has been such a dry problem is a problem. Water sources are drying. Some of the other water sources are not really excellent water sources such as Beaver Bogs and Swamp Water.

Being dry is not not having mud to cross the path. No rain is also good because you don’t have to soak up and make your whole team get wet. The humid equipment can also add pounds to their backpack.

I will take dry as an alternative to the wet. I can carry the water. It makes hiking much easier, although it has been very hot. Today it is supposed to be another hot day with temperatures at the lowest 90.

Now I only have my warmer quick shirt. I changed to this warmer shirt in white when it was cold. I thought Maine was also going to be on the freshest side.

Packle still heavy

Today’s walk began with 1200 feet in 1.5 miles up by the Moxie Bald mountain, so not as bad as yesterday’s escalation. I hope to reach Shaws early enough to be able to make my refueling if any. I also need to wash my clothes and prepare to hit the 100 mile desert tomorrow.

I still have a lot of food since I entered the Bigalows 3 days ago. I joked that I had had 10 days of food, but it probably had at least 8 days of food.

At this time on the walk, I should have marked food and know exactly what to pack in terms of food volume. The last replenishment was different because I had that massive Knockerz replenishment before leaving.

I donated a good part of that food, but I also had too much, which has worn me. I am looking forward to a lighter package at the back of the desert of the hundred miles. I will be carefully considered the amount of food I packed this time.

Now add the water weight

I started walking at 6:00 am this morning. The first thing on the path was a rise on a rock face, but it was a soft climb.

The forests around the path were carpeted with moss and there was a thin position of pines. Today will be a hot day.

Many of the water sources are dry. Some are only stagnant water pools. From time to time I will find a pool that really is a spring that flows. Just enough water to collect, but it’s cold and tasty. In these little oasis I will load all my bottles. So now I have 7 lb of water in the back.

Dizzy

I walked but it was so hot that I was sweating profusely. I had to replenish the loss of water from my body. I was starting to get dizzy of heat and perhaps because of the insufficient intake of water, but I advanced. I have gone through this before. I decided to take a land of forest to a paved road to be able to make a fountain to a water source.

On the paved road was the crossroads. A community house since the nineteenth century was here. I walked around the building and found a water spot.

Deprivation creates gratitude

After loading the water and spraying my head, I began to walk along the paved road to Monson. I did the climb to the top of a long hill and took off my thumb. The first car that arrived was stopped and took me to a service station in Monson.

I do not want to forget the feeling of entering a simple service station and being euphoric with all food options and other available items. Deprivation definitely promotes gratitude.

I immediately criticized the air conditioning that felt so good. He had multiple cold drink options, any type of snack or food he wanted, and cooked foods. I obtained a huge ice cream gatorade, some french fries and the largest meat sandwich with cheese they had. I sat outside the shadow and enjoyed every part.

Monson

After that, I went through the city stopping first at the ATC center. They provided information on how to enter Baxter and also approximately 100 mile desert.

The city of Monson was a small beautiful crossroads. He was in a lake and had a small park in front of the sea. Shaws was right on the main street. I will spend the night, take care of the tasks of the city and return to the road again tomorrow.

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