White River Junction, VT (USA)

This morning, I went to Mass in Lebanon (0800) and then went to UVAC in White River Junction for a workout (45 minutes swimming, 60 minutes with rowing and reclining bike).  When I was finished, I drove back across the Connecticut River and headed south on NH-12A until I reached the Blood's Brook Boat Launch, located near the Plainfield town line.  I'd visited before and the location seemed promising.  While I was able to paddle for over an hour (both up and downstream), this launch provides little in the way of ease or strategic logistics.  Instead, I was treated to the toughest currents and rockiest going on the Connecticut I’ve seen yet!  At one point, I was paddling as hard as I could but still going downstream - when I noticed my lateral drift towards even worse rapids, I gave up and turned downstream.  Later, I had to fight a heavy wind to get back onshore.  Whew!  Highlight of the day was reaching a cobble stone beach and getting to watch several raptors, including a bald eagle, fishing among the rocky rapids.  Also got to wave to “The Vermonter” as it passed on its way south.  Lowlight: seeing the evidence of a growing “Mount Trashmore” that overlooks the river.  Finished by 1430 and headed home.  Overall, I’m not regretting this attempt to kayak but I’m going to have to get more creative (shuttle for longer downstream distance?) to resume my paddling to the south of Lebanon...  

Quechee, VT (USA)

Since our hiking trip was finished, my dad was ready to head home.  We were able to eat breakfast together at The Fort in Lebanon (0730).  We had some more good conversations and, eventually, said goodbye (0900).  After he was gone, I drove over to Quechee so I could attend the Scottish Games and Festival.  The weather was great and I got to watch a lot of talented athletes, dancers and musicians - most arrayed in Highland colors - performing.  The Border Collie demonstration was especially good.  But, of course, the Parade and Calling of the Clans was the big event.  Everyone proudly carried their tartans, piped their tunes and shouted their mottos.  Overall, a great event - it was awesome to be around so many people who were proud of their Celtic heritage!  I stayed until around 1230 and then left the area via old town Quechee (explored the waterfront and Whistlepig.  Reached home by 1330.  Nice, easygoing (but active) day!

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 6

Unfortunately, the rain was forecast everywhere in New England by the time the morning came (0600 for us).  This meant that yesterday was the last day for hiking trip (sad)...  Still, I was at peace with how we'd managed the itinerary.  We cleaned up campsite and departed Solon by about 0800.  Encountered intermittent rain all the way home but did find some nice weather on the way.  Used US-201A, ME-234, ME-27, ME-4, US-2, NH-116 and US-302 to reach Littleton.  Tried to get lunch at Burger King but, again, the staffing was short and we couldn't.  Instead, continued on US-302 all the way to Lisbon and stopped for lunch at Lisbon Village Pizza (1200).  Just then, rain started in earnest.  After our nice meal, we continued south on US-302 and then used NH-10, River Road, NH/VT-25, US-5 to reach Norwich.  Arrived home by 1400 - unpacked and relaxed for the rest of the day.  Ate dinner with my dad at my condo, sharing good stories about how nice it had been to use the RV for (at least) one more trip.  We really enjoyed our journey into the North Maine Woods!

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 5

We woke up (0600) to a beautiful morning on the banks of Pleasant River (still in the KI / Jo Mary area)!  My dad made us a delicious breakfast with blueberry pancakes!  After cleaning up our campsite, we made our way out of the area on KI Road.  At the KI Checkpoint, my dad’s RV started to overheat so we stopped to figure out what was wrong with it.  I’ll admit that I started to think our hiking trip was done - the rig is a bit old, after all.  But we were able to add water to the radiator (thanks to some help from the checkpoint staff) and get things back to normal.  Crisis averted, we drove out to ME-11 and continued south into the town of Brownville so we could fill up our gas tank (0900).  This decision provided a level of security before we drove back into the KI / Jo Mary Multi-Use Area again... This time, we drove farther north on ME-11 and entered at the Jo Mary Checkpoint.  From there, we drove about 13 miles up the logging roads (Jo Mary and Johnston Pond) to a place where the AT crossed through the area.  When we arrived at the trailhead, we found a re-supply driver from Shaw’s Hiker Hostel (Monson) who was giving food to three NOBO Thru hikers.  I said goodbye to my dad here (1130) and he backtracked to Jo Mary Road (and followed it out to the trailhead on the opposite end of the section).  Meanwhile, I started NOBO and walked around Crawford Pond.  For the first time since I can remember, I was hiking in a nearly flat section.  It felt strange not to have to use side trails or climb huge mountains.  Instead, I was able to keep up a torrid pace!  Of course, I was in Maine and had the usual mud, roots and bridgeless river crossings to overcome... Still, it was great to have a rather easy walk!  Early on, I passed two groups of people (4 older women SOBO, 2 younger guys NOBO) working on a HMW Traverse.  Otherwise, I was alone most of the time.  Towards the end, I got passed by three NOBO Thru hikers (and passed two more who were taking a break).  Most everyone was in good spirits with the nice weather and approaching ends of their AT journey.  Other highlights of the section: sounds of rushing water (streams everywhere), cooler temps (very little sweating), Cooper Brook Falls Shelter and a shady forest.  I made great time to Jo Mary Road, arriving at 1430 after 7 miles of walking.  I didn’t see my dad but the re-supply driver from Shaw’s was working his magic at this trailhead by then and told me I’d only have to walk a short distance on the road until I found him (he was right).  Since I was done early, we decided to leave the area and drive south - inclement weather was coming and we decided it would be nice to have options for the next day’s hike or drive.    We drove back out to ME-11 and headed south, stopping for another gas fillup at Irving in Brownville (1620).  We then continued south until we were able to get on ME-16.  Heading west, we stopped for milk at Shaws in Dover Foxcroft (1730) and then switched to ME-150.  We enjoyed a relaxing drive through the countryside until we got lost near the end of our journey.  Since we were near Solon by  that point, we got a campsite at The Evergreens Campground again (1900).  It was nice to finally get a shower!  We then read/talked/relaxed until bedtime (2200).  Even if weather prevents another day of Maine AT hiking, I’ve had a great week in the woods.  My dad, his dog (Anna) and his trusty 1986 Toyota Crossman) have been a great pit crew for me this week!  I’m feeling pretty energized and look forward to my next visit!  AT Today = 7.0 miles / G.T. AT = 2037.4 miles / AT Left = 147.9 miles

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 4

It was rainy again when we woke up (0530) so we used the early morning hours for relaxing.  At 0700, we got on the road so we could reposition to the Katahdin Iron Works / Jo Mary Multi-Use Area.  This required us to drive a long way (via some back roads, NH-150, ME-6 and ME-11) but put us close to the middle of the Hundred Mile Wilderness.  My dad's RV did not enjoy all the hills we encountered along the way and we both got annoyed at an RV operator who tailgated us into Dover-Foxcroft.  We both thought "aren't you also on a vacation?"  SMH...  We got some lunch at McDonalds (0745) and then continued north and east to KI Road.  From the information I had read, there was a 50/50 chance that my dad’s RV would be allowed in the area.  This made me wonder if the drive was a good idea but my dad said he wanted to try it.  After we drove seven miles from the pavement (via a logging truck route), we reached the Katahdin Iron Works Checkpoint (0940).  I was very relieved to discover that we could, in fact, continue into the wilderness area and then got even better news: they had some campsites available that would allow us to get two full days to explore the area!  I knew exactly what part of the AT I wanted to hike by this point but we first made a stop at the AMC Gorman-Chairback Lodge to ask if we could eat dinner there (they said yes).  Satisfied that logistics were all set, I asked my dad to drop me off at the trailhead for the Third Mountain Trail (located off Chairback Mountain Road).  I was walking in the woods by 1130 and made good time to the ridge, 1.4 miles away.  Just as I reached the AT, I encountered my first NOBO Thru hiker (a young guy) and asked him how his hike was going.  Unusual for a Thru hiker in the vicinity of Katahdin, he replied “I can’t wait for this to be over”.  I told him I could relate and then followed him north.  He was too fast for me but I caught him again when I found him talking to another NOBO Thru hiker (Brad, who I’d seen the previous afternoon near the end of my hike).  After that, I lost the first guy and walked with Brad for a while.  He was a Veteran (Marine) who had done several long distance trails of several kinds (biking, hiking, canoeing).  Most interesting of all, however, was that he had seriously injured his ankle in Vermont but had quickly resumed his Thru hike while wearing a leg brace/cast!  He talked a lot about his pet peeves (especially anything related to the AMC) and other things that sounded like conspiracy theories.  So it was no surprise when I learned later (from the first hiker I’d met) that his trail name was “Gribble” (I assume from the “King of the Hill” character).  But, initially, I really enjoyed hearing about his hike.  We crossed the Third Mountain summit (amazing views) together and then he got ahead of me while I was snapping photos.  When I caught him later, though, he was walking in my direction because the trail markings were quite confusing.  When I reached the place that had tripped him up, I found white blazes heading off in two separate directions (actually three, if I counted the ones behind me).  By process of elimination, we found the correct path.  When Brad stopped to get water, I continued on alone and soon crossed Columbus Mountain.  The weather was overcast but I got some more views, especially of some steep peaks to the north.  From time to time, especially in the exposed areas, it felt like rain but I believe this was mostly a factor of the extreme humidity in the area.  Even though the temps probably never passed 75 degrees, I spent most of the day covered in sweat… Upon reaching the Chairback Gap Shelter, I took a snack break and talked a bit more with the first Thru I’d need (never got his name).  After he left me alone again, the only people I saw for the rest of the hike were three SOBO Thrus.  Meanwhile, I climbed to the summit of Chairback Mountain and marveled at some more great views.  This ridge was extremely steep, with a huge cliff face to avoid as I walked the trail. This led to a huge descent too - as I descended down the treacherous trail, I wondered if there were any east places left for me to hike… Before I was done, I had to navigate a series of annoying PUDs, complete with mud, rocks, roots and standing water.  Added to the fun: the last mile was basically a muddy slide.  A hike in Maine wouldn’t be complete without a fall and I managed to log another one of those before the end.  Needless to say, I was very glad to finish my hike (at around 1700, after about 9 miles) and find my dad waiting at KI Road.  Along with him were three other hikers that I’d seen the day before - they were waiting for a re-supply.  My dad then drove us back to the Gorman-Chairback Lodge for dinner.  Once inside, we joined the folks who were staying there overnight and had some great conversation while eating a delicious meal.  We even got to have a beer (Baxter Lager Road)!  It started raining again while we were eating.  We were finished at 1845 and I was able to refill my water bottles before we left.  We next drove to our campsite (Pleasant River No. 5), where we spent the rest of the evening relaxing, reading and prepped for next day.  Turned in for the night at 2200.  Long day but definitely a good one!  Crossing fingers for more HMW tomorrow... AT Today = 7.0 miles / Grand Total AT = 2030.4 miles

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 3

With wet weather threatening most of Southern Maine, I was fortunate to be so far north - the forecast looked a bit nicer.  We got up early (0515) and I had time for some reading.  It had not stopped raining overnight, unfortunately...  We cleaned up campsite and got ready to leave Solon.  On the road by 0645, we used US-201A to reach US-201 and then continued to Bingham.  We got gas and breakfast at North Country General Store (0800) and then drove north and east on ME-16.  After reaching Monson, we took Elliotsville Road (north of town) and located the Little Wilson Falls Camping area (run by the Elliotsville Foundation).  I’d been hoping to find a spot where my dad could meet me after I finished a longish hike and, after we checked out the roads and parking, it appeared that the location fit the bill.  We then drove north on Bodfish Valley Road until it dead-ended near Long Pond Tote Road, which would also allow me to access the AT.  The land there was private but a sign told us the owners allowed day hiking.  Since it had stopped raining by this point, I said goodbye to my dad and headed into the woods (0945).  The dirt road, which closely followed the Long Pond Stream, was quite muddy but was also rather flat.  This meant that I was able to reach the AT with minimal effort after only a little more than a mile of walking.  I then started SOBO on the AT from a location just west of the base of Barren Mountain and was quickly reminded of how many roots cover the trails in Maine.  It was overcast and cool (mid 60s) and the elevations ranged between 800 and 1300 feet - a far cry from all the 4000+ feet ridges I’ve been on during the Summer of 2022... My FarOut App said that I was about eight miles from Little Wilson Falls, which I’d last visited in October 2014, so I tried to keep up a good pace so I’d reach the end of my hike soon enough that my dad didn’t have too wait too long for me.  Along the way, I passed dozens of NOBO Thru hikers (and one section hiker) - all of them seemed very happy to be within 100 miles of finishing the AT (infectious vibes!).  About half way through my hike, I took a short break at the Wilson Valley Lean-To.  After resuming my hike, I had an unusual experience: I reached Big Wilson Stream and found no bridge or stepping rocks.  Instead, there was a rope hung across the 100+ wide river, as though that was all I’d need!  I stowed all my gear high up in my backpack and stepped out into the rushing waters, unsure of water depth or footing.  I made it about three quarters of the way with water to my knees but then it got deeper and the force of the water increased.  By the last 10 feet, I was holding on to the rope for dear life and struggling in the nearly waist deep river.  I was quite relieved to make it across - needless to say, I got VERY wet...  Before I continued south, I had some funny encounters with other hikers as they assessed the river obstacle.  The trail proceeded uphill after this “swim” and I had to put up with a squishy feeling in my shoes, as well as slippery boot treads, as I traversed a rocky section called the Big Wilson Cliffs.  Somehow, I made it without falling and then spent the rest of the section in rolling, rocky and rooty conditions.  After passing the upper section of Little Wilson Falls, I’d reached my end point.  I took a side trail (called “Logging Road” on my map) and soon realized this was a mistake - there were LOTS of trees down and I was basically bushwhacking.  Fortunately, I could hear the river below me and was able to find a more-well-traveled (blue blazed) trail that eventually took me to the parking area (1600).  My dad was waiting with food (hotdogs & cookies) and drink and this made my 12ish mile, 6+15 hour walk feel like a success!  It was nice to relax there, listening to the sound of the river and drying in the sun.  As a result, we stayed there until 1730.  At that point, we repositioned to the campsite area nearby.  My dad had a nice heater that I used to dry my boots and clothes.  We were the only people anywhere nearby at that point, so we spent the rest of the daylight listening to the radio, reading, talking and relaxing.  After it was dark, I went outside the RV to see if I could spot any Aurora Borealis - no luck, unfortunately...  During the evening, we heard a loud, Barred Owl and a passing train.  Went to bed by 2100.  It was a great day of hiking - hope to get some more HMW miles tomorrow! AT Today = 7.8 miles / Grand Total AT = 2023.4 miles

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 2

After a quiet night at Moose Brook, we got up early (0600) and got ready for a day of AT hiking!  We departed the campsite and went to breakfast at McDonalds in Gorham (0705).  My dad didn’t like the ordering kiosk so I got the food for him (he still wasn't happy, though...).  We ate our food outside at picnic tables.  Afterwards, we drove to the Stony Brook Trail parking (on NH-16).  My dad dropped me off at 0745 so I could climb up to the Carter-Moriah Ridge.  It was cool (60s) and overcast with a light breeze.  The trail was well marked with blue blazes and wasn’t very steep until the last mile.  As a result, I easily covered the 3.6 miles and reached the AT by 0945.  While I was taking a break at the junction, two young guys (NOBO Thru hikers) passed and we talked briefly.  They mentioned that they had really enjoyed the Whites but were glad they were over.  I also learned that the two of them had met each other on day two of their AT journey and had hiked together ever since; they cited their mutual encouragement as the reason they’d come so far... They continued north and I followed (slowly).  When I checked the miles that I had left in the section, I figured out that I’d made an error in my calculation of miles I’d have to hike (11+ instead of 10) but this also meant that I’d log more new AT miles.  With this news, my spirits lifted and I began a steep climb up Mount Moriah (4049 feet).  The views during the ascent, especially those to the south, were tremendous - I could see all the Carters, Wildcats and northern Presidential peaks.  The breeze picked up but it felt good.  When I arrived at the junction of the Carter-Moriah Trail and Kenduskeag Trail (both AKA AT), I realized the descent was about to begin without me crossing 4000 feet or seeing the Moriah summit.  This forced me to decide whether to skip the side trail or use it to gain about 50 feet of elevation and bragging rights on another NH 4000 Footer - I chose the latter option and have no regrets!  I ran into the two Thru hikers again there and then followed them downhill towards civilization.  For the next few hours, there really weren’t any views, only the image of steep slabs of granite as far as the eye could see.  I carefully managed each step and didn’t fall down, thankfully.  Before too long, I reached the junction of the Rattle River Trail (AKA AT).  All the navigating and trail changing can sometimes be confusing but I didn’t get lost this time… I only saw two other hikers: one old guy (SOBO Flip Flopper) and a recently-retired electrician named Mark (NOBO Thru).  I caught the latter about halfway down the nearly 3500 foot descent and hiked with him to the road.  Along the way, we discussed his hike (amazing stories) and he asked me for my thoughts on the Mahoosuc Range (I held nothing back).  By the time we reached the Rattle River Shelter, a place I’d last visited in October 2014, the steepness and rockiness of the trail had subsided and we then made great time to US-2.  We arrived at around 1415, much earlier than I’d expected, but my dad was waiting.  I’d covered around 11.5 miles total and finally closed the loop on a partially marooned section.  Now I’ve only got about eight miles of AT left to hike in New Hampshire!  Mark needed to resupply in Gorham and didn’t have a ride so we offered to take him.  I always like to think I’m a bit ahead on trail magic but I am always glad to pay it forward, just in case... We drove into Gorham to drop Mark off at the Gorham Inn (next to Chinese Buffet).  After that, we stopped at Cumberland Farms to get free drinks I'd earned - unfortunately, they were out of stock...  Instead, we ate sandwiches I’d made for the trip.  Meanwhile, it started to rain...  This made me re-think my original plan of hiking in the area the following day.  Instead, I asked my dad to drive us further north on US-2 and he agreed.  On the way, he told me about how he'd explored Gorham and Berlin and was "unimpressed."  We talked to Mollie, who was very interested in our trip.  A bit later, we stopped for dinner at Burger King in Farmington (1730) - that was only after we found out KFC / Taco Bell was closed except for Door Dash (due to a staffing shortage)...  To make sure we didn't have any surprises beyond that one, I called ahead to Solon to make campsite reservation.  With that out of the way, we ate in restaurant.  Afterwards, we continued north to the Kennebec River (via US-2, ME-4, ME-234, US-201A) and checked into Evergreens Campground at 1900.  Since it wasn't a weekend, we were practically the only people there.  We got a pretty campsite, with hookups, on the River.  After that, we relaxed in the campsite, read, got showers - before going to sleep, we had a rousing debate.  We went to bed at around 2230 - a light rain continued in the background...  As a result of our re-position, we are in a good spot for a possible hike in the Hundred Mile Wilderness tomorrow!  AT Today = 5.4 miles / Grand Total AT = 2015.6 miles / NH 4000 Footer #20 of 48

Maine Hiking Trip - Day 1

After weeks of planning, my dad arrived in Hanover so we could go on another hiking trip in Maine.  Our vacation in June was quite successful but I still hadn't finished the AT - my dad said he wanted to help again.  He left early from Southeastern Massachusetts and arrived at my condo at around 1230.  After I got the RV packed with my stuff, we left Hanover and drove north (via NH-10, and US-302).  Explored Bath (NH) on the way to Gorham (my dad really liked the historic area).  We later stopped for gas at Cumberland Farms in Littleton.  We then got on NH-116 and followed it to US-2.  Along the way, we had some good talks.  By 1510, we arrived at Moose Brook State Park.  After getting a campsite, we had trouble parking the RV.  As a result, we never drove anywhere after that.  Undeterred, I went walking and took a dip in the park's local swimming hole while my dad read.  When I returned, we ate dinner (“American Chop Suey”) in the campsite.  Anna was quite entertaining throughout the evening.  Meanwhile, my dad and I read until dark.  Bed at about 2100.  Glad to be on another adventure in my dad’s RV - hiking tomorrow!

White River Junction, VT (USA)

Decided that I would stay in town for the day because my dad was planning to take me to Maine for a hiking trip the following day.  At 0900, I went to workout at UVAC in White River Junction (30 minute swim, rowing machine, reclining bike, weights).  I was finished at 1030 and drove a short distance to Lyman Point Park.  It’s been a while since I kayaked near home (because I’d had so many great weekends for hiking) but today I was able to resume my paddling trek of the Connecticut River!  After a lengthy portage from the parking lot, I put Tequila Sunrise into the White River (at the river junction), and paddled upstream to the Wilder Dam.  Unlike the water above the dam, which is almost a lake, there was a definite current that required a lot of energy to overcome.  Some fishermen told me I’d just missed a big water release upstream too - that would probably have been too hard to resist... Ultimately, I probably only paddled about three miles total (including the out and back) but it was a great stretch of River.  Despite being close to town, I didn’t see any people and encountered a lot of wildlife: beavers, huge hawks, herons, brown ducks and big fish.  The Dam itself looked ominous from the downriver side and there were some rocks near it that showed lots of water wear.  After finishing, I realized how much I’ve missed exploring the Connecticut - hopefully, it won’t be too long before I’m able to continue my paddle to the sea!  Afterwards (1230), I drove back into White River Junction so I could sample the food at an iconic BBQ joint: Big Fatty's.  The place is an "experience" and definitely lives up to the hype!  I also enjoyed some Hill Farmstead beers while I was there.  Loved the ambiance.  Explored a bit nearby and found a local brewery (they didn't allow sampling).  By 1330), I was back in my car and drove (via US-5 and VT-10) into Hanover so I could hike my fifth (of eight) Hanover Trails Challenge hikes at Hudson Farm.  It was a much simpler/easier route than most of the other trails I've tried this summer...  Got home by 1500 and did some packing to prepare for when my dad arrives tomorrow.

White River Junction, VT (USA)

[teleworked early - went to volunteer at UVAC in White River Junction (landscaping) between 0800 and 1030 - home by 1045 - more telework]

Success, NH (USA)

After about six weeks of trying, I finally finished the Mahoosuc Traverse!  My initial plan was to hike it all in a four day backpacking trip but that fizzled... Ultimately, I hiked many, many more miles (mostly access trails) as a result.  Regardless, it’s done!  My day began a bit later than I’d expected because I slept so well in the campground but, after getting some breakfast sandwiches at L. L. Cote in Errol (0700) and driving south (back to Berlin on NH-16 and then Success Pond Road), I reached the parking area for the Success Trail and started uphill (0800).  My plan was to try to hike the western side of the section I had left - it included summiting Mount Success (3565’), descending to Gentian Pond and then backtracking.  I expected that the multiple crossings of the steep mountain would wear me out and that I’d just retrace my steps to the car - but I held out hope that I could somehow also hike the remaining 1.7 miles to complete the Traverse.  With nice temps (50s) and a light overcast, the initial climb went well and I was standing at the top of the mountain after only an hour and a half.  During this time, I encountered a dozen NOBO Thru hikers - they’d likely stayed at Gentian Pond and were trying to get close to the Mahoosuc Notch… I continued SOBO, reveling in some great views.  On my way downhill, however, I lost the trail - there were no white blazes and very few cairns.  As a result, I found myself on a yellow blazed trail that seemed to parallel my intended route.  I kept looking for a connecting trail but soon gave up and cursed my luck in getting sidetracked on a day when I really couldn’t afford it.  I was about to start back uphill when I heard the sound of metal striking rock - a quick investigation revealed that I’d stumbled across an airplane accident site!  I learned later that it was a DC-3 that crashed in 1954.  Other hikers were there and they had better maps, which helped us get back to the AT again. These hikers (along with two others we met shortly afterwards) ended up being the only SOBO Thrus I saw all day.  As I’d feared, the descent down the west side of Mount Success was REALLY steep... I kept plodding along, trying to meter out my energy in a smart way, and concentrated on reaching Gentian Pond.  I was distracted, briefly, when I encountered the older couple (John and Sue, with Corgi, Dillon) I’d seen a few weeks before when I hiked the southern end of the Mahoosuc Range.  They thanked me for some advice I’d given them and told me they were about to finish the AT in New Hampshire.  I congratulated them and then continued on my way.  After reaching my turnaround point, I immediately began my backtrack.  By now, the temps had risen into the high 70s and the skies were clear.  Even though I wanted to get back up the hill as quickly as I could, I stopped a few times to charge up on sugar and electrolytes - in this way, I avoided hitting a wall and made it up the HUGE climb with energy to spare.  I stopped at the summit of Mount Success and talked to a local family of four about the section and other landmarks they could identify in Berlin (easily visible in the vista below).  I then realized I was wasting valuable daylight and started NOBO again… When I reached the junction for the Success Trail again, I decided I had enough juice to try to reach the Carlo Col Trail and finish the Mahoosuc Trail.  This would help me to avoid yet another trip to the area and another long side trail climb. I’m confident now that this was a good idea but there were several places along the way where the Trail tried to take more blood, sweat and tears… In two places, I felt like I was crossing the Mahoosuc Notch again and wondered how to get through the areas.  I didn’t fall down but I felt out of balance for a lot of the last few miles - I’d already concluded that this is the hardest 30 miles of the AT but the Great Trail Designer didn’t want me to forget!  Highlight: I passed a sign for the NH/ME border (appropriately, the last such border crossing I have left).  As I finished a steep rock scramble (in the last 100 yards) called “The Ledges”, I decided to bail out of my hike (it was, after all, complete) and hike down to Success Pond Road.  This was a calculated risk because it was already 5:00 and I was extending the hike by over a mile to get a guaranteed downhill.  Still, I made great time to the road, walked a bit on the mostly flat Success Pond Road and then scored big time when a local guy (Craig) offered me a ride for the last 1.5 miles.  At my car (1845), I tried to figure out how far I’d walked and determined that the low estimate was 16 miles.  My pedometer showed 18 but I’m pretty sure I didn’t hike that far.  I did hike more new AT (5.2 miles) than the record suggests, possibly because of trail re-routes since 2014 or some kind of rounding error on a previous hike… Regardless, the long nightmare of the Mahoosucs is over.  Not sure I’ll ever come back to hike any of it again but it does feel good to only have 13ish miles of AT left in NH.  Before leaving the trailhead, I changed my clothes and got ready for the drive. Used the "normal" route (NH-16, US-2, NH-116, US-302, NH-10, River Road, NH/VT-25, I-91) and arrived home by 2115.  Glad I was able to persevere through the adversity this weekend.  Now need to finish the Carter-Moriah ridge!  AT Today = 4.4 miles / Grand Total AT = 2010.2 miles

Shelburne, NH (USA)

Weather forecast for this weekend was, again, really good.  Anticipating some good AT mileage, I departed Hanover at around 0730.  I used I-91, VT/NH-25, River Road, NH-10, US-302, NH-116 and US-2 to reach Gorham.  Got a gas fill-up at Cumberland Farms (0925) and then continued on US-2 to Shelburne.  Weather and parking lot availability were looking when I reached the trailhead for Peabody Brook Trail (0945).  I was walking in the woods less than 15 minutes later.  The weather was good (high clouds, cool temps) and I’d hiked this trail before.  So it was completely devastating to somehow miss a trail sign and end up lost in the first 30 minutes.  I’d been tricked by shorter grass and a well-worn trail and ended up walking about two extra miles (wasted time = over an hour) before I was back on the correct trail.  Was quite annoyed at this setback - although I encountered a family on my way back to the right place and saved them a lot of walking after admitting my mistake.  For the next hour plus, I paid for the navigation error as the temps rose and the sun started blazing.  As a result, the only thought in my head for most of the climb up the ridge was that I wanted to call it a day.  Fortunately, I ignored this impulse and eventually (three hours after I’d left the car) reached the Mahoosuc Trail.  Due to all the extra walking and lost time, I reset my goal to walking just over two miles to the Gentian Pond Shelter.  This ended up being a good decision because the trail conditions were quite bad - VERY muddy, slippery and overgrown.  I continued plodding along, though, but started to dread the backtrack... I passed one lady hiker (SOBO Thru?) but didn’t see anyone else all day.  After my seemingly interminable climb to the ridge, the AT walk (NOBO) seemed to go very quickly.  I had to leave the main trail to visit the shelter but this turned out to be a good thing since I discovered that the Austin Brook Trail was another route to North Road in Shelburne.  I paused for a break on the porch of the shelter and really enjoyed the views and gentle breeze there.  A bit later, I started downhill… The trail was initially very steep but, after a mile, I came to a huge field of clear-cut (lumbering) carnage.  Somehow, I managed to stay on the trail through the wasteland - one of the AMC trail signs reminded me of the image of the US Flag on the Moon!  Eventually, the trail returned to the woods and I later reached pavement again.  From there, I walked about two miles to my car (arrived at 1630 after over 13 miles).  This was definitely one of those “lemonade from lemons” days - I’m not tremendously happy that I walked about 11 miles just to get 2 AT miles - but every little bit helps.  Hoping I can avoid getting lost if I hike again in the morning... After getting cleaned up, I drove back to Gorham and ate dinner at McDonalds (1645).  Next, I drove north on NH-16 (talking to Mollie on the way) to Mollidgewock State Park.  I had enough time to do some more paddling on Androscoggin River - saw some amazing "cotton candy clouds."  Finished with my kayak after dark and then headed to the back of the campground to find my campsite.  Set up the back of my car again (rather than using my tent) - this is getting to be a habit!  Spent the evening reading, relaxing and planning for the next day.  Bed at 2130.  Hoping to get another great-weather day tomorrow!  AT Today = 2.0 miles / Grand Total AT = 2005.8 miles

Woodstock, VT (USA)

I'd been hearing about an upcoming event at the Billings Farm for several weeks and decided to get a ticket.  Before attending, though, my Friday included the normal early telework and volunteering at UVAC in White River Junction (cleaned up after a recent Swim Meet between 0800 and 1000).  Teleworked again from 1030 until 1645, when I departed for Woodstock.  Arrived just before the event was scheduled to begin and found myself in a big line.  Apparently, a lot of other people had the exact same idea for a Friday evening because we subsequently spent a more lot of time in lines (unusual for most of the Upper Valley)... Still, I enjoyed seeing some of the staff that I’ve gotten to know as a volunteer and also learned a lot about the uses for milk from the farm, including a demo of the butter making process.  Now I’m tempted to buy a gallon straight from the cow so I can separate the milk, cream and buttermilk...  I stayed until 1845 and got home about 30 minutes later.  Spent the rest of the evening packing for a weekend of hiking!

White River Junction, VT (USA)

[teleworked in the morning - at 0700, drove to UVAC in White River Junction and worked out (swimming for 45 minutes and then cardio for 45 more) - home at 1015 - more telework]

Manchester, NH (USA)

[after work (1645), left condo and drove to Manchester - used I-89 to NH-3A, then got on I-93 for a short time before getting off on NH-28 - used surface streets to reach the private residence that was hosting the New Student Send-off for the ND Club of New Hampshire event - met the owner (Ben), who gave me a tour of the historic property (built for a mill manager's home and to his family when the last original family member passed away) - not a lot of people but enjoyed meeting some from the Upper Valley - learned more about upcoming Alumni activities - stayed from the start (1800) until the finish (2000) - retraced my route back to my house - very easy driving all the way home (although it was quite dark)]

Woodstock, VT (USA)

After my long hike in the hot and humid north woods, I decided to take it a bit easier today.  Fortunately, I was scheduled to volunteer at the Antique Tractor Day event at the Billings Farm!  This morning, I went to Mass in Lebanon (0800).  It was SOOOO HOT outside!  I did some errands in West Lebanon and spent a short time looking at potential neighborhoods for a longer residence in the Upper Valley.  After that, I returned home to get lunch.  At 1200, I drove over to Woodstock so I could start my volunteer shift  (1245).  For a bit more than four hours, I assisted the staff in helping little kids (and some folks who were young at heart) assemble little wooden tractor toys.  Like I’ve previously said about some of the other volunteering I’ve done at the Farm, it’s pretty hard to have a bad day while watching the sheer joy of a youngster who is building something, especially when the project involves hammers and paint.  During a break, I got to watch a tractor parade and a “race” (slowest tractor wins).  Best part: they “paid” me with ice cream from the Dairy - definitely a bonus on top of the good vibes!  Finished my shift just before 1700 and headed towards home.  On the way, I did a few more errands in West Lebanon - eventually made it to my condo by 1730.  Fun day!

Lafayette-Garfield-Zealand Trip - Day 3

I was awake by 0430 and couldn't go back to sleep.  Instead, I took my backpack and tried to repack it in the common area.  Throughout this trip, I'd been unable to dry anything and almost all of my clothes were damp or completely soaked.  I started with the pants that seemed the least wet, a clean shirt and some good socks (hoping to avoid blisters) and waited until the Hut Croo called "breakfast" at 0700.  We were treated to some good food and skits again and I was ready to go by 0800.  This morning's hike began with a nearly 1000 foot climb up to the summit of South Twin Mountain (4900 feet).  I started close to the same group of hikers from the previous day but left them behind quickly.  When I reached the top of the mountain, there was no view at all because we were completely enshrouded by a cloud.  There was a brief period of time when I had a breeze but the trail (AT AKA Twinway Trail) quickly dropped back into the tree line and all coolness was lost.  Unlike the previous day, when almost all of my hiker encounters were near the Huts, I was passed by several NOBO Thru Hikers (going the same way) and lots of SOBO Thru Hikers (going the other way).  After I reached the junction for the Bondcliff Trail (close to half way), I started to see day hikers - LOTS of them!  I lost count of how many people I passed on my way to Zealand Falls Hut and thanked my lucky stars that I was leaving the trail today...  Like yesterday, the humidity and temps were pretty unpleasant and I once again found myself soaked with sweat.  But I kept on going and made pretty good time (compared to the previous day).  I crossed Mount Guyot (4600 feet) on the way down but it didn't count as a 4000 footer because it was too close to South Twin.  But I did get credit for summiting Mount Zealand (4260 feet)...  Because the sun came out and started cooking me as I walked, I ended up skipping several chances for views of the area (including the Zeacliff).  Instead, I focused on the increasingly difficult descent down the ridge.  Sometimes, climbing seems like the hardest part of a hike - but a steep descent (especially with wet rocks) can often be harder and take longer to navigate the same distance.  By the time I finally arrived at the Zealand Falls AMC Hut (1315), I was pretty tired after my 5+ hours of walking (7+ miles).  I recharged with water and lemonade inside the Hut for about an hour and talked to several people who were planning to stay overnight there.  I'd been unsuccessful in getting a bunk when I tried the week before so had planned to hike back to my car on the Zealand Trail (2.5 miles).  Starting at around 1415, I followed this plan and made my way down a long ravine on a mostly-smooth trail.  I passed members of the Hut Croo as they were bringing groceries and supplies up the mountain and was glad I didn't have to do their job... Arrived at my car by 1530 after about 10 miles of hiking for the day.  Feeling good that I managed to finish this difficult 13.5 mile section, make some friends and enjoy a few nights in a few more AMC Huts.  Thinking back, I figure that I've actually been to all of them at least once...  After getting done, I changed out of my wet clothes and got on the road.  When I reached US-302, I texted the kids (to tell them that I was out of the hiking zone).  Headed west to US-3 and then proceeded south.  Listened to audiobooks on the way.  To reach Hanover, I used NH-141, NH-18, Wells Road, NH-116, NH-10, River Road, NH/VT-25 and I-91.  I arrived at my condo by 1700.  While unpacking, I kept thinking about how I'm really close to finishing the AT in New Hampshire and have broken the 2000 mile mark of hiking the trail in sections.  Feel good about making progress on the goal of finishing some day!  AT Today = 7.0 miles / G.T. AT = 2003.8 miles / AT Left = 181.5 miles / NH 4000 Footers #18 and #19 of 48

Lafayette-Garfield-Zealand Trip - Day 2

After the rain stopped, the Hut got quiet and every noise (snoring people, AMC Ham Radio broadcasts, etc.) made it harder to sleep.  Somehow, I managed to stay in my rack until almost 0600 but then got up to get ready for my day.  Mount Lafayette, about a 1000 feet above us, was covered in fog and several of the hikers I'd met the previous evening were worried about the "chance of thunderstorms".  For my part, I was trying to completely recover from the sugar/electrolyte deficiency of the day before.  After a hearty breakfast (complete with Hut Croo skits), I was feeling well enough to leave the Hut.  It was hard to tell what everyone else was going to do: the two older ladies from Georgia (Mary and Margaret) left by 0730 and I was going to follow them; another family (from SoCal) was so indecisive that I waited longer because one of their group (a guy named Daniel) wanted to hike with me while the rest of his family left the trail for the day.  By 0800, though, everyone said they were going to try to reach Galehead AMC Hut (this was also my destination).  Along with the two older Georgia guys, we all headed up the side of Mount Lafayette (5290 feet).  During the 1.1 mile walk, we traveled through fog and lots of dampness.  Fortunately, the Franconia Ridge was mostly clear and I was treated to some amazing views when I reached the summit (first).  Thought briefly about waiting for everyone else but then realized that the hike was going to be pretty challenging and decided to press onward.  I walked NOBO on the AT (AKA Garfield Ridge Trail) and was able to see my hiking buddies behind me for quite a while.  Mary and Margaret let out a Georgia yell, trying to get my attention, and my last view of them for the rest of the hike was smiles and waves and a line of hikers climbing the stark trail behind me.  Just before I dropped back into the trees, I noticed a tall mountain to the northeast, shrouded in mist, that looked ominous enough to be on the AT - sure enough, it was Mount Garfield (4500 feet).  To get to it, though, I had to descend into a deep ravine, navigate mud puddles and slippery rocks and then start a monster climb to the summit.  Since I feared a repeat of the previous day's sugar deficit, I stopped at the bottom of the climb and charged my body up with lots of energy.  The resulting near-vertical ascent was tough, but not nearly as bad as I'd expected.  On top of the mountain, though, there was a huge crowd of hikers - I decided to skip the "stand on the highest rock" scenario and started downhill again.  We'd been given a weather report that said temps would range between 60 and 80 and I concluded (after passing a summit) that we were closer to the higher temp.  Humidity was brutal and got some thunder-boomers started - I could hear some loud thunder to the south of my position and I started to wonder if I was about to get hit with a nasty storm.  The behavior of the other hikers I started to encounter (a handful of SOBO Thrus), however, indicated that most of them were going to continue regardless.  I decided to keep going too...  Halfway down the east side of Garfield, the AT became an actual river!  This was much worse, in my opinion, than getting rained on (especially since I was already covered in sweat from head to toe).  I made it downhill almost all the way but then slipped on a wet rock and had a nasty fall (cut up the palm of my hand).  Fortunately, the trail got a bit less wet after that and, other than a series of annoying PUDs for the next few miles, I was able to continue alright.  Just after passing the Gale River Trail, the AT began a steady climb to the Hut - I barely had the energy for this but plodded along until I arrived at around 1600, about 8 hours (and 7.7 miles) after I'd started.  At first, this seemed like a horrible pace - I can usually do about two miles an hour and only getting one mile an hour was kind of depressing.  But then the reality of how hard this section was came into contrast: the two Georgia guys arrived two hours later, the two Georgia ladies arrived five hours later and the SoCal family of four arrived almost six hours later.  The last two groups were walking in the dark and the Hut sent out someone to try to locate them after they completely missed dinner.  By the time everyone else had reached the Hut for the night, I'd managed to fill up on water and lemonade, watch a "Hut Talk" about AMC operations, marvel at the friendliness (and lack of fear) of some Gray Jays, chat with about 25 Thru Hikers (most were SOB) and some folks from the Veterans on the 48 (I follow them on social media), eat a delicious dinner and attend a naturalist program about the "Fir Wave" effect.  (I thought about climbing Galehead Mountain, nearby, but decided against it).  While I was definitely concerned about the status of my new hiking buddies, I was relieved that it wasn't me that had a 12+ hour day and missed all the benefits of being in the Hut.  I did come out to check on everyone and then hit the rack (2130).  Again, I managed to get some sleep despite several obstacles (more snoring, kids playing, noises outside).  Overall, I was feeling almost 100% after my second day and the chance to finish the next day seemed pretty certain.  Crossing fingers!  AT Today = 6.5 miles / G.T. AT = 1996.8 miles / AT Left = 188.5 miles / NH 4000 Footer #17 of 48

Lafayette-Garfield-Zealand Trip - Day 1

I've been getting closer and closer to finishing the part of the AT that goes through the White Mountains but had a long section (~14 miles), between Mount Lafayette and Zealand Falls, that could only easily be completed with a backpacking trip.  So, I kept watching the weather until a good three day stretch came along and then made a reservation for a shuttle and two AMC Huts so I'd have the best shot at finishing.  Since the best window was Thursday to Saturday, I took time off from work today.  Before departing for my hike, I volunteered at UVAC in White River Junction for three hours (setting up for the Swim Meet).  At 1030, I departed (via I-91) for AT hiking zone.  Used VT/NH-25, River Road, NH-10 and US-302 to reach Littleton.  Stopped for lunch at Burger King (1155) and then got gas at Irving (1205).  Next, I used I-93 to reach US-302 and then proceeded east.  In the town of Twin Mountain, I took the (mostly gravel) road up to Zealand Parking Lot.  I was following a large crowd of cars and, as a result, couldn't get a parking spot near the trailhead when I first arrived.  Luckily, I had some time to wait - from about 1255 to 1345, I hawked the area and, when someone finally departed, moved my car into an empty spot.  I saw the AMC Shuttle come through during this time but my own ride wasn't scheduled until 1350.  When the driver arrived, I loaded my stuff into the back of the mostly empty vehicle (there was also a LASHer from Nebraska on the shuttle with me and he had a lot of stories about his hike).  The AMC Shuttle driver was very nice and had a lot of intel about weather, Thru Hiker Bubble, etc. I rode with him back to Franconia Notch (Lafayette Springs Campground), with a couple of stops in between - we arrived at the trailhead at around 1445.  From there, I simply had to climb up the Bridal Path to the Greenleaf AMC Hut.  This ended up being easier said than done!  Not only were the temps close to 90 degrees, but my work outside earlier in the day probably set me back on the necessary hydration levels.  As a result, the climb up to 4200 feet was torturous - it took all my remaining energy to reach the Hut by 1800.  Fortunately, the Hut Croo was just starting their dinner spiel and they offered me a pitcher of "double sugar" lemonade so I could get back to the correct electrolyte balances.  About an hour later, I felt much better and sat down (late) for a meal with a few other late arriving hikers.  It turned out that most of them were hiking through the White Mountains and staying each night at a different AMC Hut.  This kind of tour gave them a chance to log lots of miles but "stay in style."  Most of my conversation was with two older guys from Georgia (Al and Bill) - they both had logged a lot of miles on the AT but enjoyed "themed" type trips, rather than trying to log every mile.  It had been a while since my last stay in one of the Huts but I could definitely appreciate their goal/plan: there was plenty of food and lots of warm bunks where one could rest comfortably along such a tough stretch of the AT.  A bit later, a huge rain storm (complete with close-by lightning strike) arrived and parked right over the top of our Hut - that was an even better reminder of the value of using the AMC Huts whenever one is above the tree line.  Lights went out at 2130 but the outdoor light show continued for several more hours.  As a result, I fell asleep quickly!  Will tackle the AT section in the morning - hope things have dried out by then...

New London, NH (USA)

After work (1645), I drove down to New London so I could attend the Lake Sunapee VNA Summer Party (1730).  You might ask: why would he go to that?  Answer: since I'm investigating/researching volunteer and philanthropic opportunities in the Upper Valley, this seemed right up my alley.  The event was conducted at Colby-Sawyer College and there was a great view of Mount Kearsarge behind the venue.  Almost everyone there was a staff member or Medical Professional but I did meet other people who were like me.  I spoke with some folks from the New London Hospital and also met a guy to was a Navy A-7 pilot in Vietnam (and had made Lake Sunapee his home in the 1970s).  During the proceedings, I learned a lot about the organization and they had some good food (I also got a drink ticket for a free Flying Goose Citrus Soul Patch beer).  It actually rained while we were there but the tent kept us dry.  Before leaving, I checked out the Ivey Science Building.  After a pretty easy drive on I-89, I was home again by 2000.  A fun evening!