Sumi, I have the feeling that we are no longer in the AT (on Ect 211)

• Walk today: 32.9 miles
  

  • Stevie Allagash/Quebec National Trail Alternate (11.4 – 44.3)

    • Pogy Notch Trail A stupid Wadleight Brook trail A useless Rd.

• Total walking: 4,176 miles
• Total rowing: 99.5 miles

Elevation: 1,088 – 5,267 feet

60-93 ° F, sunny, some swollen clouds, occasional light breeze

Pogy Pond leans towards the Chamberlain bridge

“I have had my adventure, I don’t need something new.

I’m afraid of what I take if I follow you …

In the unknown … «

Idina Menzel – «Into The Unknown» (2019)

Due to my early morning regime, I had established the last days through the 100 mile desert and my Katahdin summit day, I got up long before my alarm and decided to go with him. I thought I had a big day of planned mileage and it would be good to jump. Then, at 4:45 am, I left Pogy Pond inclined to return to the Pogy Notch path.

It was still dark and the path was not exactly clear. Baxter State Park has a saying that I heard that more than one rangers say: «Here, we put the preservation first.» I have a theory that this plays in the maintenance of the paths. I suspect that the specifications for cleaning the path are minimal, which means that they keep it as natural as possible, enough to allow people to walk. Whether my theory is true or more than the paths are a lot of work to maintain and the park is massive, today it was common for Brush to attack me while I was going through. However, there were few complete trees along the way (at the beginning), so it was manageable, but annoying.

First thing in the morning, things became progressively more pleasant in terms of conditions of paths and landscapes as well. I did not know when investigating, but South Branch Campground, which I was running, is accessible by car. That meant people, which meant a good path. I have the feeling that Pogy puts much less traffic. When I approached the camp, everything became pleasant and prepared. The two lakes were quite beautiful, especially in the morning light …

UPPER SOUTH BRANCH Putting West.

The path made a brief block over a steep cliffy section and once higher, offered some views of the pond through the trees.

Upper South Branch Pond View looking west again.

Pond view of the southern branch of Lower South looking north.

I arrived at the camp at the perfect time for a private visit. Then, I continued through him using a gravel path. And that was my path for a while.

Today is a kind of connector between Baxter State Park and the next section of the walk. However, I will wait a little more than that implies. That being the case, I had something on the way walking ahead of me. To tell the truth, it was a kind of welcome change. There are no roots or rocks to make my fingers attacked, twist or grab. It is like a giant path 15-20 feet wide.

I entered the most northern unit of the Baxter State Park, the scientific forest management area.

The first road walk only took me an hour. Then, I got on the Wadleight Brook path, of what would soon regret it. It started fair covered, but after a few miles it deteriorated quickly, crawling in almost nothing and fallen trees one after the other. I was able to monitor the weak path for the most part, but I had to use the Caltopo application several times to point myself in the right direction. Everyone knows me well enough to suspect that this frustrated me. Very frustrated in fact!

On the one hand, I understood … I’m not in the AT! Therefore, it should not have such high expectations and standards for the conditions of paths in the future. But regardless of that, I just don’t have fun for the true savages. I am a snob path from beginning to end. I had a bail point where the path approached a road again. Unfortunately, I would add a little mileage out of the way and things had improved, so I continued with the fingers forward with Crossed to remain manageable.

Another part of this dilemma was that I drank all my water. It was close to a kind of current, or so said the map, but I only saw it through the dense brush. At one point, just before the path was diverted again, I decided that it was better to try to access it. Pushing through some shrubs and high grass, I went out to an open pantanosa area and I saw that a current slowly wandered through it.

I felt very like Alaska. Maybe some of you are familiar with such configurations and you can guess what happened next … As I approached what I thought was the advantage of the waters, I began to sink into the things of mossy swamp; My shoes and socks were completely soaked. I was grateful that at least I had the feeling of approaching with caution and I had not fallen. Everything came like this, so I thought it would be better if you get the water. And so, I grabbed a beautiful liter of brown.

Returning to the path, I walked to a decent place and dropped on the way to filter and prepare my coffee and oats. When it is frustrated, I find that eating is what to do.

The path did not improve much, but did not get worse, so I could persevere. After my rest, I was quieter and more concentrated, not scruffy and angry. He helped be more than half of the section and knew he had a way to look forward if he ever left.

They were around 11:20 am when I went to the gravel road. There was a private there and at that time, a park ranger truck arrived to provide maintenance and cleaning. I tried to give him my permission, since I thought I had missed the last dropbox, but he said he was still in the park and that there would be one along the way. He said he had never seen such a distant north hiker, but after explaining my route and reasons, he said it made sense.

Do I suppose this is the aspect of angie angry?

The next road walk was long and arduous and I put on Pepinillo again with the water. That seems to be a trend today, huh? As the Ranger of the Baxter State Park told us through the children the other day, «it will be as hot as Maine does.» So, it was not a great situation that I ran out of water in this section sunny and exposed.

Moose clues, like ice cream.

Around 12:50 pm, I reached a current that seemed to be an entrance to the nearby, but hidden in the forest, the webster lake. None of the discontinuous blue lines in my map application was flowing. The majority were completely dry, but some had dark and murky mud puddles. However, this current was a solid blue line on the map and flowed with clear and pleasant water. I spent a time in the shadow leaking and eating and cooling before continuing.

It is not the best specimen, but Fireweed! Another thing that reminded me of Alaska.

Towards the end of the day, part of my route turned out to be non -existent, so I will redirect, which added 0.8 miles. I guess I could have tried to go down the two clues that my application had shown as Old Telos Road, but had had enough brushstroke of weeds for the day, so he stayed with the largest insurance instead of risking him. It allowed me to telos Road, which was my goal for the day. However, there were still 5 miles or so to get to the Chamberlain bridge, a secondary goal, so I kept it in motion.

All afternoon after Wadleight Brook Trail until he reached Telos Rd. He spent on useless Road (that is actually his name). A park ranger told me that it had been developed by a paper company, but then never used). I didn’t see any other vehicle in addition to that ranger. However, in Telos Road, I think I saw three, including another park truck that stopped to ask if everything was fine. I was worried that my car could break and that I was in heat. He was very friendly to review me.

A fourth vehicle, a gray truck covered with dust, approached me around 4:15 pm. It seemed very familiar. As he slowed down and the driver shot out the window, he already knew … it was my dad.

That!?

That’s right, surprise! For this next section, Dave H «The Master Trailsman» will join Sumi and I, making our duo a trio. Or, I suppose, if you want to think about our two kayaks as beings, we would be a quintet. Hiking trails, Everglades water trails and now, the water paths of northern Maine … does everything.

Our moment was incredibly near our planned appointment. Without cell service, we had invented this scheme in advance to meet in the next bridge or make me find my way and I was only 1.2 miles away. After a brief rich five and chit chat and the fall of some bottles of water, I suggested that he was going to explore it while I knocked out the last mile. And that’s what we did …

In a symbolic coincidence, dad and I found ourselves right on this sign that had our entry into the river path of Allagash Wilderness. That is what we plan to do together.

While walking to the Chamberlain bridge, I saw Dad speaking outside a wooden cabin with a ranger. I shouted that I was going to walk to the dock first and there I found the beautiful Telo lake with the bridge in sight …

Maybe you have already collected it … We are doing another Aqua Blaze you! And also a large one also to more than 90 miles in length. We will not start until tomorrow, but I was super excited and excited to have arrived at the Chamberlain bridge and I have tied my hiking trip to the point where we reached the river route. However, this publication is already long, so it is more to come on our route on the next publication.

I also have to chat with the Ranger. Jay was his name. We kept it short, although wanting to reach our camp that was still about 40 minutes by car in the way Dad had driven (I had reserved it so that I could wash some washing and shower before establishing this next excursion). Telos Road was pleasant, but it sounded as if it had tracked some really rough earth asphalt paths to get here. It is a rather remote area!

When we arrived at Lake Nesowadnehunk camp, Dad improved the store site that had reserved for a cabin. During the last weeks, he has been planning and packing our food and equipment and wanted to have space inside, out of reach of mosquitoes, to expose things and pass.

It was very nice and quiet there and after a shower, I was very happy to have a chair to sit down and a table to eat and drink my shake.

They had a separate shower building and everything was executed in a generator. Yes, those are my dirty socks that obtain a pre-enjugue before going to wash. This was another long section … From Shaw’s!

A classical library and laundry combination.

Dad prepared a puree of potatoes and sauce and deer meat. It was a great night and we were excited and nervous about going out tomorrow. The camp executes its power through a generator and turns off at 10:00 pm we almost did so late to eat and pack, but not at all. I was a beat and I had no problem to reconcile the dream! In the unknown we go.