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... our feet, finally ready to go.
"Rule number 3:" Zan says, “Never be the first one to put on your pack.”
We look from one to the other around the circle. No one wants to break the new rule. “Fine, I’ll do it,” Julie says.
The first part of the day is about what we are used to. Zan has dubbed roots “ankle rollers”, and rocks “ankle breakers”.
“Get it, rollers and breakers?”
Day 1 of 11
Thursday, September 3
Phil's Subaru disappears up the road in a cloud of dust, leaving us and a pile of packs at the start of the 100 Mile Wilderness.
The HMW gets it name from the fact that, unlike most of the Appalachian Trail, there are no towns along this stretch, nowhere to get off and rest or resupply. According to an REI blog I read, the average number of miles between road crossings on the AT is just four, meaning you are typically always just a ...
Phil is up before daybreak, cleaning the showers and kitchen and getting ready for his day's work. "I've got two other guests I’m shuttling to Gulf Hagas," he tells me as I shuffle back from my morning visit to the latrine. "Be ready to go by nine, and I’ll get you to Abol Bridge by eleven."
Grace and Zan emerge from their cabin, laughing about something. Looks like they are making friends. I wasn’t worried about it. They are both intelligent, ...
... around 1:00. We all had dinner at a good Italian family restaurant. Thursday Aug 14: beautiful, comfy morning ~61 degrees. Beach in the morning, canoeing in the afternoon. Good dinner at a Cajun restaurant in Milton. Friday Aug 15: day at the beach at Cape Henlopen Park. It took all day but Leah finally went in almost all the way into the surf. Eric was with us. Sat Aug 17: Beautiful wedding at Nassau ...
It is September 29, 1960 and I have reached the top of Maine known as Aroostook County. This is a major potato growing area. I drove through Maines pinde wilderness on state route 11. I stayed in Rocinante for the night. I met a great family and had them over for wine. The family that came over was French Canadians and they were very nice. They crossed the border each year to help with the harvest. I enjoyed Aroostook. Now it is time for me to head to Lancaster New Hampshire. ...