It was all that and more... Two hours and one mile later we were done...
It was hard to leave the Hiker Hut. Not helping matters was effect several inches of rain had on the trails. Our first two days out of Rangeley were the wettest we've yet seen - utterly soggy. Rain puts a damper on hiking. Everything becomes damp, feet become soaked, and dirt finds its way into … Continue reading The Sun Will Come Out Eventually
The trail from Stratton to Rangeley took us over three distinct sets of mountains separated by two deep river gorges. First were the completely wooded Crockers Featuring a long steady climb followed by this jumble of a descent... Which gave us a view of the Ski Resort on Sugarloaf mountain We camped just before the … Continue reading Back on the Saddleback
It's been 70 miles since we last surfaced. Our guidebook tells us that we've crossed the 2000 to-go line...only 1997.7 miles to Springer Mountain! Our first day out of Monson was fairly uneventful. Our goal was to make it past both fords of the Piscataquis River before it started raining. We succeeded and setup camp … Continue reading Through the Kennebec, over the Bigelows, on to Stratton we shall go!
Looking back at Katahdin from the Penobscot River at Abol Bridge... ...which marks the Northern boundary of the 100 Mile Wilderness (cue dramatic sign): We quickly learned that "trails" in Maine are something altogether ridiculous. Yay! We're hiking again! Our first campsite was just up the hill from Rainbow Lake at Rainbow Spring Wildlife 1: … Continue reading Through the Wilderness (aka “Go, Go, Go!”)
Katahdin did a number on Caley's feet. The day after climbing Katahdin, we spent the morning tracking down a few items we regretted not having the day before (better rain gear, hand sanitizer, and a second headlamp) while my dad was still able to drive us to a store. After stocking up we bade him … Continue reading Stop. Do not pass Go.
Five weeks ago I broke my neck and was told by my doctor that my plans for thru hiking were totally out of the question. I was depressed, demoralized and demotivated. Caley and I stopped planning our hike and began the uncertain task of planning our next six months from scratch. We considered moving to … Continue reading Go. Stop. Go.