Southern Maine is kicking our butts, but we have arrived! The fog is still resting in the Mahoosuc Mountains…especially around water like this pond.However, after a really steep climb up to Mt. Success (the last mountain of New Hampshire), the fog broke and gave me and my new friend Grey Squirrel a nice view.Poor Grey Squirrel fell in the shower a few days ago and is having a hard time-please pray for his speedy recovery! It’s town that’s dangerous for us wilderness dwellers…
And finally, the Maine event-we crossed the border!!!I sat for a few hours by this sign to congratulate NOBOs crossing into their last state and offer a space to talk about what the trail has given them and what they still need from their journey. Only 270ish miles to the finish line. More Maine adventures tomorrow!
Today was the last official day in the Whites and I’m pretty ready to move on. A cold front brought not only more rain, but a dense fog over the mountains today. No views over the Carter Moriah range today…
When I got down to the road into Gorham, my day got quite a bit more exciting as I was able to reconnect with Ms. Janet, Half Slow, and some other hikers I haven’t seen in awhile. A parking lot party!One of the local trail angels was also able to whisk me into Gorham to deal with my broken trekking pole. A new one is on its way to Andover!
Heading out of Gorham, I passed an odd landmark-a dam!Notice all of the water that has been falling on hikers recently.
Tonight I’m at a campsite with NOBOs, SOBOs, and a bunch of doctors who I’ve enjoyed interacting with. For those interested in where the heck I sleep, check out my tarp pitch for the night…rain, you can’t get me!Tomorrow, we’ll be in Maine-so close!!
Wow, this terrain keeps making things interesting! The trail has no switchbacks and the rain keeps things slippery. I got a late start today because I had to spend some time dealing with life outside of hiking (transcripts, housing deposits, etc.), but really wanted to catch up to the girl gang that I met a few days ago. So up and over the Wildcats I went!
The Wildcats are a range of mountains with 4-5 really steep peaks to climb up and over, but they also provide great views of Mt. Washington! Too bad it didn’t look like this a few days ago…
As the miles crept by, I ran into some challenges…namely two pretty bloody falls. One was a face plant onto a wooden bog bridge that tore up my legs and arms, and the second was a slide down a rocky ledge that snapped my trekking pole in half. No worries, all bones still intact!
Check out this view of the last AMC hut–this is after a mere .4 miles of climbing away from it.Sunset was beautiful, but I did end up hiking into the campsite in the dark. Glad to have caught up with my friends!
After sleeping in and thanking God we weren’t in the path of the tree that fell beside our campsite last night (the wind was wicked), it was time to go into Gorham.
After an easy walk into Pinkham Notch, we started refueling with soup and homemade bread at the AMC-run visitors center.After dropping our packs off, it was off to an establishment I’ve been looking forward to since Harpers Ferry: Chinese Dynasty Buffet. For $7.25, we cleared 4 heaping plates each.This afternoon was a relaxing one spent outside reorganizing our packs and planning for Maine. Can’t believe the flip of the flip flop is almost over!
We sadly had to say goodbye to Esther, but got a commemorative photo of the trail family from the last few days. Thanks to Andre for picking her up!
This morning, Hard Hat, my friend Esther (now known as Rudolf), and I set off for the next section of the Whites. But first, we paid a visit to the local Dunkin Donuts.I did warn Esther when she asked to join me this week that she was embarking on arguably the hardest 50 miles of the entire AT. She was up for the challenge, and I am always glad to have some company on my hike.
The first climb of the day was a healthy 3000 ft climb up to Franconia Ridge, a beautiful ridge line all above the trees. At the peak of Mt. Lafayette, the highest mountain on the ridge, I officially reached the 800 mile mark. It’s crazy to think I’m getting pretty close to 1000 miles of ministry!
Later in the day, we came over Mt. Garfield and found a great view of Franconia that we had just walked across.The end of the day did not come without some added excitement when Esther took a pretty good fall. However, she insisted on moving on even with a pretty good gash. What a brave chick!
For the Whites, today was a huge day. But I needed to make it to Lincoln to meet one of my dearest friends, Esther. So off Hard Hat and I went at the break of dawn.
Before 7 am, I had already descended 2000 ft in 1.5 miles down a cascading waterfall. Treachery in the morning? Bring it on!After running into Ms. Janet and Half Slow in the parking lot at the bottom of the waterfall, it was off for 16 more miles of slow-going White Mtn terrain. For the second day in a row, I stepped knee deep in a bog before 9 am. It’s becoming a tradition.
After a crazy steep climb up and over the two Kinsman’s, I can safely say I’ve checked off my 4th 4K peak in New England.The final attraction of the day when my body was already quite weary was Lonesome Lake Hut where I almost crashed. However, there were both friends and tacos waiting in Lincoln, so off I went down the mountain once more. That ridge in the background is where we’re headed tomorrow–gonna be a blast!
Finally, enjoy this picture of the tree line on Moosilauke provided by Hard Hat.