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Forward to Maine

Day 156 – 9/17/13

Miles in/remaining: 1,902/283.7

0.7 to Katahdin

Indy, Voice, and I left the White Mountain Hostel this morning to make our mad dash into the very last state through which the Appalachian Trail travels.  Here we come, Maine!  The trail ends at Mt. Katahdin, Maine, about 300 miles away.  On one hand, I’m very excited about being that close to the finish line, but I’m also dreading having to hike another 300 miles.  I’m pretty well over this by now.  Granted, New Hampshire presented some of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life, and I hear Maine is just as cool, if not cooler.  But I’ve been hearing way too often lately that Western Maine (or Southern Maine – however you want to look at it) is actually more difficult than the Whites. 

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The Southside of Wildcat and Voice’s birthday at White Mountain Hostel

1) looking up at Mt. Washington

2) The view East from the Southside of Wildcat

3) Singing our Henry Bigglesworth song

4) The last time I would see most of these guys, celebrating Voice’s birthday

meyouanddoom asked:

are you doing the trip alone? do you find it hard im thinking about leaving in 2014 but am worry about doing it alone. is there a good time to start to not need winter gear?

Sorry for the late response.  Are you still planning to do it?  Maybe you’ve set out already.  

To answer your question, yes, I did it alone.  I mean, I met tons of people along the way, but I got a late start (May 8th), so I was definitely behind the “bubble” of hikers.  I was with one or more other hikers maybe half of the time, but the other half hiking alone was way too much hiking time to be alone.  If you leave around March or April you’ll pretty much always be around other hikers.  You may even find a group to stick with.  

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13 Hours over The Wildcat Range

Day 153 – (9/14/2013)

0.7 to Katahdin

We got up while it was still dark to get ready for our slackpacking adventure over the Wildcat Range.  We backtracked into town to get some breakfast food at the gas station just down the street.   Leaving, we tried to solicit rides to the trailhead.  It was only 2 or 3 miles, but we didn’t have any time to waste if we were going to hike the full 22 miles in the course of one day.  We were turned down with various excuses.  One guy said he was going to work and his work wasn’t in that direction, then as we watched him pull away he definitely went the way we needed to go.  We could only laugh about it.

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Zero in Gorham – Recovering from the Presidentials

Day 152

This morning, Rabbit and I woke up in the bunks of the Hikers Paradise hostel, which was anything but paradise.  There was no air conditioning, just open windows.  There wasn’t the even a hint of a breeze through the night, so the open window accomplished nothing.  The heat from the office/lobby of the hotel on the floor below us made the hostel area an oven, similar to how the attic of your house might feel in the middle of September.  The mattresses had to be 40 years old.  There was nothing comfortable about them, so I tossed and turned all night, barely sleeping.  I would have been much more comfortable listening to the rhythmic tapping of the rain on my tent.

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Blogging the beginning of 5 Million to Katahdin a couple weeks onto the trail in a rare moment of cell phone service.  This is on the North end of the Smoky Mountains.  I was tired, dirty, injured, ill,  beaten down, lonely, homesick, and missing those I loved, with shattered confidence and poison ivy.  Of course I still had the will to bust out a selfie.
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Blogging the beginning of 5 Million to Katahdin a couple weeks onto the trail in a rare moment of cell phone service.  This is on the North end of the Smoky Mountains.  I was tired, dirty, injured, ill,  beaten down, lonely, homesick, and missing those I loved, with shattered confidence and poison ivy.  

Of course I still had the will to bust out a selfie.

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