Day 76: 800 mile moose edition 


My alarm went off at 5:15. As I stuffed my sleeping bag into the bottom of my pack, what fell on the ground? My pocket knife! I had a vague memory of throwing the knife into my tent and seeing it land in the hood of my sleeping bag, but I couldn’t remember when or why I had done it. I’d gotten superstitious about having lost it, thinking it was somehow a bad omen for the whites. Finding it made me irrationally comforted. I finished packing up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. I gave the French man gruff answers to questions I didn’t feel like answering and attempted to eat in silence. I felt anxious and uninterested in small talk, especially at 545 in the morning. Walden and floater were up and moving around, which I hadn’t expected. I left before them, fully expecting them to pass me somewhere on the climb to moosilauke. I brought my pack outside and gave cosmo a quick hello. As I put my pack on, I leaned forward to seat my hip belt properly on my waist. This makes me look at my feet every time, which is how I noticed that I wasn’t wearing my gaitors. I’d left them hanging on a clothesline upstairs in the bunk room. That would have been a sad and annoying oversight because my shoes catch debris like velcro without the gaitors and I’ve become really attached to them, as with everything in my pack. 

After one more check to make sure I hadn’t managed to forget anything else, I headed back to the trail to deal with the stream crossing. It’s a stream that requires fording, which I wasn’t looking forward to, but the detour to avoid it requires over a mile of road walking. No thank you. My shoes felt especially plush because I snagged flip phone’s brand new altra insoles from the hiker box, but I still had no desire to pound the pavement first thing in the morning. 
I walked to the trail with a view of the rocks on owls head in the distance. At the trail intersection I took a right and was met with this view: 


I took my shoes and socks off and crept across the stream in shin deep water. Thankfully the bottom consisted of mostly smooth pebbles. The water actually felt like a refreshing ice bath for my feet. I sat on the other side of the stream and dried my feet with my multi-purpose hand towel. One obstacle down, one giant mountain to go. 
I continued into the woods, catching spider webs with my face. Wet leaves brushed against my elbows and calves as I tried to breathe through the anxiety of descending Moosilauke. After about a mile, the trail dumped me onto a forest road that led me to a paved road where I walked the shoulder for about a quarter of a mile. A nice breeze accompanied the sunny blue skies making for great hiking weather. I reasoned that my slow pace would give the rocks on the other side of the mountain even longer to dry out from the bit of rain we had yesterday. 


I came to a split in the trail with a sign saying “moosilauke summit 3.7 miles.” My stomach dropped and I said aloud “okay here we go.” For whatever reason, my mind went to the scene in tri-wizard tournament where harry is in the cemetery with Voldemort and apparitions of his loved ones emerge while Harry fends off the spells from Voldemort’s wand. I reflexively started imagining comforting people from my life walking around me as the trail climbed. I felt a jumble of emotions because those people are all far away, which made me lonely, but imagining them on the trail made me feel safe and stronger. Enter the crying. But it’s hard to hike uphill and breathe while crying so it didn’t last long. 


The grade of the trail got progressively steeper, but the footing was much easier than I’d imagined. I could take manageable steps on the rocks and the rooty sections were brief. I made it to the south peak junction surprised at how fast and non-technical the climb had been. Having said that, I had no desire to walk the extra 0.1 miles to see the view from the south peak. Instead I sat down on long flat rock to my breath and eat a snack. 

The trail between the two peaks was flat and sandy at first, which was a nice break from watching every single step on the way up. The trail became rockier as it edged above tree line, and I got a full view of the northern peak and the surrounding mountains. My right knee felt achy and my IT band had the pre-flare tightness that concerned me. Definitely something to pay attention to because if it flares up for real, it will be torture on the long descents in my future. 


Seeing the peak out in front of me felt so different from the myopic view of the rocky, green tunnel I’ve been in for so many miles/days. The shapes of people walking along the trail shed some perspective on the distance between me and the summit. the wind picked up as the trees grew smaller and I had to add my wool layer. The wind at the summit made it hard to keep my balance as I walked over to the sign I’ve seen so many times on social media. I took a picture even though it was kind of backlit. 


As I stood there, floater came walking up the trail with her hat pulled low and her head down to fend off the wind. I thought for sure she would have passed me sooner, but she left about an hour after I did. We took pictures of each other with the sign. I had to turn my hat backwards as soon as I got above tree line because I was worried the wind would steal it. 


We took shelter in one of the rocky wind blocks that sit on the summit (thank you to whoever constructed those). It was significantly warmer out of the wind, but I put on my raincoat for another layer anyway because I’d gotten so sweaty on the walk up. As floater and I sat ogling all the cute day hiker dogs and eating snacks, mantis and that guy arrived, followed shortly by Walden. We all sat in the wind block and hung out for about 40 minutes. I was in no hurry to head down the mountain and the company felt easy. Here’s that guy drinking a coke that he packed out from the hostel and felt overjoyed to drink at the summit. We hikers are easy to please sometimes. 

Here are a few more views from the summit: 


Around 11, I felt like it would be wise to get moving, so I made the first moves to leave the summit. Floater immediately pulled ahead and when we got to tree line she was out of sight. I ended up leap frogging with Walden for a bit until our paces lined up and we spent the rest of the day together. The descent started out mildly enough, which is to say it involved steep rocks that could be navigated with relative ease. The trail eventually got steeper and the steps larger. My knees started to protest and the distance left to cover felt endless. Walden and I agreed that lunch at the shelter was required to be able to make it all the way down the mountain. Here’s the view from the shelter:  


A few day hikers filtered in and out as we ate. Walden cooked grits and an egg, which I felt envious of. A pair of teachers talked to us as we ate. I had hoped one of them would share her giant bag of chocolate, but instead she offered us toilet paper, which we both declined. Then we continued the long walk down the mountain. There were times when I felt like I was practically standing on my head, but the steps along the boulders were not as treacherous as they looked in the pictures halfway sent. He’s about a day ahead of me and warned me about the time and effort it took him to get down the mountain. 


We eventually reached the point where the waterfall runs adjacent to the stream. I can see how the trail would become impassable on rainy days because the waterfall is literally inches from the trail at certain points. The focus and potential for danger made for an exhausting trip down. 


At one point in the last half mile, Walden looked over a rocky ledge and gave a sardonic laugh. I said “does it get worse??” and she nodded. We had to go down the side of a boulder where the rebar handhold had pulled away from the rock. 


I think this was the same point at which I tossed my poles down and one of them went skittering over the side of the trail. Thankfully it was easy enough to reach. Walden retrieved it for me as I inched my way down the boulder. 

We finally reached a point where the trail evened out to a more gradual descent. The camping options at this point were super awkward. It was only about 230 in the afternoon, but the next shelter was about 7.5 miles away on the other side of mount wolf. I felt tired but relatively okay after the trek down moosilauke, and I didn’t want to hang out in a parking lot for hours in order to be able to stealth camp at the spots available by the streams. I sat at the picnic table in the parking area and ate a snack while I weighed my options. Walden continued on, with the loose intention of heading to the shelter. I sent a couple of triumphant texts to celebrate being done with the mountain that had given me so much angst. Then I decided to keep going. 

The trail crossed the road that runs through kinsman notch where I got another view of moosilauke. Then came a very steep climb up from the road. I ran into Walden sitting on a rock taking a break. We quickly figured out that I’m faster on the hills, so I pulled ahead as we made our way up what I had expected to be a manageable mountain. Silly me. We ran into an older couple eating snacks on a rock in the middle of the trail. They asked how we were and I told them I was daydreaming about popsicles as the sweat streamed down my face. 

The trail eventually “flattened” out to a neverending series of boulders that made for incredibly slow going and required just as much care and focus as descending moosilauke. The miles crept by as the hour grew later and later. Stealth spots were few and far between, and I didn’t really have enough water to stop short of the shelter. I also stubbornly wanted to make it all the way there so I could stay in line with floater and company. 

I felt grateful to have good company for such a long day. Walden and I talked on and off as we walked into the evening. She has a dry sense of humor that resulted in much laughing while I cursed the bogs and the boulders and diminishing daylight. During one of my obsessive mileage checks, I realized that I had crossed my 800 mile mark. I rushed through making a mediocre sign with bits of nearby fern. I felt unsatisfied with it but too exhausted to make it better. I got back in front for the short climb ahead of us. As we walked, I noticed an abundance of tiny pine cones that seemed like much better material for my mile marker, so I stopped and redid it even though I felt ridiculous. 
The light began to slant as the sun went down to our left. Walden commented on how she likes to hike at that hour because of the light. I agreed that it was beautiful, but I would much rather have been enjoying it while eating dinner at the campsite. I felt a hunger meltdown on the way, and I couldn’t picture how I would have enough energy to cook food when we got to camp after 8pm. I finally gave up on cooking and decided to eat cold food, which helped with the sense of urgency, but there would still be a host of things to do when we arrived. 

The light to our left slowly went from golden to blazing orange, and a new sense of urgency took over. Sunset. A set of powerlines were about a half mile away, and I pictured us getting there right in time to see the sun drop below the mountains. I picked up the pace as best I could, but when we got to the powerlines, we had dropped just enough in elevation for the sun to be out of sight. I felt crestfallen, but tried to appreciate the beauty in the sky that was actually visible. As I turned to look towards the eastern horizon, I noticed a pair of legs at the edge of the trail. I thought to myself, that’s a funny looking deer. The thick, scruffy fur was a golden auburn color and the proportions seemed odd. I stopped in my tracks and followed the line of the animal’s body. A little head poked up above the brush and I came face to face with a moose! A juvenile moose to be more specific, munching away on its evening salad. Walden stood a little higher than me on a rock to get a good look, and I scanned the area for signs of a mama moose. I didn’t see one, but then Walden said she saw a darker, bigger moose. As I craned my neck to try to see this other moose, the young one started to make a mewing noise. We both decided it was high time to keep moving because that sounded like a worried call, which meant a protective parent would likely follow. 


I took a quick picture of the horizon, and we booked it across the power lines back into the dark woods. As we walked we remarked on the incredible sighting. A moose! Technically two, but I didn’t actually see the second one. I could just hear it moving around in the brush. I’ve been hoping to see one since I realized I was walking past their giant piles of poo in Vermont. It was an incredible fringe benefit to hiking wayyyy to late into the day. 

Shortly before the shelter, we came to a water source where I filled my sawyer bag to get it out of the way. We finally hit the turn off as the light faded. We had to take our headlamps out to survey the campsite for tenting spots. Nearly everyone was in their tents already, and I felt inconsolably tired and hungry. We picked out two mediocre spots in front of the shelter. I hoped for a dry night as I pitched my tent with little care for anything but keeping it upright. Then I grabbed my food bag and bug spray and sat at the bear box in the center of camp and ate what I hoped amounted to a decent number of calories. It’s so hard to stop eating when I get to that point of hunger, and I didn’t have the energy to try to count the calories. I brushed my teeth without getting up. Walden tried to talk a bit, but I felt self conscious about being loud while everyone slept and I had lost all ability to be human so I had trouble engaging. Then I tossed my food bag in the bear box, peed a little away from my tent and crawled inside to push through the rest of my bed setup. I felt grimy and exhausted and amazed that we had actually made it. I’m finishing this to the sound of a loud brook to my right, and what I think is floater in her tent snoring. My legs are aching. I hope my knees can make it through the whites. No more 17 mile days for me if I can help it. 

Mile 1791.1 to mile 1807.9 (16.8) 

Total miles: 804.7 

Creature feature: the mooose! 

Day 75: staying put edition 


Felt plagued by mosquitoes as I tried to fall asleep last night, but they trailed off and weren’t as bad as I expected. Woke up around 515 and saw legs hanging over the edge of the top bunk. The guy who declined a shower (and really shouldn’t have) gathered his things and left. I woke up for good around 615. Decided not to force sleeping later so I can take advantage of the less crowded hostel to hog the internet (as you can see from the many posts I published today). 

Much of the morning was spent laying on my bunk or sitting on the floor next to the power strip editing and trying not to simultaneously freak out about moosilauke. I organized my food and weighed the bag just for curiosity’s sake. Came out to the usual 10ish pounds. I think switching to peanut butter wraps has at the very least freed up some room in the bag and possibly even weight. 

I eventually resurfaced downstairs to find a woman that I’d seen at mountain meadows lodge when I went back for my visit with megan. Her name is floater and we had lunch together out front. She laughs easily and we shared stories as we ate our respective wraps. She’s a NOBO so I asked her about the places she liked down south. We commiserated on the difficulty and futility of planning the whites. We also talked about hiking alone and the disappointment of meeting cool people only to be separated after a short time. She started with her college roommate who got hurt somewhere in VA. She’s been moving in and out of hiker clumps as well. 

A few new hikers filtered in and out of the hostel. Some just to pick up mail drops and take a long break and some in for the night. I went back upstairs to organize more stuff and push through a couple more days of editing even though my attention span had waned long before lunch. 

The weather ranged from overcast to blue skies until about 430 when it started raining. Of course. Because my intention was to hike the mile to the shelter up the road and save money on another night in the hostel. Around 5, people went to pick up their deli orders, which I abstained from mostly to lighten my food bag and partially to cut some costs. I boiled water and ate my lentil chili while watching oceans 11 in the main room with some of the other hikers. The rest of the people filtered in around 530 with their sandwiches and French fries. I consoled myself by eating a small bag of doritos and an ice cream sandwich, which made me feel a little sick. The emotional rollercoaster of yesterday continues today. I feel cagey and anxious, but also tired and uninterested in hiking in the rain. 

As my food cooked, I called the hostel I’m thinking of staying at towards the end of the whites. I wanted to know how people make reservations when cell service is so dicey and there’s no way to tell when you will be where because of all the unpredictable variables. The woman from the hostel was helpful and said to try calling from a mountaintop when I’m about 2 days away. When she asked my trail name, I said “checklist” and she laughed. “well of course it is,” she replied. I laughed as she poked fun at me and told her I’d written everything she said down. Like a nerd. 

After stalling and getting validation from my steady, the answer is: I’m staying here for the night because I have good company and that’s part of what I need right now. I watched my first movie in two months and saw the sunset while I brushed my teeth. 


Now it’s time for sleep so I can hang out with a 4000 foot mountain tomorrow. 

Miles: 0

Total miles: 787.9 

Creature feature: just a bunch of hikers today. 

Day 74: minor breakdown edition


Had a mediocre night of sleep because I couldn’t regulate my temperature very well. I woke up sweating and slimy but wary of opening my sleeping bag for fear of mosquitoes even though they’d been  surprisingly absent the night before. I finally couldn’t take it so i unzipped my bag and laid both of my legs out. But I’d been sweating so much that I was of course cold because my clothes were wet. Back-and-forth and back-and-forth. 

I heard people stirring around 515 and decided to get up as well. I want to get to the hostel at a decent time in case they’re full because the weather is supposed to be crappy tomorrow. I’m guessing I will catch halfway there because it’s a logical place for him to stop, but we will see if I know him well enough. My legs were very sore and throbbing when I went to sleep but they’re less sore this morning. I gave my feet and calves a massage before I got up to grab my shorts from their hook. Then I made the stupid trudge up to the privy and took care of some things. Grabbed my food bag, which I’m always amazed is still there, and gave pretzel her snacks that she had forgotten to put her own bag before banging it last night. She and influx made fun of me during breakfast in a good-natured way, as far as I can tell. Ah the comforts of being mocked. 

Our morning started with bouldering and climbing up Mt Cube to get to a view of smarts (top picture) where I stood at 3 PM yesterday. It felt good to see the physical progress from one mountain to the next. Then came a painful and extended downhill to get off the mountain. My pace slowed to a literal crawl, which is frustrating, but that’s as fast as I can go especially when my feet and knees are kind of sore and the footing is treacherous between the roots, the silt, and the sometimes slippery boulders. It eventually flattened out a bit and became more reasonable. I got a text from Lewis & Clark mid morning that said they had some things come up and have gotten off trail as of yesterday. I’m dying to ask what came up, but I assume if she had been willing to share, she would have done it upfront.

At some point on the descent, I put on my music and I could tell instantly that my attention was off of the pain in my body and how many miles I had left to go. I don’t want to drown out the messages I’m getting from my body, but it’s nice to take advantage of the experience of time moving quickly. I do regret that I can’t hear quite as many of the noises around me, but for now I’m going to keep doing it.

I took a break at a beautiful little stream that had a nice wading pool that I didn’t take advantage of. I decided to get water at the next stream because I didn’t really need it yet and I could save myself a half mile of  carrying it. The next stream was thankfully just as clear, but it didn’t have as many good places to sit, so I’m glad I took a break at the other one. I filled my two bottles and moved on. There was a relieving bit of an uphill, which was nice for my Achilles tendon’s to get a break from going down. 

After a little while I came to this stream crossing that I assume has been made much worse by recent storms. About 15 yards to my left was a much more reasonable crossing. A few minutes after that, I came to the road crossing for 25A, not to be confused with route 25, which is like 10 miles down the trail. 


There was some serious water damage to the road. Then came a flatter, less rocky section. The dirt in New Hampshire is very confusing. There are times when I’m walking on gray silt. Am I at the beach? Am I on a mountain? I just can’t tell.

It was was so humid and the mosquitoes were out in full force. I could feel them bounce off my legs whenever I stopped for more than 10 seconds. My super toxic stuff keeps them at bay for the most part, but they always seem to find some little patch that I’ve managed to miss though, like the skin between my fingers or through my shirt such as the itchy spot I now have next to my belly button. I guess it’s better to be itchy from a bug bite than chafing, but come on. Enough with the biting me THROUGH MY SHIRT. 

The trail came to a road crossing next to camp moosilauke. I turned right and walked down the road a few hundred yards past high water warnings from the other day’s storms. A yellow warbler of some sort crossed the road there as a big dump truck drove by. The trail then turned left back into the woods into a very soggy aggravating little patch to cross. The roots and mud continued, and I wondered if this was the supposed to the “easy walking” I was told to expect. It felt pretty hard to me, and I started to get frustrated by my experience. How do I find this so difficult when other people say it’s easy? That thought vexed me all afternoon and contributed to what felt like an exhausting and shitty day. At some point when I had a weak signal, I got a text from halfway saying he had just finished the descent from moosilauke and was at a hotel for the night. I felt crestfallen that he was still ahead and would not be at the hikers welcome hostel later. I had thoughts of quitting on and off over the next few hours. The frustration became even more entrenched as I passed 6 more people who all told me I had good miles coming up. I guess if you’re not scrambling across a boulder the hiking is considered easy in New Hampshire? I don’t know, but I felt so weak and cranky. 

Somewhere near ore hill campsite, I ran into a SOBO named Moose who looks like a linebacker with wire rimmed glasses and a camouflage boonie hat. He told me that the omelet guy isn’t there because he’s on a trip to Pennsylvania or something. I had only heard about the omelet guy yesterday, so my hopes were not exactly dashed, but I’m still sad to miss another trail establishment. Here’s the setup for the infamous omelet guy who apparently cooks food for hikers as they pass through: 


I asked moose what he regretted or would have done differently about the whites and he said he would have slowed down. Either to catch better weather or to just enjoy the views more. He rushed through to get the miles out of he way. After moose and I parted ways, I had to pick around several giant mud pits. My foot slipped the edge of one and I submerged my entire shoe in muddy water. Needless to say there was some yelling.

The trail was a dim, muddy shit hole for awhile. Then it opened up to a bright pine forest. I thought about stopping for lunch there because there was light and breathing room, but it was early and I didn’t want to eat at the bottom of the climb. I kept going through slightly less muddy but root filled annoying stuff until I got to a place where there was a decent rock a couple yards off the trail. I sat and made my wrap and hoped the periodic crashing that I heard behind me was squirrels and not a bear approaching. I saw two southbound people that I happened to see yesterday on top of smarts mountain. They stopped to talk to me for a minute. I told them what hike I was doing and they told me they’re section hikers shuttling themselves and hiking between roads. They’re likely to just backpack through the white because the road access is far more limited and time-consuming. They, too, said I had some nice walking ahead. They moved on and I slowly packed up to begin hiking again. 

As I hiked, I wondered if I would see influx and pretzel again or if they would head on to the shelter before I get to the hostel. The trail was actually nice for about 20 minutes and then turned into a mud bog again. There was a long descent past a pond that I did not bother walking down a side trail to see. The trail was rocky and horrible and my knees were getting increasingly achy, which made me anxious for the incredibly steep descent from Moosilauke that everyone keeps talking about. I could not wait for my day to end. I had little to no signal all day and felt lonely and cranky. 
I finally made it to the route 25 road crossing around 430. The cooler of trail magic that I had been told about by a SOBO named grandpa was indeed there. I grabbed a Gatorade and sat on the cooler eating cinnamon graham crackers. Then I made the .3 mile road walk down to the hostel. Influx and pretzel were organizing their food out front at a picnic table. It felt good to see them. They’re staying the night to see how the weather is tomorrow. We shared laundry and hung out a bit. First, I sat and bitched about the trail, which no one else seemed bothered by. Influx laughed and said he would really like to see me go off on a rant. 
Hikers welcome hostel is a modest but cool operation. The plumbing is all outdoors, with a shower stall, a washing machine and communal sink, and a toilet stall out behind the main building. There’s also a covered picnic table area and a second bunkhouse that is much newer and nicer than the main building. I didn’t have the energy to look around so I took a bottom bunk in the main building. Then I proceeded to sit like a zombie outside socializing and being generally exhausted. I eventually had a very satisfying shower and put on this sweet loaner shirt: 


The rest of the night is kind of a blur. I didn’t do much writing (I’m finishing this the next day as people watch a movie downstairs). My anxiety about the whites vacillates between manageable and crippling. But people do it. All the time. Now I should stop staring at this idiot box and figure it whether I’m going to walk into the woods to save $25 or if I’m going to stay here for the night because it just started raining. This will probably be the last blog for awhile. For real this time. 
Mile 1776.3 to mile 1791.1 (14.8)
Total miles: 787.9 
Creature feature: nothing but me and my cranky self. 

Day 73: up with some more up edition 


Slept pretty well last night and woke up to the sound of my alarm at 4:45. I nearly turned over and went back to sleep, but the prospect of sunrise was too irresistible. I also figured I could get an early start just in case I wanted to do the longer option for today. I went down to the shelter, put my feet up against the outside wall and watched the beginning of a mediocre sunrise while laying down. I decided to score some not so private time at the privy before everyone woke up. I grabbed my food bag while I was down there and came back up to find influx (his name is actually 2 words but it’s confusing so I’m leaving it as one) sitting in the shelter about to eat his breakfast. We talked and shared long gaps of silence while we ate. He laughed when I said that I have an ancillary food bag for the first two days after resupply because my bag is too full to hold my cookware. 

The mansplainer (who also wears a kilt, by the way) came over after packing up his hammock and started cooking his breakfast. He asked me annoying questions while I tried to eat. Something about his tone of voice rubs me the wrong way and he has an overbearing delivery. I gave him minimal responses that were a bit terse in content but not necessarily in tone unless you know me well. Then I retreated to my tent to change my shorts and pack up my gear. 

I was ready around the same time as influx and pretzel. I asked pretzel to say hi to halfway if she runs into him. I’m not sure I can make their miles today because they intend to go a “short” 17.7 to a shelter called the hexacube. I will reassess when I get to the 12.4 miles stopping option on top of smarts mountain. As I left camp, who did I see standing together but Lewis and Clark! I had been confused and disappointed when i didn’t see them last night, but they were in their tents the whole time (they sleep in separate tents which they’ve joked is why they can hike together). I had accidentally interrupted their praying, so I waited until they were done. When they turned to leave, Lewis was surprised and happy to see me. She talked a mile a minute as we walked together for the next 90 minutes. Then Clark needed water and I didn’t want to stop, so I kept walking. Our paces are similar, but I figured it would be nice to have a social break and turn on music to help push through the dull terrain. Not much to see this morning. Although at a road crossing, I did see a sign that said “bears with tracking collars, don’t shoot them.” That doesn’t bode well on so many levels. Shortly after the sign, the trail went through a flat pine area then began the climb. The neverending climb. I had hoped to take a break at the top with a view, but I couldn’t wait. I stopped at a decent rock to rest my feet and stuff my face. About 30 minutes later, I got to an actual viewpoint and had another snack with these mountains in the distance. 


I had a serious case of faux bottomless hunger from not getting enough sleep. I felt worried about how hard the mountain was and anxious about what’s to come in the whites. Lewis was talking about her white mountain anxiety too. There’s a buzz in camps and on the trail because we’re getting close. People are constantly asking advice and trying to gather information about how to get through them. Myself included. 


After another viewpoint, there was a manageable climb down from the ledges. I zoned out and picked my way down the sporadically rocky hillside. I happened to look up at one point and saw a tiny colored figure about waist high. First I thought it was a deer. Then I thought it might be a wildcat (the innkeeper at mountain meadows mentioned a small resurgence in large cat population in NH). Then I realized it was just a big dopey dog who was more scared of me than I was of it. It gave me a wide circle, and I gave a quick hello to its owner. 

I took a short break at the bottom of the hill, which is the intersection that used to be where you could visit the ice cream man. Otherwise known as a trail angel named bill ackerly, but he passed away last year. I felt sluggish today and the humidity did not help. 

After my break, I went through a buggy, rocky section that tested my will. I eventually came to the road crossing before  the climb to Lambert ridge. There was a sign at the trailhead warning of unreliable water sources on smarts mountain, but I didn’t feel like carrying extra water up the climb. I hadn’t committed to staying up there, and there had been so much rain a few days ago that I took my chances. About a half mile into the slog from the road, I heard leaves rustling off to my left. I looked up expecting to see a squirrel, and instead was met with a foraging bear cub. My brain said “oh what cute little bear” and then my brain said “oh FUCK. BEAR.” I actually started saying fuck,fuck,fuck under my breath as I scanned the forest for the mother of the cub. No sign of her as I hightailed it as quickly as I could up the steep hill. I kind of wish I had stood still long enough to get a picture, but fear kicked in before I thought of it. As I cursed and walked faster, the cub heard me and ran down the hillside. 

I hiked faster for about 10 minutes and then had to slow down because it was just too hot and steep to keep up the pace. After about 20 minutes, I came to lambert ridge where I decided to stop for lunch even though it seemed uncomfortably close to the bear sighting. I camped out at a rock facing this view and made my wrap. 


Little blueberry bushes with berries grew in between the rocks at my feet. I laughed and thought about how the cub would probably like these guys as midafternoon snack. 


Then I lay with my feet up on my pack trying to figure out whether I needed to stay in two places or one to make it through the whites. I feel so anxious about how to navigate the logistics of it and whether I will physically be able to manage it. I’m also still torn between going long or medium today. A SOBO came down to the ledge as I lay on the ground. He was a meek young guy who said that if he can hike the whites, I can do it. When I asked him what made him say that, he said that I had more miles and thus self assuredness under my belt. If only. Although his comment did resonate a little bit. He moved on and I decided to get back to it as well. 


The next patch of trail consisted of a lot of boulders. I nearly fell on this one because I was trying to step gingerly and tripped. I said aloud to myself “better sore feet than a broken face.” 


I was on the ridge (saddle?) walk over to smarts mountain when it started to rain, and I wondered why I was heading to the top of a mountain in the rain yet again. Thankfully it was just a passing drizzle and not a full on storm. The terrain was manageable for awhile and then it got steep. 

And then it got steeper and rockier (that’s rebar in the boulders): 


I passed a couple of section hikers on their way down and asked about the terrain on the other side of mountain. I couldn’t keep going if it involved going down something as steep as this. The guy said it was much a more gradual descent with actual trail. I calculated that into my plans and kept going. Around every corner I hoped to see the trail flatten out, but it just kept winding up and out of sight. After another 40 minutes, I finally got the fire tower. I went straight up so I wouldn’t have to walk down the stairs with post-break cold legs. The views were incredible (top picture, along with this): 

I strongly considered staying on top of the mountain to get another 360 degree sunrise and sunset, but I also didn’t feel like another night of staying up late and getting up early. I went down to the fire wardens cabin, which is now an AT shelter, and sat on the porch eating a snack trying to decide what to do. I felt claustrophobic and creeped out for some reason. It probably would have changed with the arrival of Lewis and Clark arrived, but I felt haunted. I put my feet up and considered my options. I kind of wanted to catch up with halfway and get to the hostel tomorrow (Friday) for a whole night of charging my phone and uploading blog stuff instead of just cramming it into a few hours in the middle of saturday. With that in mind, I decided to push on even though I felt wary about overdoing it. 


I questioned my choice immediately, but I kept going anyway. The ridge was a muddy mess. Then came a long two hour trip down the mountain. I tried to zone out and tune into my banjo music. It very clearly helps with my pace because whenever I stopped playing it to check out the noises around me, my body felt heavier and I noticeably slowed down. I finally got to a road crossing around 530 and took a short break to eat more and rest my feet. They’re sore, but not terrible or nervy. My right achilles was also getting pretty cranky so I stretched and massaged both of my calves. Then came another steep climb that was shorter, but still intense, with this view as the reward: 


Then even more climbing until it dropped down to a small stream where I got lightbeer-colored water. I met another SOBO going by the name of scout. He told me I would have some great walking in about 6 miles. That felt like a relief. The last .4 to the shelter was a rooty mess. Then came a steep .3 mile hike just to get to the shelter. 

As I walked up, pretzel called out, “I knew you would choose us,” which made me laugh. There were two other guys there that I hadn’t met, one of whom I found incredibly obnoxious and gave a wide circle to. Cosmo was also there. We caught up for a minute while I dropped my pack and felt like a sweaty blubbering mess on the inside. The tenting options were terrible so I decided to risk it and sleep in the shelter. I also didn’t really have the energy to set up my tent. I immediately pulled out my sleeping pad and blew it up before I lost all resolve. Then I pulled out my cookware and boiled water for food. It was late and I had hiked too far. 
As I ate, a group of SOBOs arrived and immediately began talking about how many miles they’d hiked and how many big days we could do in the whites and we could do the 100 mile wilderness  and blah blah blah. Those conversations are so tedious and make me so annoyed with the people and with my body. Influx has picked up on my disdain for the topic and was laughing both with and at me after he made a joke about how long he’d been at the shelter. He finished today’s hike at 3p. A full 4 HOURS faster than me. I’m envious of how much less time he’s spending on his feet. But I’m stuck with this body, so I should just let it go (forgive the repetition of the topic, it might be awhile before I get to actually letting it go). Now I’m finishing this to the sound of pretzel lightly snoring and some dude over by the fire pit jabbering on about something. 
Mile 1758.6 to mile 1776.3 (17.7) 
Total miles: 773.1 
Creature feature: the bear cub and a snake that slithered off the boards and into the marshy wildflowers as I rounded a beaver pond sometime in the middle of the day 

Day 72: hello NH edition 


Woke up around 510 and then again at 5:22 and again at 540 when I decided I should just get up for good. My goal for today is somewhat long (16.8), but manageable if I get a good start. My eyes felt heavy. I switched into my spandex and opened the valve of my sleeping pad so that I wouldn’t be tempted to lay in bed while eating breakfast. I packed what I could and then made the wobbly walk over to my food bag which hung securely from its perch. As I sat down to eat at the fire pit in front of the shelter, pretzel asked me if I wanted a piece of cranberry walnut bread with cream cheese. That’s like asking me if I want peanut butter. She gave me a substantial piece with just the right amount of cream cheese. Apparently she bought it at the yellow deli hostile even though she only needed to carry two days of food. Influx and pretzel were whingeing about how much more food they had carried than they needed given their impending pit stop in Hanover. I can relate. 

We had an enjoyable breakfast. Then everyone went about breaking down their respective camps. Pretzel stood up and turned around to survey her gear. She laughed and remarked that having shelter to herself is dangerous because her stuff just explodes and she made a yawning gesture with her arms. Her Australian accent made me ache for the company of my good friends, but I will get to see him in a few short weeks! At an old time music camp in Swannanoa, NC. 

I put in my contacts, brushed my teeth and packed away my tent. I love sleeping on pine needles because they make for such a clean surface. I filtered the extra water I’d brought up from the stream so that I could deal with my cup & handwashing BS on my way out. As I went to unscrew the filter from the squeeze bag, my thumb punctured the side of the bag just below the plastic threading. I guess this is why I carry an extra bag. I’m glad I didn’t skimp on the wait and send it home like I had considered. Now the question is, do I buy another bag so that I can carry a new extra?

I left camp around 720, which is later than I had hoped, but there’s nothing to be done. The weather was sunny and seemed like it might get hot, but it was quite comfortable at the start. After about five minutes of walking, I rounded the corner to a beautiful glow on the puddle water running down the middle of the trail. 


There were several aggravating spots like this right off the bat, but they diminished as I continued walking. The sun was to my left and the birds seemed as if they were calling to each other from one side of me to the other. The trail transitioned to consist mostly of PUDs, as they’re called, which stands for pointless ups and downs. They don’t really bother me, but they aggravate the NOBOS to no end. I’m sure after I have 1000 more miles on my feet it might start to wear on me a bit more.

I went through a pine forest with little to no groundcover, daydreaming about catching up with halfway and also about owning a cabin like the lookout. I was also daydreaming about donuts and trying to figure out whether I should stop somewhere in Hanover for an hour to see about Wi-Fi and catching up on a blog post or two. It’s super time consuming to post them in large batches because I have to weed through pictures, and I get tired of writing so the details drop off (maybe that’s a relief for you??). 


I came upon this sign as I crossed a set of powerlines. I thought it was a joke, but there was actually construction down the gravel road, which must have been the source of the industrial noises I’d heard earlier. The woods were unremarkable and easy walking for awhile. I eventually came to a spot where two streams came down the hillside and converged with sunlight glinting off the moving water. Little moments like that often don’t photograph well, especially in the high contrast of midday light. So I took it in with a few deep breaths and moved on. 

There was a long road work through Norwich,VT and into Hanover. At a stoplight near the highway interchange, I watched a watched a young mother (I assume?) and small child dance to a song as they waited for the light to turn green. After nearly a mile of walking, I came to the Connecticut river bridge with the VT/NH border (too picture). The water was high and muddy with pine needles floating on the surface. I crossed over to the shady side of the street and walked on the grassy strip between the sidewalk and the road. Dartmouth students ambled up the hill past me on their way to class. I felt like a crusty troll with my muddy legs and sticky skin boasting two days of bug spray residue. I took a right at the main intersection by the campus and walked past a strip of shiny cafes and shops. I saw a hiker pack outside of a coffee shop and nearly went inside to get wifi and see who it was, but I didn’t feel like paying for anything, so I kept walking. I held to my goal of not spending money at any of the restaurants and made my way to the community center slash senior center. It’s a small building that looks more like a house than a community center. I sat at the wooden bench on the small front porch and plugged in my phone. Just as I began to edit some writing, an older woman walked out the front door. I looked up to find Snow White. I called out hellooo and she turned around just as surprised to see me. She is converting to section hiking because her knee is stiff and swollen and she can’t put much weight on it. We sat and talked on the bench for a bit. I saw a couple of hikers across the street and realized that it was Lewis and Clark. I whistled to them and they waved, but I don’t think they knew who or where the noise was coming from. 

Snow White and I decided to check out the food coop across the street. I had my mind on yogurt and banana, which I got and it was perfect. I also bought a seltzer to make a bigger water scoop so my new water bottles will nest in it. Snow White went crazy buying little samples of cheese. I came VERY close to buying a blueberry donut, but I managed to walk away from it. I have enough sugar in my life right now. I plugged my phone in at the seating area inside and Snow White and I camped out at an outdoor table. She was like a happy little squirrel with all of her goodies. I ate my strange combination of early lunch food and we talked about her injury, whether fearless would continue on without her, and general life questions we hadn’t gotten around to yet.


I finally hit the trail around 11:45a. After a couple more blocks of road walking, the trail took a left past community ballfields and into the woods. I was met with a steep climb that made me regret my choice to eat yogurt and drink seltzer in the same sitting. 


And then it got steeper. It’s hard to see, but there’s a rope on that slab of granite, which I assume is mostly used by southbound people because it wasn’t really necessary going up. At the top of the steep climb, the terrain flattened out to a somewhat rocky, forgettable section. Then it wound down hills and eventually lead to a muddy mess. My feet slipped as I was trying to jujitsu my way through a root filled muddy part and I yelled the word that rhymes with duck at the top of my lungs. About a minute later, I looked up to see a woman coming towards me. I laughed to myself and said did you hear me yell? She replied “yeah.” I apologized and explained that I was just trying to keep my feet dry. She said “it’s OK, it’s really hard.” I felt sheepish about having lost my temper, but the roots had  been making me cranky for the last hour. I continued on, still feeling a little embarrassed by my yelling. 


The trail went through a small boggy overgrown area with a warped boardwalk that left me eye level with these sweet smelling flowers. 


The mud bogs and roots returned on the other side of the boardwalk and didn’t let up until after crossing the road and entering a strange little section with dense undergrowth and bare trees above. The red pine floor and the green bounced off each other in a strange way that isn’t quite evident in the picture. 


I flopped down on the pine needles and took a break right on the side of the trail to eat a snack and rest my sore feet for a few minutes. I would’ve stayed longer, but the bugs were aggravating. Mosquitoes were actually not getting me because of my super toxic bug spray, but the flies seem immune to such frivolities and were catapaulting towards my face. Then I went through a couple of fields that transitioned to a polkadotted forest with a green cast to it. A lot of strange light today.

Then came a nice change in footing with some pine needles instead of rock jumping. There were the occasional mud bogs that had good logs near enough to walk over instead of rocks. Balancing on the logs reminded me of when I was a kid, and I used the walk across the wooden beam that ran the length of the park swing set (sorry mom). 

The trail crossed a pretty little brook twice. After the second time, it rounded behind a small cemetery. Thick stands of ferns hugged both sides of the trail until I hit the road crossing. 


Then I went through a grassy lane with a gradual uphill climb. I kept getting waves of cool and warm air that made me think of swimming in the ocean. Saw a few new wildflowers that of course slowed me down. 


Eventually, I came to the stream that I planned to stock up on water for the night because there’s an unreliable source at the shelter. The user comments in guthook weren’t promising, so I filtered 3 liters of water and had a snack while dreading the climb up moose mountain with that much extra weight (about 7 pounds of water).
As I started to walk, it felt like my feet were magnetically stuck to the ground. The 1.5 mile climb felt eternal. About 3/4 of the way up, influx caught up with me. He and pretzel had showered and done laundry at the Rec center and had a meal at the Indian place. We whined about water weight because he had also stocked up. As he passed me, I mockingly said you smell like a day hiker! He smirked back at me and continued on his way up the hill making it look way easier than I did. I finally reached the peak, which had a decent view that I wasn’t expecting. Influx and I talked a bit while we rested and had a snack. I forced myself to put my lead pack back on and made it through the last .7 miles faster than I expected. I’d put on a collection of banjo tunes earlier in the day, which I proceeded to listen to as nauseum because the tempo of most of the songs is nearly perfect for a brisk walk and it gave the illusion of having music friend company. 

I found a decent tent site to the right behind the shelter and set up there while pretzel arrived and selected her spot down the trail a bit. Then we all cooked dinner with the company of two section hikers that I’d met at Stratton pond. I like in flux and pretzel a lot. They have mellow, funny energy and we get along well. Sadly, I don’t know how long I can keep up with them. They do about 5 miles a day more than I usually do. I made Annie’s Mac and cheese and added pepperoni and coconut powder to it. The pepperoni for salt and the coconut powder partially because I need to get rid of it (been carrying it for about two weeks) and partially for good fats. A pushy flip flop hiker showed up ready to educate us all about the whites. Something about his tone turned me off, but I asked him questions anyway because it’s good to have lots of intell. Here’s pretzel with her namesake giant bag of pretzel sticks. 

I wandered off after dinner to brush my teeth, deal with cup rinsing stuff and hang my food bag. Another shit show of a bear line throwing. The first branch I picked was just not good. I should have seen it and not bothered to use it. Too many small saplings below the branch making it easy for a small creature to access it. So I wandered down to the privy and found a better option. 30 minutes later. What a time suck. 

The privy for this shelter doesn’t have any walls. Just a roof and a platform. Pretzel balked at it as she came down the path. I offered to stand guard as she used it. On her way back up she said, “bet a man thought of that.” I laughed and heartily agreed. Then I sat on the edge of the shelter with pretzel and in flux shooting the shit a bit with the pastel light of sunset in the distance. 


In flux is excited to see sunrise and also couldn’t believe other people had skipped out on the lookout sunrise a few days ago. Yet another reason I like him. I tore myself away around 830 to see if I could catch up on writing Sunday’s post. Now I’m finishing this one to the sound of the wind in the trees and some heavy duty moths throwing themselves at my tent. 

Mile 1741.8 to mile 1758.6 (16.8) 
Total miles: 755.4 

Creature feature: not much happening besides chipmunks and frogs today. I also had my head in my banjo music, which takes focus away from forest noises because my brain gets caught up in listening for melody lines and trying to think about how to play them. 

Day 71: thirsty edition 


Spent the first half of the morning at the lodge with megan. Had another very large bowl of oatmeal and good coffee for breakfast. Then she drove me to the trailhead where I left off Sunday afternoon. Here’s another rare chance for a picture of me since I’m alone more than half the time (and I hate pictures, but look I didn’t make a face in this one). 

Megan left for her long day of driving and I went up the shallow, steep steps up from the road. It was hard to walk away from someone who brings me so much comfort and joy, and the climb up a steep hill with a full pack just added insult to injury. I was sweating and short of breath before the halfway mark. It finally leveled off to a peaceful bit of trail that once again had me checking my map because it seemed too easy. It was wide with dappled sunlight and a rock wall bordering the trail off to my right. 


To stave off some of the acute loneliness, I called my mom. My phone signal tanked almost immediately. Between three or four different dropped calls, we managed to cobble together a conversation. In amongst those calls were several small climbs between fields of wildflowers, one of which led to this view: 


An older couple were standing at the top of this section. The gentleman had wide red suspenders and a sturdy walking stick. As I approached, prepared to say hi/bye so I could get back to my phone conversation, the woman said to me, “slow down and look around you at the view, you don’t get this kind of a view often.” I wanted to say that I’d seen just such a view like 5 times in the last two days, but I held my tongue. As my mom waited for me on the phone, I told the woman I had taken in the scenery already and had seen a beautiful 360 degree at the lookout. She then dickered with me about how far away the Lookout was. In an attempt to get off the subject and move on, I walked past her and said “look at all this great smelling milkweed.” This led her to make a mournful remark about how the monarch population had dwindled. I finally had to say that I needed to keep going because she didn’t seem like she would let me leave of her own accord. 
The trail dipped back down, and I lost my mom on the phone, again. I crossed a dirt road and went around a gate that led to some sort of tree farm. I looked down and happened to see a tick crawling on my shin, one of only about five that I’ve seen so far on my person. The trail skirted the edge of another overgrown field and then tucked back into the woods. Here’s the view back towards the hill I came down on the other side of the road.


Around 130, I stopped just past the trail to thistle hill shelter and had a late lunch on a log in the shade. Two people went by from the shelter trail, likely having stopped for water. I didn’t feel like walking any extra mileage today, so I decided to see if I could eek by and maybe snag water from an unmapped stream. This seemed likely given that I passed one such stream less than a quarter-mile beyond my lunch spot. 


The trail took me through more wildflower fields. The colors of those sections were mesmerizing between the flowers, the green of the trees and the bright blue sky. I had to work hard not to take pictures every 10 feet so I could get to my destination before bed time. I was already running about an hour later than I had hoped because it was hard to say goodbye to megan. 


The trail then went down a series of switchbacks, and I saw more of what I’m pretty sure is maple syrup tubing. The forest transitioned to an extra thick canopy, which gave the illusion of twilight even though it was only about 330 in the afternoon. I hate walking through that kind of light. It’s depressing and I get a reflexive urge to speed up for fear of hiking into the night. I passed through a section of spindly barren trees that I’m guessing might be dead hemlocks. The broken off branches and brown cast felt somber and kind of creepy. 

Thankfully the trail led me through a much greener section shortly thereafter. Doesn’t it look like these trees are topless? Maybe it was more dramatic in person. 


I passed through another little section of wildflowers and saw this bench: 


I decided to follow the instructions even though I hadn’t intended to stop for a couple more miles. I plopped down, grabbed a snack and looked up to find this view: 


Then came the mile long gradual descent into West Hartford, VT. I texted with zach/French dip/baby gay as I made my way down to town. He made it through the white mountains (most people shorten that to “the whites”) and offered to give me some pointers about shelters and whatnot. I gratefully accepted his guidance because I’m anxious about the whites. I wish I wasn’t likely to do them alone. Although from the sound of it, there will be a lot of people around. 

At the edge of town, the trail took a hard left and followed two roads through west hartford. I popped out right as a family passed by on their way to a barbecue. No offer of trail magic, which is fine because I didn’t need food, but I would have killed for a cold drink of some sort. I had not consumed enough water and it was just hot enough to day dream about Gatorade and popsicles. 


The walk through town was longer than I had hoped. I saw an old meeting house building that caught my eye (top picture). Along with the white river, which the trail crossed before heading north and taking a right across some railroad tracks and back out of town. I walked under highway 89 and then the trail headed back into the woods after crossing Podunk rd. How fitting. 

The climb from podunk was steep and tedious because of roots and muddy sections. I could not get to the water source fast enough. As I checked the map to see how far I had to the stream, I realized that I had two more climbs between me and my destination. This is not the kind of elevation map you want to see at 5p when you’re tired and thirsty (I’m the little blue dot): 


I plugged on and made it to the stream where I ran into the pot smoking duo from Glastenbury. They had some sort of ramen frenzy judging by the 6 ramen wrappers strewn around their cooking pot. I’m guessing they got a serious case of the munchies and couldn’t wait to eat at the shelter. I said hello and busied myself with water. Then I ate a tiny snack and studied the stream. The water covered many of the useful stepping stones making it nearly impossible for a short legged person to get across without taking some seriously long steps over wet rocks. I shouldered my pack and picked a path that had one bad step that was unavoidable. I came away with a wet right foot, but it could have been worse.

The trail over the next two miles got muddier, rockier and buggier. It’s like the rule of the trail that the terrain turns to shit right before you’re done for the day. I cursed at the soggy sections, swiped at my ears constantly to thwart the buzzing, and wanted to cry when I saw a particularly aggravating muddy rock hop. The second climb wasn’t as bad as the map made it out to be, but I was still relieved when I got to the gradual downhill before the shelter. 
The turnoff for the shelter led me down a short trail, past the privy and to a small stone structure with a tiny, nearly unusable second story. Two people sat at the shelter’s edge eating dinner. We said hello and commiserated over the bugs. I mentioned that my earbuds were in only because I couldn’t take the buzzing and the guy admired my strategy. I zombied around looking for a tent spot, settling on a mediocre spot right next to the shelter. I didnt have the energy to wander around for something better and it was close to everything. I pushed through tent setup and then boiled water for dinner. I had intended to filter water while while my food rehydrated but I lost motivation immediately upon sitting. I also had a good conversation with the people that I didn’t feel like leaving. Their names are in flux and pretzel. They met at a hostel a ways back and have sort of been hiking together since. Influx is a NOBO and pretzel is a section hiker from Australia. She’s doing VT, NH, and ME after having just completed the te aroara, which is a trail that spans the length of New Zealand. I’d heard of the trail and know how difficult it is, so I gawked over her hiking experience. She’s also done the routeburb track, which Fp and I did during our trip last year, so we talked about how great that hike is. Yet again, hikers talking about hiking. Shocking. 

I made chili Mac and added a hard boiled egg that I took from yesterday’s breakfast at the lodge. Then I added some VT cured pepperoni that I bought at the farm stand. Influx admired my meal and I told him I’d been thinking about it for the last 4 miles. I had planned on eating something smaller, but I was aggravated and tired and I’m PMSing so I went for broke. Speaking of periods, I actually got mine about 5 minutes before we left the lodge, which brings me back around to the annoying hand washing/extra water filtering aggravation. Not to mention the cramps and the tired feeling. Good times all around. 

I did my dishes while I sat with influx and pretzel. They’re funny and easygoing, but they are doing high miles so I probably won’t see them again for awhile if at all. I left them to filter water so I could deal with my cup and brush my teeth. After doing the necessities in the five star gigantic moldering privy, I wandered around the woods looking for a sturdy branch to hold my heavy food bag. I got my line on the second throw and hung my bag easily. As I walked back to my tent I realized that I definitely had forgotten to empty my snack pocket. This happened even though I had sat at dinner and seen pretzel do the exact same thing. So frustrating. So I grabbed my snacks, walked all the way back to my bag, pulled it down to throw my food in and then rehung it. 

Then I had to put my bed together, which I had yet to get around to. When it was all said and done, I laid on my sleeping bag at 9p. Way past hiker midnight. Now I’m finishing this up to the sound of the stream down below the shelter. The fireworks are over and the moon is peeking through the trees above my tent. Tomorrow I will finish VT! That makes state number 8. I wonder when I will catch halfway again… 

Mile 1729.0 to mile 1741.8 (12.8) 

Total miles: 738.6

Creature feature: a woodpecker landed on a tree trunk about 3 feet from me, the usual chipmunks, a cardinal, which I haven’t seen for quite awhile, and a very cranky red squirrel who fussed at me from a branch overhead. 

Day 70: good company edition 


**just kidding. now that most of the hikers have left the hostel, the internet is serviceable for picture uploading. will see what kind of backlog I can get through and still do the chores I need to get done before I leave**

We slept in and made coffee using the chemex and beans that megan brought from home and my camp stove setup. Megan also brought me a baggie of her dry homemade oatmeal mixture that I heated on my stove and added a banana to. So good. We took our stuff down to the dining hall and had breakfast there while the parents of an ambiguously 7 year old kid negotiated not going to an expensive adventure park with her. 

The rest of the day involved a walk to thundering falls, a sunset canoe ride, and eating all the food. The walk to the falls was buggy and humid, but they did not disappoint. We sat by the water and talked until my back hurt from sitting. Then we walked up towards the top of the falls and stood mesmerized by the water until my stomach warned me that the bad place was coming soon. We scrambled back down the roots and pine needles and took a walk over part of the boardwalk that leads to the road on the other side of the falls. So many wildflowers. Megan also noticed this funny little guy that my fancy new app said was Indian cucumber root: 


After lunch we went to the outfitter nearby so I could get more bug spray. So toxic and so necessary for sanity. Then we lounged around and eventually got takeout dinner from a place called the Lookout with the worst logo ever (a busty woman looking through binoculars). But their burger was good, albeit a little painful. Then we took the lodge’s canoe for a spin around the lake. We confirmed that I am too controlling to not sit in the steering position of the canoe. No real surprise there. Megan was a good sport about my front seat driving and I tried my best to moderate myself with varying degrees of success. 


We paddled towards a little island where I though there might be loons based on the direction of the calls we heard earlier. As we edged around the island, we saw a couple of duck-looking creatures a short distance off to the right of the island. Their coloring wasn’t like any duck I’d ever seen, and a little internetting confirmed that they were actually loons! As we got closer, one of them kept looking frantically side to side. I saw a little brown blob near it that looked like a piece of driftwood. Then I realized it was a baby loon, hence the protective scanning from the parent. We decided not to get any closer to avoid stressing them out further even though it was doubly tempting for me because of the chick. 

As we turned the boat around, I noticed something flopping around by my feet. I thought it might be a leaf or a stick until I looked closer and realized it was a writhing snake. Just a little garter, but still: a snake. at my feet. I pulled my legs up and did a little freak out noise. The snake slithered back into the covered tip of the canoe. He continued to poke his head out periodically on the ride back to the lodge’s dock. I tried paddling with my feet up on the side of the canoe, but it hurt my butt too much, so I had to settle for stomping my foot whenever mr snake considered coming out. 


We caught a hint of pink in the sky as we pulled the canoe out of the water. Said goodbye to the snake and the pond and went back to our room where we went to sleep to the unsettling sound of fireworks (again). 

Miles: 0 that count and about 2 bonus miles to the falls and back 

Total miles: 725.8 

Creature feature: that persistent little snake, the loons, and day hikers gawking the falls.