tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46928962770863512782024-02-07T19:44:50.172-05:00Trailing Towards Maine...my adventures thru-hiking the entire Appalachian Trail...Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-20366414637433690992010-10-12T08:32:00.001-04:002010-10-12T09:28:38.656-04:00Stats from the Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5qgtE5gKhbVf3RPH2Ts8QZmEkPNyglBNjLEFzgSNxIWBt_qjbPF5_yMUEFkx53Q7rMLuzfUF1tfbELfgjB33fFPZoSuwIzTaN5fUi3aRD_LVo1Ng0HuJEVisU20nUIFQib_dbGp2ZLM/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5qgtE5gKhbVf3RPH2Ts8QZmEkPNyglBNjLEFzgSNxIWBt_qjbPF5_yMUEFkx53Q7rMLuzfUF1tfbELfgjB33fFPZoSuwIzTaN5fUi3aRD_LVo1Ng0HuJEVisU20nUIFQib_dbGp2ZLM/s200/Picture+1.png" width="200" /></a></div>So, I've done a few calculations, and I've added and averaged a number of occurrences on my journey (... which may or may not confirm my dork status...). I was surprised by a few, but most seemed just about right.<br /><br />Biggest mileage day: 30.6 (into Partnership Shelter)<br />Shortest mileage day: 1.9 (into Gorham, NH)<br />Average mileage, including zero days: 13.38<br />Average mileage, only hiking days: 15.69<br />Zero days: 24<br />20+ mileage days: 28<br />Most stumbles in a day: 29<br />Average stumbles on hiking days: 10.3<br />Average stumbles per mile: 1.5<br />Total showers: 57 + 2 outdoor showers<br />Showers on only the 139 hiking days (zero days almost always included a shower): 34 + 2 outdoor showers<br />Sponge baths: 18<br />Longest stretch without a shower: 7 days <br />Nights I slept in a bed: 42<br />Nights I slept in a bunk (no mattress): 11 + 2 tables<br />Nights I slept on a couch: 1<br />Nights I slept in a hotel (<b><i>not</i></b> the Ritz): 17<br />Nights I slept in a hostel: 14<br />Nights I slept in a home: 21 (thanks Jeanne, Wendy, the Byers/Footses, Abigail, Dana, Anita & Steve, the Wetzels, Renee & Tyler, Dan, Mom & Dad)<br />Nights I slept in a shelter: 30<br />Nights I slept in a tent: 74<br />Nights I slept in a hut: 4<br />Nights I "cowboy camped" (under the stars): 1<br /><br /><br />And that's about it! Also, I've FINALLY put a gear list together. The link is up in the top navigation...<br />Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-4038250271387502532010-10-05T16:06:00.000-04:002010-10-05T16:08:20.062-04:00Back Home...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKG1vBDG2knkzvH07O5X-hBP3faH707mFybhgjB7if0AX30lsGSyNrfwVxxpexNq_m6d1ZaSeFOcOdbjPxIMibuhPpCkma1IQ09dmLsW2QmOVQDNnT1duPj9shyphenhyphenAxjQ6IDZdgeEh99-Yk/s1600/scats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKG1vBDG2knkzvH07O5X-hBP3faH707mFybhgjB7if0AX30lsGSyNrfwVxxpexNq_m6d1ZaSeFOcOdbjPxIMibuhPpCkma1IQ09dmLsW2QmOVQDNnT1duPj9shyphenhyphenAxjQ6IDZdgeEh99-Yk/s320/scats.JPG" width="320" /></a>Well, kind of home. I, sadly, said farewell to Scatters and left Rangeley on Thursday to drive Rorshach down to Hanover, NH. He's still got about 500 miles left to do, and he started back up in Rutland, VT. Since I was in Hanover, I stopped by Hanover Outdoors to see if there was a package for me. My friend Sarah sent me one back when I was hiking in the area, but it missed me by a day. I wasn't sure if she'd called to get it returned to sender or not, so I asked if they had it. They did! So, I got a box full of chocolate, trail mix, bars, ramen, ziploc bags, and lots of love. Thanks so much, Sarah!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJIwLxIlCc9l_ANitbWBzrT78vB-0KsjRlBaqQJoplrYRVO0tXvXNU2_U-RBO1JWx93uSZeugR7VPbUC2sd56QouZ_s3nScJF8wJuk1hviCp1er39T7uNb1Y-rlalg0S-MQUUAhmJKF4/s1600/weather.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJIwLxIlCc9l_ANitbWBzrT78vB-0KsjRlBaqQJoplrYRVO0tXvXNU2_U-RBO1JWx93uSZeugR7VPbUC2sd56QouZ_s3nScJF8wJuk1hviCp1er39T7uNb1Y-rlalg0S-MQUUAhmJKF4/s200/weather.JPG" width="171" /></a></div>After I said goodbye to Rorshach, I drove on to Plymouth, NH to see and stay with Renee and Tyler again. I had a great time hanging out with them at the <a href="http://www.holderness.org/" target="_blank">Holderness School</a> where they work/live, and then I took off early the next day for the big drive south. It rained a LOT, and it took about ten hours to get to another friend's house. I stayed with Erin and Mike (the two who came out to hike in the Shenandoahs) at their house south of Baltimore. We all woke up very early to get to the <a href="http://www.heroslacrosse.com/laxtoberfest.html">Laxtoberfest</a> lacrosse tournament in the morning. We didn't play (thank goodness), but we had to get to the fields at 6:30 to work at the score tables until 5pm. It was a long [sunny?!] day of lacrosse, followed by another long day on Sunday, but it was a lot of fun. I got to see my old teammates and watch a lot of great lacrosse. The tournament ended on Sunday afternoon, and I drove another 2 hours to get to my parents' house in Berlin, Md where I am now. I plan to stay here for a week before finally getting back to DC. I look forward to not driving more than ten minutes at a time!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLJ9tA1bkHQccX2sJ0RMfM4yY50fRg5SApzYKwLbKkB_HcXEHaO4IyVGv-4cVko7j2nIcQjG6f78HX75YQz3jtFB4ehB0pJw9nV0ZgNf7d8f1ZNaunS5viApVsPVcHuoPaZq7FBuv8wA/s1600/laxfest-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLJ9tA1bkHQccX2sJ0RMfM4yY50fRg5SApzYKwLbKkB_HcXEHaO4IyVGv-4cVko7j2nIcQjG6f78HX75YQz3jtFB4ehB0pJw9nV0ZgNf7d8f1ZNaunS5viApVsPVcHuoPaZq7FBuv8wA/s200/laxfest-logo.jpg" width="159" /></a></div>Being here has been nice, as it usually is. I caught up with my mom and dad, and I got back in the gym. I'll be sticking to the elliptical machine and light weights for a while, I think, and a few yoga poses. My body is still quite stiff and sore, but I've been stretching at least twice a day, and I think my joints should eventually heal. My appetite is slowly getting back to normal (smaller), and my diet has made the switch back to "mostly healthy" (though I already miss the Rangeley stint of huge, daily ice cream sundaes!!). <br /><br />I've been in contact with a few hikers (Little Foot finally summitted with his Dad this past Saturday - congrats!!), and most everyone seems to be in transition. I've begun to dabble in online job searching and organizing my things. I have so many things!?! Quite a difference from temporarily only having 65 liters of carry-able, ultra-light items...<br /><br />It probably won't be REAL real until I settle back into DC for a while with my friend Leah. Until then, I'll enjoy the down time. I've started a book. I've gone through all my mail. I take my time working out. I may even take a nap here and there...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Berlin,%20MD&z=10'>Berlin, MD</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-91203484144600650602010-09-30T09:12:00.002-04:002010-09-30T10:41:51.785-04:00Syracuse Alumni Article<p>About me!?</p><p><a href="http://ischool.syr.edu/newsroom/profiles/carriesoults.aspx" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnPRYbW0rSy7T56Kx4h4fKWHtOkwvaG1LNQSY3cZq9MbkqeqLMJ5V3vuT2DIMi2XskwJmBydo6pOx6y80-dsQ0U3oJr6Z5T0PSMUPWkbuykcEHkpvw7tgJIZ0FlbY_0eDNnTU49nGKfs/s640/Picture+1.png" width="640" /></a></p><p>Thank you to Kate Holloway for writing such a nice article. Click the image to read the whole thing.</p><p> </p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-49900879795046939062010-09-29T12:40:00.000-04:002010-09-29T12:55:04.269-04:00Recovery Week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs1EsZeCvFHtHRq7lsNtpeWphbhQBsayeu82NcFWoxfHRAbRfCfOA6cw-e8JQDvhDebKR8vHygY8wm4dVRCKyf58f9itUV77irSFCkBlyeHAN6A_TfE31YeJgOAaAtx8Lz0Mh8cSXNlA/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRs1EsZeCvFHtHRq7lsNtpeWphbhQBsayeu82NcFWoxfHRAbRfCfOA6cw-e8JQDvhDebKR8vHygY8wm4dVRCKyf58f9itUV77irSFCkBlyeHAN6A_TfE31YeJgOAaAtx8Lz0Mh8cSXNlA/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" width="320" /></a>Almost a week since I climbed Katahdin. Seems like forever ago, AND it seems like just yesterday. I don't feel like I'm done, though. I feel as though I am taking a few zero days - like I'll need to go back out there soon and walk more. But I don't. It sure feels good not to have to walk, but I do miss the trail already and the hikers on it.<br /><br />Right now, I'm still up in Rangeley, Maine with Scatters. Boss flew back to Atlanta on Sunday (and went back to work on Monday!!?!), and Rorshach arrived here yesterday. It's nice to have a few trail folks around still, to ease out of AT life. I don't think I'll realize that my AT journey is over until I am back in DC, and there aren't any thru hikers around. Then it should sink in, right?<br /><br />Hanging out in Rangeley has been great. Just what a post-thru-hiker needs. A lot of sitting on the couch and eating. Showers and laundry are available at all times. And there are cars to drive places. It's <i>very</i> luxurious. The past few days, we have woken up to rain. Nothing better than waking up INSIDE when it's raining!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogIX7kVEAtHG4WS6oExB-40HxEPVDMJHxtmPwjSFb6YPTqaJQT_GvA7PnW9K12hWdSFUcXchkYqZmWjp4D6Hwm3i2va-Dy_hS0DOQgRT9VchvK1gJbh2pvOViavdTzho5pSK9gqPSAK0/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogIX7kVEAtHG4WS6oExB-40HxEPVDMJHxtmPwjSFb6YPTqaJQT_GvA7PnW9K12hWdSFUcXchkYqZmWjp4D6Hwm3i2va-Dy_hS0DOQgRT9VchvK1gJbh2pvOViavdTzho5pSK9gqPSAK0/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="240" /></a>So, what's next for me? I'm not sure. I've got a few distractions to keep me occupied for another few weeks. I'll be driving down to and working at the Laxtoberfest lacrosse tournament with my old lacrosse team in Annapolis this weekend, and then I have a family get-together at my parents' house in Ocean City, Md. Then it'll be my THIRTIETH birthday in DC on October 15th, and then it's basically Thanksgiving and Christmas... I suppose I'll need to hunt for a job somewhere in there. I'm not too worried. I'm confident I'll find something I enjoy, and it will probably be in another city. In a few weeks, I can see myself getting pretty excited about working again. For now, I'm fine to rest and recuperate. <br /><br />I hope my body starts shaping up soon. Scatters (who finished a week before I did) and I are still very sore and tight and tender-footed. My knees <i>really</i> don't like to switch between standing and sitting - especially if they've been doing one of those things for more than ten minutes. My feet are very tender to walk on, mostly in the mornings, but rubbing them doesn't seem to help. My left ankle is still a little swollen, but I think it's getting better. Scatters and I even went for a 4-mile walk yesterday to loosen things up. It hurt at first, and we were slow, but it was nice to move around a bit. The scrapes, bumps and bruises on my legs and arms are slowly fading, and my skin is starting to clear up. It's nice to have soap around. I've started stretching two times a day, but I'm not sure it's been helping too much yet. I'll keep it up. I'm slowly adding fresh fruit and veggies back into my daily diet. It feels healthy and right. I'll keep that up, too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEshONw_BQbLuPomb97C83NnaytLf8d-dj8q9xhvykF8mbyysDW9tCzY9oktqhMPWr1gSOKcbG4d8Y3Qzc1FGo_PTbTLO6TVwSZ8rheL3LttZHms6BdTrR2bY9cfgOzz3LeMRmJaeztcw/s1600/IMG_1298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEshONw_BQbLuPomb97C83NnaytLf8d-dj8q9xhvykF8mbyysDW9tCzY9oktqhMPWr1gSOKcbG4d8Y3Qzc1FGo_PTbTLO6TVwSZ8rheL3LttZHms6BdTrR2bY9cfgOzz3LeMRmJaeztcw/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" width="320" /></a>So, am I glad I did this trek? Oh yes. Before I drove down to Georgia with my dad, I never knew for sure how far I would make it. I knew I was determined to go as far as I could. I knew I was physically capable to walk the 2000+ miles. I was pretty sure I could adapt to whatever conditions arose and challenged me along the way. But to realize that I got up every morning and walked, footstep by footstep, the entire 2,179 miles with my big ole pack, through rain, sleet, snow and blazing heat, well, it just blows my mind. When I look at the AT map, it doesn't seem real. When I get out of bed in the morning, though, it does, in fact, seem as though, perhaps, I did actually walk all that way...<br /><br />So, what should I do with this blog?? I guess I'm not sure. I've had such AMAZING amounts of UNBELIEVABLE support for my trip and my blogging that I feel like I can't just stop writing. I like blogging (though, it's nice not to have to write about everything that happens everyday in my life anymore - sorry mom!), and I will probably continue to update this site on a not-so-regular basis. It will take me a while to reply to all the comments and thank everyone I need to thank. (I'm sorry I couldn't reply much while I was hiking, but blogging alone was way too much typing on my little iPhone keyboard...)<br /><br />I guess, stay tuned...?<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Rangeley,%20Maine&z=10'>Rangeley, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-69988855097917423392010-09-23T22:12:00.000-04:002010-09-25T13:46:48.973-04:00Day 163: Katahdin (THE END)...and then it was GO TIME! <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1326.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1326.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />There was worry about the weather, but I woke up early to a pretty clear (and COLD!) morning. Tripper, Wizard, Stickbuilt, 413 and Scooter were all up, eating breakfast and packing up. We made some hot drinks and said goodbye/good luck to them as they left camp just after 7am. Master Chief and Backwards left soon after, and then Boss and I left, too, after our last pack-up from camping this trip?!?!<br /><br />We walked over to the ranger station. Most thru hikers leave their large packs and poles at the station and take only a few snacks and water in a day pack. There's a pile of day packs for our use - it's quite nice of them to offer those. I decided to take my own pack up and take out everything I wouldn't need so it would be practically day-pack-sized. I just really like my pack, and without much in it, it gets pretty small. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1328.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1328.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />And then we began the last 5.2 miles of the entire trip... Katahdin is a nice mountain on which to finish because the climb starts out VERY gradually. It's a flat mile, then a slightly increasing grade until it's straight up. Then you hit the table top, and then a really nice ramp up to Baxter Peak. <br /><br />The weather was great. We couldn't believe how clear it was after such a cloudy peak day yesterday. We had been watching the weather forecast and felt very good about our decision to push to summit today. Boss was pretty excited to get up to the top, so he ended up taking off at a speedy pace. I was so "in my head" that I didn't even notice when he was out of sight. I couldn't believe I was climbing Katahdin, but it was all happening. Conditions were perfect. I felt good. The weather was good. I was going to finish this thing!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1330.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1330.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />The ascent got tougher after mile 2 ended, but it was fun boulder-climbing. And the light pack made hiking so much easier. (So THIS is what slack-packing must be like!) When I got above tree line, the wind was howling. I caught up to On the Loose and her mom (Mama Loose - she came out just for this climb), who had both stopped to layer up. I did the same and put on pants, my jacket, hat and gloves. Much better. The next section was difficult to get up and around, and On the Loose asked me to lead her mom up while she stayed right behind her. Despite a slight fear of heights, Mama Loose made it past that dangerous section just fine. They stopped for another short break and I hiked on. <br /><br />The wind died down a bit, but was still a factor when I got to the steepest part of the day. It was pretty much straight up, rocky and challenging, but adrenaline pushed me right up. I teared up a bit at one point here, thinking about getting to the sign on Baxter Peak which signified the end. It was a powerful day. Lots of emotions running through my head. It was hard to be "in the moment." I was thinking about other moments on the trail that had been super-difficult. About all the other thru hikers who had made this climb before me and what it must mean to all of them. What it means to me now. How this experience will stay with me forever. About what's going to happen next.... It was a lot. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1332.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1332.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />I got up to the table top and enjoyed the break from climbing. I had about a mile and a half left... of the whole, entire trip. As I got closer, I could see a group of hikers near the Baxter peak sign. I was seeing the sign in real life, with my own eyes! I teared up again as I approached it and finally touched it. I was done. I was DONE!<br /><br />2179.1 miles of white-blazed trail. Wow. Millions of footsteps, thousands of stumbles, hundreds of Clif bars, and dozens of mornings where I had to put on cold, wet clothes in the mornings. All leading up to this moment. It was magical. It was indescribable. It was surreal, but also quite normal, too. It felt like just another mountain, and it was... but it was THE mountain. I was on Katahdin. My AT trek was over. It felt amazing. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1333.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1333.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Boss had been up there for twenty minutes or so and was hanging out with Heads Up, Yahtzee, Stetcher and Eric the Red. We took photos and had snacks and enjoyed the GORGEOUS view. We completely lucked out with such good weather! Even though the ranger station declared it a Class II day (when they don't recommend going above tree line - because there was a chance of rain in the afternoon), it was beautiful. Lots of silly photos while other hikers showed up. The Aussies made it up, and so did Captain Slick who brought up and changed into his uniform from the Marines. There were a couple groups of day hikers, too. Lots of people - maybe 25-30? It was warm enough to hang out on the rocks in the sun, and the breeze wasn't too strong. Finally, On the Loose and Mama Loose made it up, too. We got a group photo, then it was time to descend. Goodbye Katahdin sign. I have dreamt of you for a while now, and I will continue to do so for many years, I'm sure. <br /><br />The weird part of heading back to the ranger station was that it would be the same trail as coming up. The first time I'd be "back-tracking" for five miles. Going down was just as slow in the same places where it was slow coming up, but eventually, Boss and I made it back to the ranger station to sign the register and recover our packs. After a clothing change and casually repacking our bags, we left to hitch into Millinocket. We were done... and exhausted. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1334.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1334.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />By the end of the day, Boss and I made it all the way back to Scatters' house in Rangeley, Maine, where we'd recover for a few days. Three hikers (Giggles, Special Needs and Vegan) were staying there another night - they were still a few weeks from finishing. We all chatted for a while before laundry, showers and tv sent us all to bed. <br /><br />What. A. Day.<br /><br />How am I going to feel in the morning...? More exhausted? In disbelief? Relieved? Proud and accomplished? Sore and broken? However I will feel, it sure will be nice not to have to hike! (and it's supposed to rain... :)<br />(5.2mi (10.4??) 5st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Baxter%20Peak,%20Katahdin&z=10'>Baxter Peak, Katahdin</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-88768887905674386072010-09-22T20:11:00.000-04:002010-09-25T12:13:16.813-04:00Day 162: Last Full Day in the Woods<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1071.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1071.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Woke up early to a very warm and dry morning. I went down to the water to take early morning photos and see if there were any moose out, but I saw none. Boo. Back at camp, I was starting to pack up and pull everything together when Boss and I heard moose noises. To the water!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1072.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1072.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='149' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Boss headed back south on the trail, and I went out to where I had been taking photos. It was a large lake, and I didn't see anything right away. The noises were loud though, and from the other side...? Then I spotted them. Two moose SWIMMING across the lake. I got a few photos on my real camera, but they're a bit fuzzy because of the distance. One was a bull with a full set of antlers. The other was a cow. Very cool! It would have been nice to see a few a little closer than 200 yards, but I can't complain. I was watching two moose swimming! (ps: this photo is from the internet... but it's probably similar to what the scene looked like close-up, minus the cow...)<br /><br />Boss came back from his expedition into the lake, and we had breakfast as Backwards left camp. We ate lots since it would be a long day of hiking and we would only need one more breakfast (what?!). Then we were off on our LAST full day of hiking in the woods. The terrain was nice and the weather was warm. Too warm? It felt more like the end of May than the end of September. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1076.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1076.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1078.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1078.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We got up to Rainbow Ledges and got a view of Katahdin. We couldn't see the top because there was a large cloud hovering up there and covering it up. I hope that cloud burns off for anyone climbing up there today. We continued on, to kill nine miles or so before our first break at a shelter. Master Chief and Backwards were there having a snack, and we all talked about what we'd eat at the Abol Bridge camp store a few miles away. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1083.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1083.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We hiked on and got to the bridge. Stunning view of Katahdin, but that big ole cloud was still there! I think Uncas and HD Mama were up there in it. A hundred yards past the bridge was the camp store where the guys bought lots of snacks. I ate a little out of my food bag and a Whoopie Pie from the store. It was so sweet it almost made me sick, but it was a nice, sugary treat. We took a long snack break in the shade and filled up on calories. <br /><br />Then, we were off to conquer that last ten miles to get to the Birches camp at the Katahdin Stream Campground, which is 5.2 miles from Baxter Peak (the end). Luckily, it was really nice, flat trail that followed the stream. Before we knew it, we'd arrived and registered at the Ranger Station. It was getting so real!<br /><br />After taking care of a few admin bits (I was #386 of the nobo's from this season), we walked back to our designated camp spot and found Tripper, Wizard, Stickbuilt, 413 and Scooter. Well, hey! It was so nice to finally catch those Aussies! We chatted with them, and then Backwards and Master Chief rolled in. We made dinner around the fire, and already-done-thru-hiker True stopped by to drop off a cooler of drinks! Our last trail magic! Just when I thought I wouldn't get anymore... Thanks, True!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/1085.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/25/s_1085.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We ate and drank, and soon we were all retiring to our beds for our last night in the woods. It's so crazy that we'll all be climbing Katahdin in the morning. Baxter peak - the distant, fabled myth - is right outside the tent wall. The summit sign that we've seen in countless photos of joy, accomplishment, and completion. This journey that seemed like it had no end will finally be complete. It's all happening, and it just feels great. <br /><br />I can't wait. <br />(21.1mi 4st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=The%20Birches%20Camp,%20Baxter%20State%20Park&z=10'>The Birches Camp, Baxter State Park</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-16353969530384546802010-09-21T20:46:00.001-04:002010-09-29T13:41:41.161-04:00Day 161: It's Almost OverWoke up early since I fell asleep before 8:30pm. It was close to 6am, and I wondered if I could catch the sunrise. 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While we were checking out and paying our tabs, we got to talking to Bill about the place and how they came to run it. Very interesting story (and a great guy). There was a big controversy about advertising on or near the AT, but they keep it pretty low key. <br />
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After a nice chat, we finally had to leave that haven to finish this hike. It was almost 10am when Bill dropped us off a mike up the river (so it would only be .2 back to the trail - yay!). The three of us waived goodbye and started to hike. It would be another long day, but not quite so rushed as yesterday. <br />
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Lots of roots today. We were glad it hadn't rained. Wet roots are very slippery. Boss put his book on whole we hiked, and I let my mind wander and think about lots of things. I thought about how this trail has institutionalized me in a non-institutional kind of way, and I hope I'll make a smooth transition when it's over. (Or at least come out better than Brooks did when ge left Shawshank...) I thought about all the hikers I've met on the trail. Who's off the trail. Who's done. Who's still hiking. I thought about how much I've gotten used to my body always hurting, and how long would it take to feel normal again. Will this be my new normal? Is this what it's like to be old? I thought about what it will be like to climb DOWN from Katahdin when it's all over. How will it feel when I wake up on Friday and have no where to walk?!?!<br />
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We stopped for lunch at a shelter and Backwards caught up. Then we hiked on for the next few hours and my mind wandered again. There was a bit of a hill to climb and a great view of Katahdin. It's so hard to believe I'll be there in less than 48 hours! I took a few photos and we hiked on. We finally made it to the next shelter around 4pm and made an early dinner. Tinkle Fingers and Bonne Chance were there making dinner. Backwards and Master Chief caught up and did the same. As we all ate, it began to sprinkle rain. Quick clean-up, then off to pound out another 3-4 miles before setting up camp. <br />
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We finally made it to the campground by the lake and set up camp. The sprinkles were on and off (but they left the roots nice and slippery), and luckily, it was dry while we set up. A small snack of hot chocolate and a brownie that Linda had made, and then it was time for bed (and blogging catch-up!). I hope all the rain comes out tonight so we don't have to worry about it in the morning!<br />
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A call to action: Look at your hands. You're probably reading this from your computer at work or maybe a phone. Your hands are probably nice and clean, or only mildly dirty. Maybe there's a small bit of something under one nail...? <br />
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After only one day away from a sink, my hands are utterly filthy once again. It's amazing! Dirt under every nail. A slightly darker shade of skin on my palms. Just gross. <br />
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So, go... Wash your hands in honor of me. Because you can. Are you in the bathroom? Why not just go ahead and wash your face, too... Or, if you're at home, go ahead a jump in the shower. Be clean! Enjoy cleanliness!! I just can't wait to enjoy the luxury of sinks and showers and towels and soap... That will be quite nice... I can't wait for that again...<br />
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<div class="blogpress_location">Location:<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Rainbow%20Stream%20Campsite&z=10">Rainbow Stream Campsite</a></div>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-76188173347230123762010-09-20T19:39:00.000-04:002010-09-24T14:46:44.738-04:00Day 160: White House LandingWoke up to a chilly Monday morning moose hunt. Boss heard something and woke me up, and it sounded like a big old moose heading towards the water. Then it sounded like it was IN the water. It was very cold, so we weren't very quick to get out of our warm sleeping bags, but after a few minutes, we threw on our jackets, grabbed our cameras and went to find the moose!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1859.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1859.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Well, we couldn't see it from the water access, and we couldn't rock-hop around the bend in the steam, so we backtracked and followed the AT for a hundred yards or so until we heard it loud and clear. The brush was too thick to see through to the river, but it was only 20 yards away or so. It was making all sorts of weird sounds (maybe because it is rut season...?). Finally, I slowly blazed my own trail to the stream, but only saw a few ducks (and a gorgeous morning steam in the sunlight!). The moose must've crossed the stream and kept going. No moose sighting for us this morning... Just moose tracks in the mud. <br /><br />We packed up and headed out on the trail to the stream that our books said we'd need to ford. I'd left my crocs on from camp. Boss took a chance and put his shoes/socks on. When we got to the crossing, it was an EASY rock-hop. Point for Boss. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1860.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1860.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />The hiking in the morning was beautiful. The weather was brisk, but very pleasant. Bright sun. Flat trail. A lovely walk. We had to deal with a slight re-location of the AT going up to Little Boardman mountain. This slowed us down a bit with the new, unpredictable, unworn trail. After this mountain, however, our pace was fast, and we thought about maybe making it to the White House Landing oasis in the wilderness. It's a hostel on a lake that serves food and sells a few resupply items. It would have to be a quick, long hiking day, since we'd need to make it almost 22 miles to their boat dock before dark. I decided that we should go for it. Even if it was just for dinner...<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1861.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1861.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We continued hiking at a solid pace, which was easy with the flat terrain. At least a mile of today, though, was walking on planks. They seemed to be never-ending! We stopped for lunch at a shelter where Master Chief caught up to us. We chatted a bit before taking off. We passed a logging road and watched a log truck go by (it's not too wild out here...). Later, we stopped by a bridge where we saw Prophet, his friend from home, Kim, and a ridge-runner, CJ. Prophet and Kim got a ride up to Katahdin and were hiking back to Monson. I guess I won't be seeing him again now that he's sobo. Weird.<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1863.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1863.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We hiked hard and took another short break at Potaywadjo shelter to get water and check our mileage. We were going to make it! 2-something AT miles to an old road, then .2 non-AT miles east, then about a mile south to a boat dock. There's a bull horn there with a note and directions. I gave the horn a short blast, and five minutes later, Bill showed up from across the lake in his motorboat. Hi Bill!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1864.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1864.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />After a quick 300-400 yard ride, we were docked out front of White House Landing. The sun was setting. The sky was dramatic. We knew we'd be staying the night. We met Linda inside as she took our orders for dinner, and we joined Backwards at a table. He was the only other thru-hiker in for the night. We each ate one of Linda's famous one-pound burgers (yum!!) and then we split a pizza. It was all delicious. Linda showed us to the bunkhouse where we dumped our packs and soon took showers. There isn't electricity in the bunkhouse (the lights all run off gas), but Linda said she would charge our phones at her house. (It was great, but it meant I couldn't blog till the next night. No worries...) Thanks Linda for sharing your power!<br /><br />So, it was dark and getting cold, and there wasn't much to do without our phones. I couldn't blog, and Boss couldn't listen to his book. He ended up hopping into bed around 7:30pm, Backwards read a book by the dim light in the other room, while I took my camera down to the lake shore and took a few neat photos of the moonlight. It was SO bright! After it got too cold, I hopped into my bunk and soon fell asleep. All-you-can-eat breakfast in the morning!!!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1865.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1865.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />[A few of you were concerned with my gps location! Yes, I was a bit off the trail, and this is why. I'm glad I've got you guys on my team!]<br />(21.8mi 6st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=White%20House%20Landing&z=10'>White House Landing</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-15058375043748184432010-09-19T19:56:00.000-04:002010-09-24T13:57:20.041-04:00Day 159: I Saw KatahdinWoke up in our little stealth spot and soon got to hiking. We found out how lucky we were to find that spot in the dark last night after noting that there was nothing else that would've done for camping for the next two miles. We met a few day hikers and their dogs as we all crossed the Pleasant river, which was up to our knees and cold. We also met Threshold, a 2009 thru-hiker who was working as a ridge runner. <br /><br />We hiked on in the nice day. There was a bit of cloud cover, so I was worried about the view of Katahdin from White Cap Mountain later on, but it seemed like it would burn off eventually. Boss and I hiked past the loop trail to Gulf Hagas, and we were sad to do that. It's supposed to be a wonderful trail of waterfalls and canyons, but we just didn't feel the need to do the extra, 5.2 non-AT miles. We both definitely WANTED to do it, but we are just so ready to stop the walking. We pressed on instead, to get up and over the four mountains coming up...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1708.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1708.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />After a short break to chat with George, a VERY talkative weekender hiker who could've gone on forever (lovely guy though), we took a lunch break at the Carl Newhall shelter (2100 mile marker!!!!) before the climb. We went up Hagas mountain, then down, then up West peak, then down, then up Hay mountain, then down, then up to White Cap where we got our first, sure view of Katahdin. And the angels sang: AHHHHH! <br /><br />There she was. The light at the end of the tunnel. The goal. The legend. The reason we began. The last mountain. The northern terminus. The end.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1710.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1710.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />The cloud cover had cleared, and it was a beautiful day to see that mountain from the hill on which I stood. Seventy-something odd hiking miles away. Within grasp and waiting. It was exciting, and my flame for hiking was ignited again. Only three full days to go, plus the rest of this one, and then it's Katahdin time. So hard to believe I'm already here!!<br /><br />Well, we took a short break atop White Cap and enjoyed the bright sunlight. Then it was down a few miles to a shelter. Another quick break before down again to the East Branch lean-to where we will sleep. We're the only ones here, so we'll sleep in the shelter for a change. Boss and I should've picked up more fuel before heading out. He's basically empty, and I'm running low. To save what's left, Boss made a fire and boiled water over it. We both made dinner and hot chocolate without using any isobutane. I hadn't done that except for a few hot dog nights. I felt kinda like Beaver Chief. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1713.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1713.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />Something to note: we didn't see ANY OTHER nobo's today! We didn't pass anyone, and no one passed us. Weird. I think we must be in between two bubbles - we'll try to catch Uncas and the Aussies, but Xan, Neutron, Deetz/PP/Miles, One Life, Rorshach, and a few others are back in Monson, about to head into the wilderness. Perhaps I'll see them all after they summit, over the weekend...?<br /><br />So, with White Cap mountain out of the way now, there are no substantial mountains left before Katahdin. It should be nice, easy hiking until the last climb, so we'll be covering lots of ground. I hope this great weather continues!<br />(18mi 8st)<br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=East%20Branch%20Lean-to&z=10'>East Branch Lean-to</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-4250870444188312162010-09-18T20:34:00.000-04:002010-09-24T13:31:34.919-04:00Day 158: Maine is Beautiful<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1634.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1634.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Lovely, cold morning. After eating a hot breakfast and fixing my bear line problems, we prepared to ford the river. It wasn't too deep or far across, but it was cold, and the rocks were a bit slippery. The key is to go slow and carefully (and wear crocs). So we did (Boss wore flip flops). And we made it fine. The cold water definitely helped wake us up more!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1635.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1635.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We stopped in quickly to the shelter nearby and said good morning to Rainbow, Stryder and Farmer John. After hiking a few miles and seeing a train, we rock-hopped and took a break at a stream. Then it was up up up to the mountain-before-Barren mountain where the view was excellent. We startled some sort of moose-like animal in the woods on the way up, but I was unable to determine just exactly what it was since the woods were so thick. (It seemed like a moose though.) <br /><br />We caught up with Sourdough and Sweet Dough and had lunch there with them. Master Chief stopped in, too. We were all stunned by the gorgeous view we had up there. (The lake in the photo is the geographical center of Maine!) The sun was out. Soft breeze. Lunch. Freeman swung by, heading south (he had flip flopped in Kent, Connecticut - where I saw him last). We all chatted and stared out at the mountains and lakes in the sun. It was beautiful. And it marked the "100 miles left" spot. Wow. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1636.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1636.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We left and hiked up and over Barren mountain, then down/up/down/up over four little mountains. I slipped and fell at one point, but it wasn't too bad. Just stressed out the ole left knee again. We hiked through a bog where we saw a few pitcher plants (photo - they fill up with water and somehow lower the viscosity of the water so that insects that can normally float on the service will sink to the bottom. The pitcher plants digest insects, and they look pretty cool. Thanks to Freeman for the info!) We got to the Chairback Lean-to around 5:30pm and made dinner. We wanted to shave off a few more miles from tomorrow's mileage, and stopping to eat while it was light out made it easier to night-hike, if it came to that. We said goodnight to Master Chief after getting water and pressed on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1637.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1637.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Up on Chairback Mountain, we caught a setting sun and a lovely beginning to the evening. We walked out on the ledge and got to see the silhouettes of the mountains on the pink sky. It was quite rocky for the next mile, so there was nowhere to camp. After we slowly made it down the mountain, it got muddy... and dark. We whipped out our headlamps for the second day in a row and hiked another mile or so through a lot of scratchy brush, then mud, until we finally found a good spot.<br /><br />We had already eaten, so all we needed to do was set up camp and go to bed. Nice and quick and ready to sleep. Now that we know we want to summit on the 23rd, we've worked out our daily mileages for the rest of the trip. Tomorrow will be the biggest day in the wilderness with White Cap mountain (the last real mountain before Katahdin), but pretty big miles on the remaining flat terrain till the end. I think I'm ready to be done... Only 85.8 miles left...<br />(19mi 8st)<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Tenting%20near%20the%20East%20Chairback%20Pond%20Trail%20&z=10'>Tenting near the East Chairback Pond Trail </a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-48787066992580808042010-09-17T21:15:00.000-04:002010-09-24T13:16:26.447-04:00Day 157: Into the WildernessWoke up early and wandered out into the drizzles over to Shaw's for their famous all-you-can-eat breakfast. It was great - and it was French toast day! Boss and I sat with Master Chief, Ten Beers and Farmer John. I ordered a "three" which comes out with three of each: eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes (servings), and pieces of French toast. I got through it and had two more pieces of French toast! Gotta fill up before the wilderness. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1586.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1586.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We chatted for a while and eventually made it back to the Lakeshore House where we finished watching a movie we didn't make it through last night. Then we packed up and got our things a bit more organized. We resupplied at the general store and had lunch at the pub (they have games to play). We chatted with Rebekah, the owner of the Lakeshore House for a while and really liked her. She runs a good show there!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1588.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1588.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />After some tinkering on the computer and a few last phone calls, we packed up six days of food and made it out of town. James, the cook, gave us a ride back to the trail head after ten disappointing minutes if trying to hitch. Soon after getting dropped off, we were OFF! Into the wilderness! The HUNDRED MILES of wilderness!!! ...at 3pm...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1590.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1590.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />It was a mighty late start, but we were only going 10 miles or so. My pack was heavy, but I got used to it fairly quickly. The hiking was easy and enjoyable. We passed a few ponds, rock-hopped a few streams (I sunk a foot this time... Boss stayed dry) and a sixty foot waterfall. At one of the ponds, there were two beaver swimming around, splashing. And the weather was amazing! Though we woke up to rain, it was oh-so-clear and warm while we hiked. The moon was out early, but the sun went down by 7pm and we were still moving. I forgot how short the days were getting. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1591.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1591.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We ended up pulling out the headlamps for the last 20 minutes or so and camping next to a big river crossing. We didn't want to even try to get over this river in the dark, and luckily there was a small camp ground next to it. First thing in the morning will be the deepest, strongest river ford yet. Tonight was only dinner in the dark, then bed...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/1592.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/24/s_1592.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />One final photo: moose poo. We see it all over the place, but still no moose! <br />(9.7mi 6st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Camping%20next%20to%20Big%20Wilson%20stream&z=10'>Camping next to Big Wilson stream</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-9502431058895832102010-09-17T20:30:00.000-04:002010-09-24T14:04:44.035-04:00Follow My GPS Locations...I just got a faint cell signal, so I thought I'd remind you that even though I can't upload my blog entries, you can still follow my GPS location on the link on the right. I'll send out 3-5 signals a day, then on my final climb up Katahdin (on the 23rd...?), I plan to switch my SPOT to "tracking" mode, which will send out a signal every ten minutes. You can "watch" me climb Katahdin! <br /><br />All for now! Things are still going well out here!<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=The%20100%20Miles%20of%20Wilderness&z=10'>The 100 Miles of Wilderness</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-7554147556446593862010-09-16T21:49:00.000-04:002010-09-17T11:51:34.642-04:00Day 156: Reunited, and It Feels So Good!Woke up after almost ten hours of sleep. It's nice not to have a strict schedule out here. I plan to enjoy it while it lasts... After a slow breakfast and pack-up, Boss and I left to hike the 6-ish miles to the road to Monson. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/1038.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/s_1038.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />The trail was nice and rolling (a bit more uphill than I thought), but there was a really nice pond about halfway. We stopped to listen to the loons calling from far away. It was picturesque and lovely. We talked to a section hiker for a bit, then knocked out the next 3 miles. We got to the road and only waited ten minutes before Debbie picked us up on her way to Portland. She dropped us off at the Lakeshore House and waved goodbye. Thanks, Debbie!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/1039.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/s_1039.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />We self-checked in and said hello to Sour Dough (who I hadn't seen for a while), his wife Sweet Dough (who was back on the trail for the last week or so), Rainbow, Stryder and a group of three who summited yesterday - Stoker, Sour Tower and Boone. We all watched a movie and relaxed after cleaning up and throwing the laundry in. It was a relaxing afternoon. We had a bite to eat in the pub and walked over to the general store. <br /><br />While we were doing all this, Scatters and Powder had finished up with Katahdin. They were DONE! Scatters' brother, Jonathan, had come out from Colorado to pick them up and drive them back to Rangeley. On their way back, though, they stopped in Monson! Happy 30th Birthday, Scatters!!! And congrats!! She managed to summit on her birthday! I knew she would :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/1040.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/s_1040.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br />It was great to see Scatters again - Boss and I hasn't seen her since Hanover?! - and it was good to see Powder again, too (and nice to meet Jonathan!). The five of us went down to the pub to enjoy all-you-can-eat taco night and catch up on EVERYTHING from the last few weeks. It was excellent, and so were the tacos. Boss and I had hoped they'd spend the night with us in Monson, but they were on their way to Rangeley by 8pm. I'm so happy I get to hang out with Scatters some more, back in Rangeley after I finally summit, too. Only 114.5 miles left, and most of it will be in "the hundred miles of wilderness." It sounds daunting, but it shouldn't be too bad. We just need to bring six days of food or so. Heavy packs. <br /><br />With that said, I will probably not have any cell service or internet (or battery left?) until after I summit (on the 23rd or 24th?). I will still be blogging everyday and will upload everything I've got as soon as I can. It should be a great last hundred miles, but I'm definitely looking forward to being done now.<br /><br />I can't believe it's almost over...<br />(6.7mi 2st)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/1042.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/17/s_1042.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Lakeshore%20House,%20Monson,%20Maine&z=10'>Lakeshore House, Monson, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-27962136042325356482010-09-15T19:52:00.000-04:002010-09-16T14:15:43.107-04:00Day 155: Ford ToughWoke up early to raindrops that came and went. Fell back asleep for a while, but was up eating breakfast by 6:45 in the shelter. Today would be an easy hike with only one mountain, first thing in the morning. Moxie Bald Mountain. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1382.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1382.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We climbed the 1000 feet of elevation in one mile and were met with fierce gusts of wind and a chilly temperature. On a clear day, you can see Katahdin, but neither Stryder, Uncas, Boss or I knew what we were looking for. It was pretty clear out, and it wasn't raining, but there are a lot of mountains up here. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1385.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1385.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />On the way down, the sun really came out and warmed us up. It was especially nice since the forecast called for showers. We made it down and took a snack break at the Moxie Pond Lean-to. A really nice spot and a beautiful pond. Other hikers had noted in the register that moose come out to the pond everyday around 5pm. Unfortunately, we would miss it since it was only 10am, but perhaps another pond will have moose for us to see. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1391.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1391.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />It would be nine miles until the next shelter and our next break, but when Boss and I came up to a gravel road at the halfway point between the two shelters, there was trail magic! Uncas was sitting in a chair with BJ (thru-hiker '96) and his wife Glenna. Well, hey! They had hot coffee, donuts, fruit, sodas, and lots of chocolate candy. What a treat with a warm drink! We sat down in the chairs they brought and chatted about the trail. It's really nice to hear stories from thru hiker alumni and to get advice on the last bits of trail. Thanks so much, BJ and Glenna!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1398.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1398.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />After our unexpected snack, we were powered up for the next few miles. It was really nice, mostly flat terrain, and it was right along a river. At one point, we had to ford through a swamp/bog. Boss was convinced that he could build a bridge of trees across the bog, but it was six inches deep at the shallowest point, so I just took off my shoes and socks. I slowly worked my way through the cold water to the other side, then found out there was a deeper section 15 yards away. I made it across that part (and noticed a bunch of other bare footprints), when I heard a kur-plunk and a splash, then laughter. Boss had slipped on his bridge and stepped into the bog with his shoes on. Whoops! (If he had had the time, I'm sure the bridge project would've worked out just fine...)<br /><br />We hiked on and got to the Horseshoe Canyon Lean-to for one last snack. Then it was more river path walking until we crossed the east branch of the Piscataquis river on a beaver dam. There was a small campsite and a cooler full of cold drinks. More magic! We sat and had a soda, then Hat Trick showed up and did the same. He was going to push on to Monson, 6.5 miles away, but Boss and I decided to camp there and roll into town in the morning. We made a fire and ate dinner, and while we were hanging the bear bag, a beaver was splashing his tail on the river. I saw him swimming around then kur-plunk! I had never seem that happen before. Very neat and bizarre. <br /><br />Lights out before 8pm again. Tomorrow = Monson. Hopefully I'll have cell service so I can upload these blogs. Last town before Katahdin, what!!?!?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1399.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1399.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />(Again on the ankle - I've never seen it look so bad! My finger is on my ankle bone in the photo, but that other bump is a hard, swollen lump of scar tissue, I think. (And yes, I will be losing my pinky toenail.) The ankle hurts a bunch, but it should last another week. Some time off in Monson should help, too. C'mon ankle!)<br />(15.3mi 5st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Campsite%20on%20the%20east%20branch%20of%20the%20Piscataquis%20River&z=10'>Campsite on the east branch of the Piscataquis River</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-87633208710876872162010-09-14T19:37:00.000-04:002010-09-16T14:05:38.120-04:00Day 154: Five MonthsI woke up a few times before the sun came up, but I managed to sleep in until about 6:30 or so. We all thought there'd be breakfast served downstairs at 8am, but it was not the case. There were no river tours scheduled today, so no breakfast. But! One of the nice ladies said we could have coffee for $2 and unlimited muffins and fruit for $2. What a deal! <br /><br />Prophet, Boss, Stryder, Uncas and I feasted on all that while we waited for the 9am shuttle to arrive and take us back to the trail. Red Hat had left early, and we didn't know where Trooper was. The shuttle came right at 9, and it drove us back to the trail head after a brief pit stop at the post office to pick up my resupply box. After a little reorganization, I was back on the trail. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1356.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1356.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />The weather seemed to be holding with complete cloud cover and bits of sun poking through at times. No rain. It was a pleasant hiking temperature, and we made it the five miles to the first shelter without any problems. About ten minutes after we arrived (and right as I was writing in the register "I hope it doesn't rain, but I'm sure that it will... and that will be ok too"), it began to sprinkle. Then it rained. Then it poured! Boss, Stryder and I were thrilled to be under the protection of the shelter. What great timing! We ate an early lunch and waited out the rain clouds. Within 30 minutes, the whole thing was gone and the sun was out. Poor Uncas rolled in a bit wet, but in fine spirits. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1357.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1357.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We left the shelter just after noon and hiked up to Pleasant Pond Mountain (shout out to Kyle in Mount Pleasant!), and got sprinkled on again up top, but it was only for a few minutes. Then the sun broke through again! From then on, it was a wonderful afternoon. <br /><br />The terrain was pretty flat after the mountain, but slippery from the rain. I slipped all over the place, and Boss fell FOUR times! Luckily, no injuries (and Boss doesn't read my blog - hello to his family in Atlanta though!). It's so scary to slip so much when there's so little trail left! I feel slower and slower everyday, and I hope my left ankle makes it. Our bodies only have to make it eight more days or so!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/1358.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/16/s_1358.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Seven or so miles later, we walked over a beaver dam, then got to the shelter. We were glad to end the day. Prophet was there taking a break before moving on, and Stryder and Uncas showed up within the hour. 412 and her son, Scooter, showed up last (he's only ten!), and we all made dinner by the fire that Boss made. It was nice and relaxed, and we went to bed early. <br /><br />Hoping to catch up with Tripper and Wizard in Monson. And maybe Xan and Neutron will catch up soon...? How great would that be to summit with them?! To begin and end on the same days would be pretty amazing... Happy five month anniversary!<br />(14.7mi 10st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Bald%20Mountain%20Brook%20Lean-to&z=10'>Bald Mountain Brook Lean-to</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-35475834983200092562010-09-13T21:04:00.000-04:002010-09-14T08:43:48.230-04:00Day 153: CaratunkI woke up feeling much better - almost 100%. I was so glad. (It is not fun being sick out here, and the giardia paranoia is scary.) The six of us ate breakfast and packed up by the river, then took off at slightly different times. We all only had four miles to go to the Kennebec River.<br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/493.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/s_493.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />After two miles, it started to rain. At least it had held off until after we were packed up and walking. It was a very easy, lovely walk along a stream, but it was wet and increasingly slippery. No worries. We made it to the river where Hill Billy Dave canoed over to fetch us. The Kennebec River is about 100 yards wide, and the ATC funds HB Dave's ferry service to cut down on hikers trying to ford the sometimes dangerous river. He can only take two people in the canoe at a time, so Backwards and Stryder went first. Eight minutes later, Boss and I were signing the waiver, donning life preservers and hopping in. We paddled over and got out, and Dave went back for Uncas and Prophet. Thanks Hill Billy Dave!<br /><br />Boss and I walked up to the road and found a soaking wet Stryder trying to hitch. Backwards had planned on skipping Caratunk, so he hiked on. It was cold, and we were wet. Hitching can be hard enough when a hiker is dry, but three wet hikers in the rain...? It could be tough.<br /><br />Amazingly, the third car to drive by stopped. It was a little car and could only take one person, so Stryder got in. Boss and I were contemplating walking the two miles, but we held out. I couldn't believe it when an SUV pulled over before Uncas and Prophet got up to the road. Yvonne was from Texas, borrowing her cousin's car from Boston, and driving to a small town in Quebec where her grandfather was born - she was on a journey of her own! The car was SO nice and warm, and we were delighted to get a dry ride to the Northern Outdoors Center. Thanks Yvonne! <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/502.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/s_502.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />There was a fire going when we got to the center, and the place seemed great. Red Hat was there, so we said a quick hello before running up to get a warm shower. One long, hot shower later, I was happy and dry, and ready for lunch. We had to wait until noon, so i threw laundry in. Once the clock struck 12:11pm, we (Red Hat, Boss, Uncas, Prophet and I) piled into a table and ordered a feast. Nachos, burgers, chili, beers that were brewed in the basement. Good stuff. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/509.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/s_509.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />The rest of the afternoon was similar to the laziness of Stratton. I think my body just needs it now. A complete break from all activity. It felt so good. Later on, I found Uncas in the hot tub and a few hikers near the fire. We chatted and sang to the jukebox songs until it was time to eat again. We ate dinner and had planned to stay up with a few more beers - maybe watch Monday night football? - but we were all exhausted by 8pm. Ha! With full bellies. We made it up to our beds and collapsed. We thru hikers sure can hike, but we can't much manage late nights anymore. I bet I'll be awake before the sun...<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/510.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/14/s_510.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />(4mi 2st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Northern%20Outdoors,%20Caratunk,%20Maine&z=10'>Northern Outdoors, Caratunk, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-20092263041999370732010-09-12T20:33:00.000-04:002010-09-13T12:17:38.837-04:00Day 152: The Countdown Begins...Woke up early with lots of condensation on the inside of the tent. Huge temperature drop after the sun went down yesterday, and we were by a lake. It got pretty cold last night! <br /><br />The food was already cooking when we got over there just before 7am. Cereal, fruit, bagels, more candy bars, coffee, juice and ham/egg/cheese English muffin sandwiches. It was a great breakfast. Everyone was around the fire eating as much as we could. A few hikers left before 9am, but Boss, Uncas, Prophet and I ended up hanging around until 11am. Then it was time to hike. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1194.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1194.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We said humongous thank you's to the guys and told them we'd never forget them - that may just be our last trail magic of the trip! With full bellies, we left and were glad it was going to be an easy, flat hike all day. There would only be two small bump hills, and they'd be in the first two hours. Boss and I played a little music with his speakers, and we made it up and over the hills. It wasn't raining (yay!) - only a complete cloud cover with cool temps. Soon after Boss got stung by mud wasps on BOTH calves, we got to the next shelter and had a mini lunch break (he is ok). Neither of us was too hungry after the extended breakfast a few hours earlier, but we snacked. Uncas, Rich, and Bloodhound were there, too, and we all watched a crazy chipmunk run around the place. We would throw rocks, and it would chase them, thinking it was food. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1269.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1269.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Back to hiking, and my stomach began to cramp up. Ugh. I haven't had stomach problems the whole trip, so I can't complain, but it sure didn't feel good down there. Luckily, it was an easy day. Of all the 16-mile days to feel sick, this one wasn't bad. I hiked on, thinking that walking might help, but I couldn't walk it off. I ate something, but that didn't seem to help either. I just kept going. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1271.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1271.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />The scenery was pretty boring except for the few times we popped out onto a pond. The ponds are really nice up here. Finally, we made it to Pierce Pond and took the packs off. It was gorgeous on the lake, and there was a tent sight right on the water. Delightful sunset through the clouds during dinner. Backwards, Prophet, Uncas, and Stryder are all here now, and everyone is in their sleeping bags kinda early. The fire has died down, and (luckily) so have my stomach pains. Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow feeling like normal. <br /><br />Only about ten more days.......<br />(15.9mi 3st)<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1272.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1272.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Pierce%20Pond%20Lean-to&z=10'>Pierce Pond Lean-to</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-32646251518078115642010-09-11T22:34:00.000-04:002010-09-13T12:19:47.986-04:00Day 151: A Wonderful DayWoke up relaxed and ready to start the day. Sue said she would drop us off at the Looney Moose for breakfast on her way to Bangor, so we allowed it. We packed up and headed over there. We said farewell and thank you to Sue as she left, and we sat down in a booth and ordered breakfast. After we'd finished, we hitched back to the trail (first car that passed!), and started hiking around 10am. Not too bad for coming outta town with a sit-down breakfast. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1173.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1173.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />As we took a few steps into the woods, we noticed a sign advertising trail magic this weekend. It was 17 miles away, but we'd heard Uncas talking about how good a spread it would be. Could we do 17 miles today...? Leaving at 10am...? We would go for it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1174.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1174.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />Well, there were a few mountains in the way, but it was BEAUTIFUL!!!! Prettiest day we'd seen I'm a while. Sun! The sun was out!!!! We climbed up another Horn mountain and took in great views of the area. Sugarloaf was easy to spot, and you're supposed to be able to see Katahdin, but none of us knew which one it was. I took a guess. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1175.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1175.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />Down the Horn and back up Avery, the unofficial 2000-mile marker. I've walked TWO THOUSAND MILES!!!! Hard the believe or comprehend, but my body is sure starting to feel it. Actually, lately, I've been getting that paranoid feeling similar to the one I felt about two weeks before running the marathon last year. I'm so freaked out that I'm going to get hurt before I can finish! I'm sure I'll be fine, but it is a worry...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1177.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1177.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />Up on Avery, we tool a few photos, then took a few with the 2000 sign before descending into the valley. We only had to get up and over Little Bigelow and then we'd be set for a flat line to trail magic. I had another scary slip/trip but caught myself somehow. I wish I'd stop doing that!<br /><br />Slowly got up onto Bigelow and enjoyed the great view one more time. I hope the weather is this good for the rest of the trip! Boss and I quickened our hungry pace once we were back on flat trail, and right at 7pm, we rolled into the trail magic camp. Hooray! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1178.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1178.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />There were four guys running the show: Hydro (who hopes to complete a thru hike in 2012), Mad Mike (who I met at Trail Days and saw back in Mass at the ice cream shop), Old Faht (who looked kinda like Santa), and Walking Home). These guys were fantastic. Phenomenal. They offered us cheeseburgers as soon as we arrived, and we munched on other food while we waited for the burgers to cook. They had thought of EVERYTHING - perhaps because they'd been doing it for over a decade. A grill, tables, chairs, wood, tarps, and a port-a-potty!!! And so much food. Oh the food... Pasta salad, pbj, corn, candy bars, chips, oreos, beans, sodas, and lots more. We were in heaven. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/1179.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/13/s_1179.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /><br /><br />After chowing down, we set up camp, then joined the group by the fire. Backwards, Prophet, Uncas, Stryder were there, and there were sobo's - Trail Baby and Satellite. Great group, great fire and very good times. We stayed up till the temperature got too cold, then we hit the tents. <br /><br />There will be breakfast in the morning, too. I'm so glad we decided to go for it!<br />(16.7mi 5st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=East%20Flagstaff%20Road&z=10'>East Flagstaff Road</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-29283995196984761952010-09-10T20:04:00.000-04:002010-09-11T08:08:22.768-04:00Day 150: Warm and DryCOLD!!! It was so cold last night and this morning!! I bet it was just under 40 degrees. And it was wet. It's not so bad to deal with wet when it's warm, and it's not so hard to deal with cold when it's dry. But, cold AND wet is tough. So hard to get out of my sleeping bag, but I managed. So hard. Not sure how I did it. And wet clothes again?! Just thinking about it now gives me goosebumps. I will try very hard not to camp in a cloud again. The moisture collected on all the trees and kept dripping all night and continued throughout the morning. Everything is wet. <br /><br />We got moving just after 8am in full rain gear. There was a small climb up to the north peak of Spalding with soaking wet plants hanging all icer the narrow trail, then it was five miles down to the road to Stratton. It was pretty easy trail, but, with the top of my left foot, I managed to kick a hard root that was sticking out. It hurt a lot and made my eyes water up, but no damage. Then later I took another slip/fall which strained my left knee again. Was there something trying to keep me from getting to town?!?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/11/499.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/11/s_499.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />I was fine, just feeling silly for making so many footing mistakes. Boss and I finally made it to the road juuuust when Backwards was getting dropped off. Perfect! We got to say a brief hello to him, and then got a ride into town with Sue, who runs the Stratton Motel! Sometimes the timing works out. We said goodbye to Backwards and jumped in with Sue and her dog, Knucklehead. Got a ride to the motel, which also has a hostel, then got a hot shower, then some down time. The shower felt sooooooooo good!<br /><br />We got lunch over at the White Wolf Inn and resupplied at the small market. It was kinda chilly out. Stratton is a pretty small town, but it had everything we needed We did laundry, hung out, watched tv. It was lazy, and it was GLORIOUS. It felt really nice not to be walking. That's about it! Early to bed. Back to the trail tomorrow!<br />(5.7mi 5st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Stratton,%20Maine&z=10'>Stratton, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-32108453758675454882010-09-10T11:50:00.001-04:002010-09-10T11:50:51.485-04:00Last Chance Mail Drops!So, a few of you said you have packages that never got out the door or met me too late on the trail. Well, there are two more mail drops before I'm done. Wow!!<br /><br /><br />Hold for AT thru hiker Carrie Soults (ETA 9/16/10)<br />Lake Shore House<br />PO Box 215<br />Monson, ME 04464<br /><br /><br />Hold for AT thru hiker Carrie Soults (ETA 9/19/10)<br />Appalachian Trail Lodge and Cafe <br />33 Penobscot Ave. <br />Millinocket, ME 04462<br /><br /><br />After that, I will be staying with Scatters in Rangeley for a few days after the trail. Ibuprofen, massage chairs, and brand new knees can be sent to:<br />Hold for AT thru hiker Carrie Soults (ETA 9/22/10)<br />General Delivery, Rangeley Post Office<br />2517 Main Street<br />Rangeley, Maine 04970<br /><br /><br />Fewer than 200 miles left?!?!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/10/1044.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/10/s_1044.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Stratton,%20Maine&z=10'>Stratton, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-798813585749941092010-09-09T20:17:00.000-04:002010-09-09T20:22:23.891-04:00Day 149: Cold and WetWhen I woke up, it was still sprinkling a bit. Mostly just blowing off the trees, but everything was wet. It was pretty cold, too. The three section hikers (who were AMAZING snorers last night) and Uncas left early, so Boss and I took everything over to the shelter to pack up. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2211.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2211.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />It was lightly raining when we left, and I was bundled up in my jacket and rain pants. It took a while to warm up, but soon I was fine moving around in just shorts and t-shirt again. Hiking was good. We hiked and hiked and caught up with the section hikers sooner than expected. One of them had just taken a faceplant in the mud, but he was ok. We met a guy named "Suicidal" who declared himself the last sobo thru hiker of the season. He was a little crazy and had so many injuries already. I hope he makes it...?<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2214.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2214.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We caught up with Uncas at the next shelter for a late lunch. It was cold and wet, but so nice to be under cover. There was a short 5-minute period of brief sunshine, then it started to rain again. We made hot chocolate then took off, back to the trail. <br /><br />We climbed up almost to the peak of Sugarloaf then down steep down to the river. Lots of very slow, hand-over-hand action, and I took a fall. A funny fall, though. Trying to avoid some mud, I slipped on a root, my foot dove into a thick pile of mush, and I lost my balance. I slowly fell into the bushes until I had taken a seat. No injuries!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2215.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2215.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />It cleared up a bit when we got all the way down, and we got to see a few hills. We took a short break to figure out where we'd aim for the night, and headed up to the first Spalding peak. It was a big ole climb. The first mile wasn't bad (we passed by the campsite), but the next bit was a mile of stairs. The light, cloud rain was back, and all the plants along the trail were saturated with water. The rocks and roots were still slippery. We made it up the the first peak in a cloud and continued on into the saddle. <br /><br />As we descended the first peak, The terrain got flat, and we found a spot for tenting. We set up and changed into dry clothes (ahhh!), ate dinner, and the rain held off. We are definitely in a cloud though. It's gonna be so hard to put those wet clothes back on in the morning!! Fortunately, we plan to stop in Stratton tomorrow, so there should be laundry. I love laundry. <br />(15.8mi 9st)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2217.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2217.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />(PB&J - Boss Style)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Stealth%20Site%20between%20the%20two%20Spalding%20Mountain%20peaks&z=10'>Stealth Site between the two Spalding Mountain peaks</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-80084630602348460152010-09-08T19:17:00.000-04:002010-09-09T19:18:28.216-04:00Day 148: Blazin' SaddlebackI woke up to the smells of french toast. I love when that happens. Boss, Donna and I ate breakfast and then we slowly packed up to get going back to the trail. It had rained last night, but the day looked like it would be a good one. Sun peaking through the clouds and good temperatures. It would be a climb out of the route 4 notch, but it shouldn't be too bad. A short day. <br /><br />On the way to the trail, we saw Sandbagger trying to get a hitch. We gave him a ride and got an update on his foot. A day or so before Gorham, NH, he stepped in between two rocks and stress-fractured his foot. Poor guy. He'd gotten it checked out, but even with pain medication, he could only walk two miles or so before it hurt too much. He was planning to lay low and hang out for a week or so, then hopefully flip flop south from Katahdin. I hope it works out for him. <br /><br />Donna dropped me and Boss off at the trail head, and left shortly after to take Sandbagger to Walmart. We thanked Donna profusely for her generosity and loving care, and we said see-you-later to Bagger and wished him the best with his fracture. Hope to see them both again. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2104.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2104.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Uncas was back at the trail head! We hadn't seen him since Gorham, and we were happy to catch up and hike with him. We hiked up from the road to the Piazza Lean-to (famous for its two-person privy with a cribbage board in between) and had a snack break. The weather had turned colder than it had been in Rangeley, and it had begun to sprinkle. Motivation was lacking in all of us, so we dawdled a bit before beginning the real climb up to Saddleback. <br /><br />Up and up until we were above tree line. The wind was BLOWING and the sprinkles of rain were like bb's up and down the left side of our bodies. Snot was flying everywhere. My bare legs and hands were the color of the roses that grew in my front yard growing up - bright pink. There was a point when I thought about maybe considering the option of perhaps an action other than pressing on. It wasn't quite that bad, but we were both thinking about thinking about it. The wind was strong like when we were descending Madison back in the Whites. You have to lean into it because it will blow you over, but you can't lean into it too hard because as soon as the gust stops, you could fall over. And my pack acts as a sail and gets blown off to the side as well. It's a fun balancing act, walking on rocks atop mountains in 50+ mph gusts with a pack in the rain.<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2105.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2105.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br /> <br /><br />After passing a dozen false summits in the 25-yard visibility fog, we finally hit the real summit and just kept going. We wanted trees and protection! Too bad about the lack of views. On a clear day, one can see Katahdin from here. We climbed down a steep, wet section and I had a few slips. I'm not sure if it was the day off or the two days of hard hiking before the day off or the cold or the almost-2000 miles I've walked, but my knees hurt. This was the first day of the whole trip that I wish I was going uphill instead of down.<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2106.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2106.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />It took a while, but we got some trees - what a difference they make. But then it was right back up into the fog and wind to climb the Horn peak. After another no-stop summit, we began our descent. We got back into a tree-lined section and had a short snack break with advil. We had one more peak to hit before we were done for the day. It was supposed to be an easy day - only 11miles. <br /><br />When we were climbing up Saddleback Jr Mountain, the sun poked through the clouds at little. I saw my shadow. We made it up to the top and got wonderful half-views of the landscape. The clouds were rolling in from the west, but if they weren't too big, we could see out to the east. It was nice. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/2107.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_2107.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Onwards to the shelter. The rain had stopped, so that was good. And it was only three more miles, mostly downhill. I slipped a few more times (without falling), and stressed out my left knee a bit, but I made it. Boss made a fire with the wet wood (impressive), and three section hikers rolled in. It began to rain again while we were making dinner. Ugh. Shortly after finishing up, we went to bed despite the early hour. It was a tough day back on the trail. A good night's sleep will be nice. <br /><br />Happy Birthday Xan!!!<br />(10.7mi 10st)<br /><br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Poplar%20Ridge%20Lean-to%20&z=10'>Poplar Ridge Lean-to </a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-65000813179522331122010-09-07T21:40:00.000-04:002010-09-07T21:46:49.134-04:00Day 147: I Give Up......on trying to catch Scatters. She's still a few days ahead of me, and she's returned to her original plan of summiting on her 30th birthday, September 16. So, she'll be cruising, and it would be too hard to catch her. Bummer. But! She'll get to summit on her birthday, which she kinda wanted all along. Go Scatters!!<br /><br />So, Boss and I will be taking it easy. Maybe we'll meet back up with the Deetz pack and/or Xan and Neutron. Still looking at about the 20th to finish - only 13 days away?!?!?! It's crazy how quickly the end is creeping up. Mount Katahdin is going to be visible from one of the mountains I climb in the next few days. Before I know it, I'm gonna be climbing Katahdin. And then I'll be done?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2447.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2447.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />I woke up to the smell of breakfast food filling up the house. It was amazing, and we all ate together. Breakfast crepes stuffed with eggs and bacon with cheese sauce on top. Fresh fruit, cereal and toast, too. It was great. Soon after breakfast, it was time for the non-zeroing hikers to head back to the trail. Boss and I said goodbye to Tripper, Wizard and On the Loose, and we organized our food bags and popped in a movie while Donna drove them back to the trail. I'm pretty sure we'll see them again in the next few days. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2448.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2448.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We watched Monty Python's Life of Brian until Donna got back. Then we all went into town to run errands. Post office, outfitters, walking around. It was great. Donna gave us a tour of some of the Rangeley hot spots, too. We checked out the Rangeley Inn, the beach, and the viewpoint to Shaw (Doctor's) Island. It was so nice outside for touring. While Donna ran a few errands of her own, Boss and I had lunch at Pine Tree Frosty. I had a lobster roll and Gifford's ice cream - it was gooo-ood. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2449.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2449.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We drove back to the house and laid low. Boss and I took the kayak out in the pond for a bit and chased a few loons around. Afterwards, I caught up on my blog, and Donna got started on dinner. Aunt Margaret came over later, while Boss grilled the London broil, and soon we were eating dinner on the screen porch. More awesome food! Steak, roast potatoes, peas, bread, salad, yum. Great conversation while the sun went down across the pond. <br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2450.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2450.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />What a great day.<br />Life is good.<br />Back to the trail tomorrow!<br />(0)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2451.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2451.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Rangeley,%20Maine&z=10'>Rangeley, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-77287678650031660492010-09-06T21:59:00.000-04:002010-09-07T17:28:44.380-04:00Day 146: Labor Day?Woke up late. Man, it was cold. I stayed in my sleeping bag later than normal, and I stayed in my warmer clothes and ate breakfast until right before we left. Quicklybackintomywethikingclothes then we were off at a quick pace to warm up at 9:30am. Ten minutes later, we stripped off our hats and jackets and were fine in shorts and t-shirts. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1993.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1993.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We winded through the last Bemis peak (there were, like, TEN of them) and slowly descended down the north side. We ran into two really nice day-hikers named Kim and Kevin from Massachusetts and talked to them for a few minutes about all things AT before the steep climb up to route 17. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1996.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1996.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />What a beautiful day!!! There was a bench on the side of the road that was perfect for lunch. We sat, ate, and stared off into the amazing landscape before us. Heaps of poofy clouds, bright sun, beautiful lake. It was really nice. Our plan for the day was to make it to within a few miles of route 4 (the road to Rangeley) and to get picked up by Scatters' mom, Donna, in the morning. She would be dropping off Tripper, Wizard, and On The Loose in the morning - they'd stayed last night and were slack-packing today - so she could take us back. <br /><br />Soon after we began to hike after lunch, Boss and I realized that we could probably make it all the way to route 4 by 5:30pm today. We would have to hurry a bit, but the terrain wouldn't be too bad. We'd already called Donna to make arrangements for the morning, but perhaps a change-of-plans call was needed...? We made the call and committed to making it to the road by 5:30. We left route 17 at 12:45pm. It was 13 miles to route 4. We had just under five hours to get 13 miles. Mission go. <br /><br />We pushed it, and most of the afternoon was a bit of a blur. It's amazing how the promise of a bed, shower, dinner and seeing friends can light a hiker's fire. It was another beautiful day, and the temperatures were cool. Great hiking weather. Conditions were perfect. <br /><br />After avoiding TONS of moose poo piles all over the trail (but no moose?!), we took a quick break at the Sabbath Day Lean-to to treat some water and keep going. I definitely would like to try to get back to that little spot one day. There was a small beach into the pond, and the area was gorgeous. If it had been hot and if there was tons if time, it would've been so nice to go for a swim!<br /><br />We hiked on and were making good time. There were a few bumps (that burned my legs badly!), but the terrain was mostly downhill. A few steep sections, but most of the trail allowed us to keep a quick stride. The mud slowed us down at a few spots, too, and we both got a few wet steps, but we kept flying. We ran into Parachute and Bond and their two dogs a few miles before the road. Hadn't seen them in a while. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1998.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1998.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Down down downhill, then we hit the road. And there were three hikers waiting for a ride from Donna - Tripper, Wizard, and On the Loose! Hey guys!! I hadn't seen them since before I left the trail for the wedding. We caught up a bit before Donna drove up, packed us in the Jeep, and took us grocery shopping. Nice to finally meet Scatters' mom.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1999.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1999.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We drove up to the house on the lake, and it was beautiful. What a wonderful getaway spot! All the hikers got cleaned up and threw laundry in, while Donna finished up dinner. Her friends Bob, Joann and Aunt Margaret arrived when the appetizers were served, and we all chatted about how good dinner smelled. When it was served, it was amazing. Apricot/prune stuffed pork tenderloin, green beans, spinach/artichoke quiche, rice, bread, salad, wine, and great conversation about things OTHER than the trail. It was delicious and a lot of fun. Donna sure knows how to entertain and how to wow her guests!!<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/2000.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_2000.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />After a group clean-up session, dessert was served, and it was delicious as well! Aunt Margaret made a strawberry pie and a strawberry/rhubarb pie, and there was strawberry Gifford's ice cream to go with it. Yuuuuum! So stuffed. <br /><br />The five hikers were exhausted by 9:15, and we couldn't help but head to bed. This place is amazing, and I can't wait to enjoy a zero here tomorrow. Boss and I definitely deserve some time off after pushing to get here a half day early. I just wish Scatters was here to hang out!<br />(17.7mi 8st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Rangeley,%20Maine&z=10'>Rangeley, Maine</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692896277086351278.post-86403685156268329672010-09-05T23:02:00.000-04:002010-09-07T16:14:45.332-04:00Day 145: Maine Angels<br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1660.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1660.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />Beautiful sunrise. Stunning. And it was right out the opening of my tent. Boss saw it, too, and we both went back to sleep for a bit after a few comments on nature's never-ending beauty. An hour or so later, we were hiking over to the road. The dead road. Oh geez. This could be a difficult hitch. Not only was it 8 miles into Andover, but we forgot that it was Sunday, so the early hitch idea may not have been the best. It was just before 8am, and we got ready to wait. <br /><br />After maybe two minutes, a van in the trail head lot turned on and off, and a little lady popped out. I went to talk to her, and she said her name was Pat and that she'd be happy to take us into Andover. Joy! Pat was supporting her brother, who she had only just dropped off at the trail, and was happy to help out whatever hikers passed her way. We couldn't have been happier. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1662.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1662.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='left' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We drove into town and talked about New Mexico, where she's from, and when we got to the general store, we all popped out and had a shop. The pickings weren't perfect got hikers, but Boss and I were able to find that we needed for the next few days. And since Pat insisted that we take our time and get breakfast, we did. Bacon, egg, cheese sandwich and chocolate milk. Soon, we were back on the road to the trail head. <br /><br />After we pulled over, Pat pulled out a few chairs for us to sit in while we organized our food. We chit chatted some more before it was time to hike again. What a nice lady! We said many many thanks to Pat and took off up the mountain. It was only just past 9am. Such a lucky strike running into a trail angel like Pat! Thank you, Pat!!<br /><br />It was a bit of a steep climb up (as they are), but we made it up and over Wyman mountain to the Hall Lean-to by 11:30 and had lunch. HD mama was there! As well as a couple from Tennessee. We all talked about the weather and the trail before leaving at different times and getting very chilled. It was pretty cold today. Maybe 60 degrees when the wind wasn't blowing...?<br /><br />We hiked downhill for a while before heading up to Moody Mountain. A tough, steep climb where part of it had been re-routed due to a washout earlier in the season. A bunch of the trail had washed away with the rain!? The trail we walked was definitely new, but it worked, and it was steep. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/1665.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_1665.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' align='right' style='margin:5px'></a><br />We hiked down Moody to the road and met Old Man River and Temporary (his wife, who he introduced as "my wife is Temporary" - ha!). They had burgers grilling and offered us lunch. Heck yeah!! OMR has hiked a bunch of the AT, and Temporary has hiked bits and pieces with him at times. Boss and I chatted with them as we ate delicious burgers, chips and drank Cokes. We hadn't had much trail magic in a while and today we'd been hit twice. Would there be free massages at the shelter tonight?!?!<br /><br />Sadly, we had to leave them, but our bellies were full and happy. We couldn't thank then enough for their generosity, timing and location (and Boss and I both cannot wait to bring our own trail magic to the trail one day, next season). Thanks Old Man River and Temporary!!<br /><br />The long climb up to Old Blue Mountain was brutal, especially after such a hearty snack. It was slow, and there were a few false summits, but soon after we met sobo Will and his dog Ada, it began to sprinkle and we finally summited while it rained. There was still quite bit of mud from the heavy Earl rain, and all the roots and rocks on the trail were slippery. After this mountain, we only had six more miles of rolling hills before we finished our long day. Still trying to catch you, Scatters!!<br /><br />So, the next six miles were slow, and the rain was on-again/off-again. It was cold if you stopped for more than three minutes, and my legs were tired. My brain seemed pretty slow, too. Perhaps this 20-mile day was a bit ambitious??<br /><br />We pulled it off and rolled into the shelter just after 7pm. Only Saint (nobo) is here now. There was plenty of time to set up before dark, however, dinner was with headlamps. It is cold!! Glad to be all snuggled up in my sleeping bag, but my fingers are freezing from blogging! <br /><br />Time. For. Bed. <br /><br />Happy Birthday, One Life!!!<br />(19.6mi 9st)<br /><br /><br />-- Posted from the trail...<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Bemis%20Mountain%20Lean-to&z=10'>Bemis Mountain Lean-to</a></p>Stucco (Carrie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08900656595787401333noreply@blogger.com0