Category: NH-ME 2015

In leaving Rhode Island, I took the train to Boston with flailing, one last adventure. In just a few hours we met up with déjà vu and were on our way to his place to drop our stuff. He looked different, still the same though, his beard had been neatly trimmed and he was much … Continue reading Duck on a pond

It had been just over a week since I completed the trail. I knew coming into this, that I would have an adjustment in coming back.  Most if not all of my friends were home with their families and friends, I on the other hand hadn't returned yet.  Earthling had left for California a day … Continue reading Missing puzzle piece

Waking up we laid around the room for a long time, debating leaving or staying.  It wasn't our words that debated, it was our actions, there was no sense of urgency. When we did finally pack up and leave we walked back into town and looked for a ride out.  We were on the corner … Continue reading The climb

Waking up I was in a good mood, that was until Earthling spoke. She had noticed a hole in my tent and I was furious. I knew immediately what it was from, a red squirrel. That little shut had chewed a nickel size hole in my tent while I was sleeping.  What made the injury … Continue reading Lonely Mountain View

Leaving camp in the morning the only thought on my mind was how soon this journey would come to an end.  In just a few days I would be starting my final climb of this trip. I had just a day or two more left in the hundred mile wilderness and all I could think … Continue reading Heavy thoughts

We got up early, knowing we had a big day ahead.  Two ford's, four mountains and a road to get to, quite the day.  Flailing was gone and out the door first thing.  Earthling and I hiked together for a change and talked all the way to the first river fording.  She had been fighting … Continue reading Flailing lost in the wilderness

Leaving Monson the next morning with all of our gear, food, and full bellies we headed out late, just past noon.  Taking quite some time to get a hitch, we crammed into the backseat of four person pickup and headed to the trail. The trail following along the side of a giant lake, gifted us … Continue reading Into the hundred mile wilderness

Starting out in the morning we had a nice nine mile section of flat ground. I had forgotten that meant it was rocks and roots.  The first four miles were absolute misery as I walked through a flowing creek of a trail. In Maine when a spring comes across the trail, the maintainers don't route … Continue reading Into Monson

Waking up the next morning I slept more than I had in a few days, but not through the night.  I was still feeling off and headed out with no breakfast. The climb up the first mountain was just that a climb.  I thought of only my hand and foot placement and the misery I … Continue reading Still feeling off