A cute video

The hikers are recuperating.  Meredith is in New Jersey, seeing friends and trying to rebuild her swimming muscles.  Robby and I are trying to organize our house and making multiple trips to Goodwill.


While we were on the trail, Meredith wanted to make a video for her boyfriend to commemorate their dating anniversary.  Her friend, Anshul Kamath, had suggested the format and we took many videos along the trail to string together.  (Anshul is the one on the right in the above picture.)  I was attempting to make the video and then decided Anshul would do a better job, which he did!  I hope you enjoy.  The scenes are not in chronological order and you might notice that the mid-atlantic states are missing, both because there aren’t really mountains and valleys and because I think they were too depressed and tired to video there!


Oh, and the “rock” thing is some kind of inside joke with Jean, Meredith and Anshul.  I didn’t try to understand it.  Enjoy!


IMG_3857.JPGThey are done!  It might be complicated to piece together how they spent their last days on the trail so I will try to summarize:

Day 152:  I returned them to the trail in the middle of the 100 mile wilderness.  They slackpacked, retracing their last 5.5 miles, did another 16 miles, met the Shaw’s hostel resupply person and took their packs and then hiked another 6 miles.


Day 153:  Longest hike with full packs:  29.6 miles.


Day 154:  Hiked 15 miles out of the wilderness, met Jean and me at Abol bridge, we drove them to Katahdin Springs campground and they hiked 10 miles southbound, slackpacked back to Abol (southbound because if they had done it northbound, I wouldn’t have been able to get into Baxter to pick them up because it was too late.

Day 155:  Returned Jean, Robby and Meredith to Katahdin Springs campground to take the AT to Baxter Peak.  They returned via Saddle and Chimney Pond to the Roaring Brook Campground where I was waiting.

Thirty some meet ups later, I am still amazed at how much time it takes to pack up, put on socks, boots, gaiters, sunscreen (so important when you are taking doxycycline), bugspray, water, food, and one last potty run, whether in the RV or a nearby privy.  I wanted them to jump out of the car as I slowly circled the parking lot (haha!)  I hate long good byes.

So I drove from Katahdin Springs to Roaring Brook and spent the day in the parking lot.  Every hour, I did a 0.75 mile loop around the parking lot and campground and spent time down by the brook, even taking off my shoes and rolling up my pants and wading into the brook.  I had lunch with two young (10-12 year old) Boy Scouts who had been left behind because their troop only had spaces for 24 people to hike up to Chimney Pond.  I was a bit surprised that they hadn’t been taught not to talk to strangers and in the hour or so we spent together, no adult checked on us.  What if I hadn’t been a nice person?


After lunch, I returned to the car and decided to roll down the windows but my battery was dead. Arggh.   I had left the lights on from our early morning departure from the hotel.  I knew the hikers would be devastated if we had to deal with this when they finished.  But, I knew Boy Scouts!  By then the troop had returned and they pushed and then jump started my car.


I eagerly waited by the Ranger Station for them to appear from the woods.

I disagree with Percival that Katahdin is indestructible….but I do like the general sentiment.

And here they are!  Such relief.  I never knew what their state of mind or body would be!  They were exhausted but healthy.  Yay!


It’s hard to sum up what we felt and thought.  It’s hard to believe I’m not going to take them back in a couple of days.  We’ll post a few sum up blogs in the next week (including pictures of a clean-shaven Robby, thanks to Morgan!)


Our amazing meal the night before.  We wanted to feed the hikers something pretty good but not go out of our way.  This restaurant was listed on the hotel’s suggestion sheet as “upscale but casual dress.”  Jean called and asked if it would be ok to bring two very smelly hikers.  The person who answered said that they had outside seating and hadn’t turned away anyone yet.  A very funny phone call!

Today was the day! The summit, the grand finale, the final bouquet and all that jazz. On our drive in to Katahdin this morning, we saw a bear cub. We calculated that I had done about 60+ miles of the trail over the course of this year (about 3% of the trail). This is an impressive bear to mile ratio and I am very happy to have seen it. The hike up Katadhin was, despite its difficulty, challenging in super interesting and fun ways. On our way up, we came across a river multiple times; each tim, I asked “does this come from that spring on the top of the mountain?” And each time the answer was, “no, that spring is on the other side and doesn’t produce that much water.”  We had pretty varied terrain on the uphill, and quite a bit of bouldering towards the end! It was quite fun to coordinate and I felt quite accomplished clambering up the side of the mountain. Once up top, I filmed the two hikers finishing, tears were shed and congratulations were shared. They did it!!!! IMG_3858The end of their trek; as we pointed out many times, anything at all could happen to them and yet, they were done! Nothing more to worry about! We saw Tofu (note:  German hiker they’ve been with several times and whom I picked up and gave a ride into Monson a week ago) at the top too, who had hiked up to see the sunrise and had been waiting and resting at the summit for 6 hours before we arrived.


We ate with him and called Amanda and Josh and Morgan (Mrs. King was unavailable because there was better connection at the summit than at the pickup lot at the bottom (note:  I assumed they had reached the top, but I had no idea.  I hadn’t seen rescue helicopters or rangers running around with a stretcher, so all seemed well.  I will be very glad not to be waiting at a trailhead, wondering what they will be like or what problem they have when they emerge.) We drank and ate and then back down another trail; saddle! We had done this part of the hike previously, a couple of years ago with Dusty, Ursula, and Max, but in terrible weather. The view this times made both climbs worth it, and the descent down Saddle was much less scary to me than when it was completely in fog, as I summed up by saying,  “it’s a lot less scary to know that if I fall I bash my head against some rocks as opposed to plummeting to my death in an unknown abyss.”  The hike down was quite hard, as my legs were shaky and tired from the ascent. The beginning was fun because we sang songs from Beauty and the Beast and other Disney movies! (note:  I think this is the first time they have sung in a long time…..)

IMG_8924The view from Chimney Pond was gorgeous, and provided a great short break. As we approached the end, we Started to sing Hamilton, though I quickly found out that I had forgotten most of the words. Finally, we arrived at the car! The end of an adventure! I think our hikers have not fully realized they are done, but after  they wake up several times and have the ability to not walk anywhere, and can sleep in more, or just sit down for an extra long breakfast or snack whenever they want, it will fully sink in. I am so proud of them both! They have truly accomplished something spectacular.




Day 152, 07/17/17


A successful day! I was nervous coming into today because we were potentially doing a long day and I wasn’t sure how I’d feel after being sick and all, but after the first five and a half miles, I actually felt quite good and I wasn’t even wiped out at the end of the day. We slackpacked 21+ miles to where we originally planned to have our food drop a few days ago. IMG_3804We had the same outfitter (Shaw’s) bring not only food but the rest of our gear, and then we hiked on another 3.3 miles to a shelter. The first five and a half miles were kind of hard for a few reasons — firstly, we’ve done them before. Twice. And while they’re nothing terrible they’re actually not entirely trivial, since they’re going upward the whole way (not very steeply though), and the trail really isn’t great quality. Plus I was just getting my legs moving again after a couple of days on top of the fact that they felt like the miles didn’t count since we’d hiked them before, so they were kind of bonus miles. But after the beginning, we had a series of four shortish climbs, each followed by a small down, the last climb bringing us to the top of White Cap Mountain — our penultimate mountain! Just Katahdin left! The climb down White Cap was made very pleasant by the appearance of 800 steps (a trail maintainer gave us the number). It was much better on the knees and much faster than a steep trail. We didn’t get to our second break at 12.5 miles until 1 pm, and, while the rest of the terrain for the day looked easier, I was a little worried about time since we were supposed to get our stuff 8.5 miles later at 5 pm. We had a super quick break and then rushed at breakneck speed, since the trail had turned into a lovely, leafy path!! There were still sections of rocks and roots and mud of course, but for the most part it was smooth and fast. We got hit with a thunderstorm and were somewhat drenched during our last small climb before coming down to the road, but the sun was shining and it was all nice out by the time we got to our meeting point — at 4:30! We enjoyed a nice break, ate some food, looked at our naps, and felt somewhat relaxed. When AJ from Shaws arrived a little before five we packed our bags (very quickly according to him) and were off by 5:15 and at the shelter by 6:15. A good trail really makes a huge difference. It’s a crowded shelter tonight with a lot of people we know (Spice, Luna, Karoake, Perch, Chocolate Rain, Captain Underpants) and a bunch of SoBo-ers. We’re camping a little above everyone else to avoid being all crowded in. We had Pasta Marinara with extra Ramen for dinner and it was delicious. Now it’s 8 o’clock and I am happily curled up in my hammock. It was a good day. D

Day 153, 7/18/17


Today was a rather boring day trail-wise (we didn’t go over anything interesting or by anywhere interesting, just generally a flat trail with varied levels of niceness), but we pulled out 29.6 miles. We finally bested our 27 miles in the snow for our longest day yet! (The 32 miles we did in Pennsylvania were slack-packed; this was with full packs!) As I said before, the terrain was varied, with some patches really, really nice trail and some frustratingly rocky and rooty, but it was generally flat. So, despite obstacles, we made good time. We had planned to do 21.5 miles, but we banged out the first 11.5 miles by 11 am, so we thought to ourselves, “hmmm, we’re going to have extra time, why not see if we can do more?” We got to the shelter we’d planned to stop at around 3:30, far too early to stop for the day. But we were a little tired and needed both a rest and food, so we decided to make and eat dinner there before heading out for the last eight miles. This gave us some time to breathe, good fuel for energy, and cut out time when we arrived at camp at the other end since we would each just have a bar rather than having to make dinner. We realized this was our last camp dinner — wow! The last eight miles were definitely the worst trail of the day, but we chugged along and got to camp at a reasonable time. Now I’m in bed at 9 pm — my last night in my hammock!! Many crazy lasts. But it feels good to be going out on this high note, with some good mileage days tucked under our belts.


154, 07/19/17


Meet up at the end of the 100 Mile Wilderness at Abol Bridge.

It was a crazy day today, a big whirlwind, and very successful. We did 15 miles with full packs on before meeting with Mommy and Jean. The 15 miles were rather bad trail, and it felt like quite a struggle to finish them. I was really worried about doing an extra ten miles after, but we had organized it with Mommy that we would drive up to the top of the ten miles to Katahdin Stream Campground, inside Baxter State Park and slackpack the 10 miles SoBo — it was slightly downhill and then we ended closer to town and it seemed easier. Thankfully, the lovely gift of Jean (and Mommy!) also came with lots of goodies to eat. IMG_3831

So while we navigated a ton of dirt roads to find the trail ten miles up, Daddy and I downed hamburgers and Subway salad and chips and crackers and Gatorade. It was a good thing, too, because those ten miles were some of the hardest I’ve done, despite a mostly good trail and flat and slightly downhill. My legs felt like they were just slowly freezing up, and the last four miles we actually did really quickly, because I was afraid if I slowed down or stopped my legs were just going to stop working entirely. It was a major relief to get to the car — 79 miles in three days. Ridiculous! Now we just have 5.3 miles to the top of Katahdin tomorrow!! Jean is going to join us and it’s going to be fun and not stressful.

Sitting by the lake at the Restaurant.

We had a great dinner nearby and swam in the motel pool. Just one more day. Woot woot!




Day 155, 07/20/17


Drop off at Katahdin Stream Campground.  Last goodbye!

We are finished!!! It’s actually done. It feels surreal, but not in the hazy accomplished way, more in the “it’s not going to feel real until I go days and days without hiking” way. Thankfully, we will go days and days without hiking and perhaps it will sink in.


It was a beautiful day to hike, and it was kind of exciting to say goodbye to Mommy because we knew next time we saw her we would be done. The first couple miles were pretty normal trail, albeit a little steep. Then we started to reach some boulders and eventually opened up into boulder climbing for about another mile.

IMG_3850The views were beautiful the whole time, and I’d never been up that side of Katahdin so it was new feeling as well.   Jean thought the hike was especially cool since he’d never really done a bouldering climb that was similar. After the steep section we had a mile and a half on the tablelands, and the whole time we could see the cairn on top of Baxter, which was motivating and really exciting.


I was tearing up the last few tenths of a mile to the sign. It was really weird to get there and know that we’re done, because I kept feeling like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. That someone was going to pop out and announce the rest of the miles we had to do. But they didn’t!!!!

IMG_3864We took pictures, and took some with Tofu, who had already finished. We had a long nice break in the spot we sit in when we normally (note: as in when Robby takes the kids and their friends to camp at Chimney Pond and then do day hikes up to the various peaks of Katahdin) climb Katahdin, and filled the time with calling the family members and putting our rocks on the cairn and finding the present that Mitch Lawson had left for us (note: Robby had left a small present for Mitch last year and he returned the favor.)


It was weird to set out again and follow blue blazes instead of white ones. It felt really, really wrong. Saddle Trail is hard to climb down, but the easiest way down Katahdin. It kind of killed our knees and stuff, and we were pretty tired by the time we reached Chimney Pond, but it weirdly, didn’t matter. The 3.3 miles down to the parking lot at Roaring Brook were quite tiring too, but we finished, and took off our hiking boots, and are never putting them on again. Just kidding. But it might be a bit, we have to recover!

IMG_3230IMG_3231-1We made it to the AT cafe before it closed and got our names on the ceiling tile as well as ate a late lunch. It was a sleepy car ride home, and we stopped at Gelato Fiasco on our way into town for yummy gelato and sorbet. The car had to be unloaded and our stuff somewhat sorted (note: trash thrown away and incredibly smelly laundry sorted out and started), which was frustrating because we’re done but never really done with logistics and organizing done. I’m excited to be home, though.

IMG_3235IMG_3237 We put the dates on the map in the RV and it truly feels like we’ve finished. No more miles!!! They’re all done!!!!!!!!!!! (note:  I found it interesting that Meredith usually wrote in the passive.  Maybe that is just Meredith or her age and experience.  I also think she actually feels at some level as if the trail and the hike were “done” to her rather than she hiked (actively.)  In some ways that is true–they had no control over the weather, the state of the trail, the placement of the trail or shelters or water.  It’s sort of interesting.)




152 – Mon 7-17


A surprisingly good day of restarting on the trail. After a day of rest for Meredith to recover from her illness, we set out with an ambitious goal today, and all went well.


We left our motel in Greenville at 6.15, and Nancy drove us to the Gulf Hagas trailhead parking area, where we got off the trail two days ago. We hiked the 0.2 miles to the West Branch of the Pleasant River, forded it (for the third time – once going nobo on Friday and again going sobo to evacuate on Saturday), and then, starting at 7.15am, went 24.5 miles over the Whitecap ridge (four peaks). Note that we retraced the first 4.5 miles up to Carl Newhall Lean-to that we did on Friday (and reversed on Saturday). We slack packed to mile 21, at which point AJ from Shaw’s Hostel met us with the rest of our gear (this is a good drop point for them). We then hiked another 3.5 miles to our destination campsite – Cooper Brook Falls Lean-to – and put up our hammocks and ate dinner (penne marinara).


Given Meredith’s illness, slack packing over Whitecap went really well – neither she nor I got too tired despite the aggregate 4000+ foot ascents, and we were able to make good time so we were 30 minuts early for our 5.00pm arranged gear drop time at Kokadjo-B Rd near Crawford Pond, mostly because the trail today had some good stretches without many rocks, roots or mud.


Whitecap (elevation 3600+ feet) IMG_3803.JPG our last peak over 2000 feet until we get to Katahdin! It was very rocky/alpiny on the top so we had great views and as we circled around to start to descend we could see Katahdin off in the distance. Storms were all around, and it was quite humid, so Katahdin was fuzzy.


As we reached the Whitecap summit, we heard rumbling thunder a bit to the north of us. It wasn’t until we were down at the bottom of the mountain that we got rained on by our thunderstorm. It lasted about 45 min and soaked us, but since it finished by 3.35pm and we hiked until 6.30, we had ample time to dry off a lot.


Meredith felt well today and kept up a great pace – once again I was scrambling to keep up most of the time. And we’re both psyched that we have a smidge less than 60 miles to go. We plan to finish the rest of the 45 miles in the wilderness in the next two days. There is little elevation gain, but we understand the trail gets very muddy. We’ll see!


Hey, I didn’t fall or break any poles today! Woohoo!


153 – Tues 7-18


Big day. We went an extra 8 miles more than planned, so 29.6 miles, to get to Rainbow Stream Lean-to and set up the end game. This way, we only have 15 miles to finish the 100 mile wilderness, which we can do tomorror by 1 or 2 pm. Then we can meet Nancy and Jean at Abol Bridge and slack pack the first 10 miles of Baxter State Park, which should take 3-4 hrs. They can pick us up or drop us off at the Katahdin Stream Campground via the Tote Rd in the park. That means we only have the 5.5 mile climb up Katahdin to do (slack pack) to finish on Thursday!


Today’s 29.6 miles was our longest single day with full pack, smashing our 27 mile record we set when we high-tailed it to Uncle Johnny’s Hostel in Erwin, TN during the snowstorm. Our only longer day was the 32 mile slack pack through Boiling Springs and the flat pastures around it.

We went through and area with a lot of large, downed trees.  A recent storm, I think.

At our original destination, the Wadleigh Stream Lean-to, at mile 21.5, we made an early dinner (3.45-4.45, mushroom risotto over ramen) as our break before we banged out the last 8.1 miles. We got to camp around 8.15pm pretty exhausted but excited about how this sets up our last two days.

First time we’ve seen a set of aluminum steps with a handrail!  Thanks!

Today’s trail was mostly rooty and rocky, with surprisingly little mud and water and mosquitoes and black flies (compared with what the soboers had been telling us), with some smooth parts. It often ran alongside rivers and lakes/ponds. When the sun came out mid-afternoon, the ponds were gorgeous, reflecting the sky and contrasting with the rich green trees. There was very little elevation changes, except we did climb one mountain – Nesuntabunt Mtn – which is only 1500 feet high, but offered a superb view of Katahdin, whose top was in the clouds when we saw it.


Rainbow Stream, which we followed for the last few miles, had really fast water rushing down deep cascades for long stretches – it was truly impressive.


And our hammocking tonight, our last one of the whole journey, is in a beautiful, open, spruce forest. It’s too bad we got here so late and we had to rush to get to bed as darkness fell.


One interesting surprise that was on the trail, just a few miles into our hike this morning, a Boy Scout troop from Wenham MA (yes MA not ME) dropped off trail magic in two secure barrels. All sorts of goodies from ramen to cookies to trail mixes that Meredith could have. So nice of them!

You didn’t think this blog was going to end without more privy pictures did you?  This privy is so nice and new, it’s named “Potty.”  And, as I sat in Roaring Brook parking lot and took hourly constitutionals around the local trails, I got to watch the maintenance crew dig up and replace the tank of a privy and re-roof it.  Fortunately, there were many privies around the parking lot and in the Roaring Brook campground.

154 – Wed 7-19IMG_3832


The penultimate day! Today was a challenging day, but a good one and sets up tomorrow’s summitting.

Last meal prepared in the wilderness.  Cocoa and tea!

Meredith and I hiked the final 15 miles out of the Wilderness, met Nancy and Jean at Abol Bridge, and then slack packed 10 miles from Katahdin Stream Campground back to Abol Bridge. So all we have left is the 5.5 mi climb up Katahdin from Katahdin Stream Campground. Meredith and I and Jean are going to do that together, and then we’ll descend via the Saddle and Chimney Pond Trails to Roaring Brook where Nancy will meet us.


The last 15 miles in the wilderness today were more muddy than we’ve seen before, but still manageable with enough careful rock and root hopping. We have also observed that a trail next to a pond or lake is always rocky, bouldery and rooty, and for a while today we were going along Rainbow Lake. As we hiked, a seaplane landed and took off several times. Maybe somebody was practicing? t There were tons of small ups and downs, and only one quasi-climb up to Rainbow Ledges, where we had a great view of Katahdin.


It was great to meet Nancy and Jean. We could shed our heavy packs. They have us food (for me, two quarter pounders with cheese, fries, a shake, and Gatorade), which we ate in the car while Nancy drove into Baxter Park and up to Katahdin Stream Campground. Nancy and Jean left us there to slack pack 10 miles back to the Abol Bridge .


During this part of the hike, we passed by a few beautiful ponds, the “Small Niagara Falls” and “Big Niagara Falls” of the Nesowadnehunk Stream and then followed that Stream down through all its gorgeous cascades until it flowed into the Penobscot River. Right where it empties there is a natural water slide, and whenever we go rafting, we stop there to go down the water slide. It was funny to see it from a different perspective.


We had to rock hop across the Nesowadnehunk twice, and both were tricky, even more than usual because we were pretty exhausted this afternoon.


The last few miles, we just hiked alongside the Penobscot; it was mercifully flat and smooth. I suppose that the trail designers know they’d already extracted their pound of flesh from us in the Wilderness, so they’d better take it easy on us here!

The NEOC–New England Outdoor Center.  This was an amazing upscale, all fresh food restaurant in the middle of the woods with a great view.  They also have “luxury” cabins for rent.  Maybe a return trip some time.


By the time we got to Nancy and Jean the second time, we were pretty shot and enjoyed the really nice dinner on the way back to the hotel in Millinocket (River Runner Restaurant) and a short swim in the hotel’s indoor pool. (note: Robby’s swims are always shorter than ours because he is so wimpy about getting into the water, that we’re getting out before he is fully submerged. Was he really a swimmer and water pool player all the way through grad school?? He should have learned to swim in the Maine lakes, the way I did, and then he’d be less wimpy about pool temperature water!)









So in the past 24 hours we’ve had a lot of “lasts” – last night out camping and all that entails – dinner, hammocks, breakfast – and last day hiking with full packs. We’re very ready to be done!

155 – Thurs 7-20

We summitted Katahdin!! Woohoo!! It’s over, done, complete, finished!! And God blessed us with beautiful weather. In a few days we’ll write up a huge thank you to everyone who supported us in so many ways throughout, and give some parting thoughts. But for now, I’ll just take you through the day.


Robby had been worried that Jean wasn’t going to be able to do the ascent.  This is some commentary from Guthook.  Read from the bottom up.

IMG_3847We woke up at 5.15 in the hotel in Millinocket, ate breakfast while driving out to Baxter State Park, and started hiking around 7am. IMG_3223Before we set foot on trail, I gave Meredith a rock that I picked up in the 100 Mile Wilderness for her to carry to the top of Katahdin and leave there. You see, the fundamental reason that she (and we) were hiking the AT is that she has lived in the shadows of her very confident and accomplished older sister and brother, and she wanted to prove to herself and the world that she was tough and could conquer her own hard challenge. So I told her that this stone represented her feelings of inadequacy, incompetency, non-toughness, non-accomplishment, which have been weighing her down like an albatross around her neck. And she’s going to cast them off, get rid of them altogether. And  accomplishing this thru-hike proves that she is tough, accomplished and competent. So it’s fitting that she leaves that emotional burden behind her at the top of Katahdin. I guess it’s sort of like Frodo taking the ring back to Mordor – we often joked on the trail that we were heading toward Mordor aka Katahdin.

IMG_3850We did the 5.3 mile, 4200 foot elevation gain, hike in about 3.5 hrs. The first 2 miles were normal with not too steep of a slope. Then we got into bouldering for a while, but still in the treeline. Then we got into a stretch of really challenging bouldering exposed above treeline (see the comments from others about this stretch). Then with 1.5 mi to go, we got to the Gateway, the top of the bouldering,from which point we were hiking across the tablelands along a gentle slope to the top.


As we approached the sign, we both got quite emotional, and Jean caught this on video. Meredith put her “Mordor” stone on the summit cairn (which is about 10 ft high!) along with a stone she brought all the way from GA. And I then gave her a gift from Nancy and me to commemorate the successful completion of the AT – a sapphire set in a gold band, made by a childhood friend of Nancy’s who is a jeweler in Brunswick, Maine,  Keith Field.IMG_3854

We sat down for a snack break looking across the Katahdin bowl to Knife Edge and Pamola Peak, internalizing what it meant to be done and enjoying the view and beautiful day.

We saw Tofu at the summit and shared our snack break with him. He stayed at Katahdin Stream Campground last night and was the only one there and, he believes, the only other noboer summitting today. He heard of 13 others who were planning to summit tomorrow. Tofu had gotten up at 2.45am and hiked up in the dark to try to catch the sunrise. He got some spectacular photos of the very early morning sky. Tofu is from Germany, and he plans to travel around the USA with friends and family until the end of August.

We then descended 5.5 mi to meet Nancy at Roaring Brook Campground, via the 2.2 mile Saddle Trail to Chimney Pond Campground, then the 3.3 mile Chimney Pond Trail. This was not trivial. On the Saddle Trail, after the first mile down walking on the table lands, there is a half mile of very steep descent on scree and gravelly rock and ledges with narrow step-like topography where it’s all too easy to fall. So we made sour way carefully and slowly. It took us about 1 hour and 45 minutes to hike down to 2.2 mi to Chimney Pond. But we made it safely to Nancy with the only casualty being one of Jean’s trekking poles! (note:  I think Robby was kind of happy to have someone ELSE break a pole!)

IMG_3869It was such a relief to get to Nancy and take our hiking boots off – for the last time ever, ever, ever! We’ll, probably not but at least that’s how we feel right now! We went to the AT Cafe in Millinocket for a late lunch. They have a tradition of letting thru-hikers sign their trail names on a ceiling tile, so Meredith added our “Doc & Tunes” logo to the Class of 2017. It was fun to see others we knew we’ll who had finished and signed it – Salesman, Nope, Fax Machine, Penguin, Bear, Sweet Cheeks, A-Pick, Zen Master.

IMG_3883And our last celebration of the day was stopping at Gelato Fiasco in Brunswick on the way home. Yum.

At home we cleaned out the car, which smells really bad because of the great scents of three of us who hiked that day but also all of Meredith’s and my other gear that we shedded after the 100 Mile Wilderness. Eww. (note:  Jean and I discussed that we will almost miss that peculiar, not particularly nice, blend of sweat, pine, and dirt.  It’s not just your run of the mill athletic sweat smell.)

It’ll be great to get back to normal life – shower, sleep in a bed, not carry toilet paper around, not have to worry about making miles and where the water sources are, not have to treat the water (what a concept – just turn the tap and voila you get potable water!), not worry about the weather, not worry about falling and getting injured. But I think it’ll take some time to adjust back. I’ll even look forward to getting rid of my beard and mustache – it’s kind of getting in the way every time I eat.

Now I want to address a concern that Nancy and M and others have expressed throughout the hike – that I wasn’t eating enough and lost a lot of weight. When we got home to Brunswick and showered, I weighed myself – 169 lbs exactly (actually, 76.8 kg, translated). That’s right at the low end of what I used to weigh normally before the hike – 170-175. So all is well. I attribute my maintaining weight completely to Nancy – she was vigilant at preparing us wonderful, protein- and carb-rich meals every time we were in the RV.

Throwing up in the woods…

I thought the next time I’d see them would be Millinocket and we’d spend the night and they’d take two days to finish Katahdin.  But, I got a GPS text on Friday night saying “Meredith vomiting.”   Nothing more.  I didn’t sleep all that well and didn’t hear from them until about 9:30 saying, “Seeing if Meredith can hold down food and water.”  These are the old fashion 140 character texts and, for the most part, I learned later, they weren’t going through.  So there wasn’t much back and forth and I had very little information (which is quite stress inducing.)  At one point, I encouraged, “Think creatively,” knowing that Robby often gets on a track and needs help thinking of other tracks and his helper was probably huddled in a lean-to.  However, I eventually got the idea that they were hiking backwards and the outfitter who was supposed to be dropping food for them was picking them up instead (so much for there not being any resupply points….) So I packed up a whole bunch of stuff in our Suburban (the RV was empty at this point) and headed North.

I have to admit I was a bit annoyed.  I wanted this to be over.  Surely they could have just waited it out.  Why did they need me?  As usual, I listened to podcasts on my 2.5 hour trip and I ended up listening to the last two sermons from our church in New Jersey:  one on friendship and one on love.  I was quite convicted by the Love sermon  (taken from the Good Samaritan story) that I wasn’t willing to go the extra mile and help them.  I was just thinking of myself and my plans and was tired of driving to northern Maine (it’s gorgeous.  Trees.  Mountains.  What’s not to like?)  And I wanted the hike to be done.  What if she had Giardia?  Arghh. They met someone who had thru hiked to Millinocket last year, 15 miles from the end, and got Giardia and were now finishing up this year.  It was probably just a 24 hour virus and she’d be fine.  I’m a Mom.  I know these things.  But no, I listened to this sermon and it was my job, as someone who loves them,  to be kind and patient and go the extra (or extra 125) miles.  One way.


I arrived at Shaw’s a few minutes before them and I immediately sized up the situation.  They needed me.  Meredith was a mess.  I had no idea how she had hiked the 5.5 miles out.  And she  was exhausted and  crying and saying she was done.  She couldn’t keep pushing off the endpoint.  Maybe she’d go to Brunswick and come back and finish it up at the end of August, before she went to school.  This totally panicked me.  could not keep this on the back burner until the end of August.  I wanted it done now.  Nope.  So I told her that of course she couldn’t hike when she was this sick but in a day or two she’d feel fine and they would finish.  Now.  Not August.


The other thing I noticed is that Robby looked great. Relatively. He wasn’t grey and he was moving a lot better. Eventually we learned that the lyme antibody test was negative (which it can be negative for quite a while since it measures antibodies) but I am quite sure that the doxycycline had made this turn around and he does have Lyme.  The doctor told him to finish out the course of antibiotics no matte what.  It was interesting to me that both he and Meredith had this same “lack of confidence” when they got sick.  I remember Meredith saying, “this hike was supposed to increase my confidence and now I feel as if I am totally incapable.”  Robby was still tired (and got obliquely scolded by an old lady in the laundromat for taking the chair and not offering it to me….I explained that he was exhausted and is normally very polite!) but he’s definitely better and has a much better attitude.  Despite this setback.

From the motel.

A couple of days of rest at the Kineo View Motel made all the difference and they seemed in good spirits when I drove them back through the woods today, despite having to retrace those 5.5 miles again! IMG_3208

It was a very official check in on the Katahdin Ironworks Road:  they took information about my car, the hikers’ ages and even my driver’s license number.  They collected the paperwork when I left.

I drove in one side of the K Jo-Mary Mulit-use forest and out the other on a dirt road.  The woman at the other end questioned me about a blue Prius at the parking lot where I had dropped the hikers.  Apparently the car hadn’t checked in at either end of the road and has been there for a while. They are worried about the owners.  And, I would ask, how in heck did a Prius get in that road?  It was pretty rugged. But I loved that they are keeping track and are worried.

Phenomenal Privies at this parking lot.  One for men and one for women. Toilet paper and purell supplied!  They assured me this was not the norm! And in the middle of nowhere.
Yup.  New poles.  There was a surprisingly robust outfitter in Greenville.  Meredith says she is looking forward to going into town (any town, I guess) and neither of them wearing crocs. 


I walked in a couple of tenths of a mile with them to watch them ford this stream.  It was “easy peasy.” 

So, I hope not to see them again until Wednesday.  With their huge desire to finish, they have decided to do the whole Katahdin in one day, but more or less slackpacking.  That’s 10 miles from Abol Campground, 5 miles up and then coming down on the easier, Chimney Pond side.  I’ll meet them at Roaring Brook campground.  A couple of people might just be hiking up from Chimney Pond to meet them on top.  I hope it works out because I’d love to see the video of them reaching the top.



Day 148, 07/13/17


Long(ish) day so short notes!IMG_3770

‘Twas a complicated day. When we woke up it was raining quite hard, so we all looked at each other and decided to go back to sleep and start a little later in the day to avoid the rain. We had a good breakfast (after sleeping for a couple more hours) and then hit the trail about 11:30 or so. It was sprinkling but much lighter rain than before. About a mile and a half in Daddy slipped and landed on another pole and broke it. He was incredibly frustrated but was able to reach Mommy on his phone, and they decided he’d hike back and get a new pole. So I settled in, sitting on a log, and pulled out one of our tarps to drape over our packs and me and keep everything from getting wet from the dripping. He was back in an hour and we chugged on. We ended up feeling good and actually decided to push on and do 15 miles — not bad for starting at essentially 1 pm. Granted we did finish past 8 pm, and we had a rush to set up and make dinner and get in our hammocks. But we did it and were asleep by 10! 99.5 miles to go!


Days 149-151, 07/14/17-07/16/17


This is an accidental picture but Robby really liked it.

This entire adventure is so complicated. It’s never smooth sailing. On Friday, we had an incredible triumph — 21.5 miles! Over hard terrain! We’d caught up to where we had planned to be on Friday night before we had the late start on Thursday. We went over all the Chairbacks today, which the SoBoers all complained about. They had tiny bits of rock scrambles at times, but nothing like Southern Maine or the Whites. IMG_3781I was feeling quite good most of the day, but when we got to camp, I was quite tired and pretty wiped. As I made dinner, I realized I really wasn’t hungry and that my stomach didn’t feel good. So I made the pasta and sauce dinner for Daddy and just Ramen for myself. I drank some tea, since I knew I should hydrate, and got a few bites of ramen down and decided I just couldn’t eat. I spent the rest of the night alternating between sleep and throwing up. Around midnight, I’d finished my three rounds of throwing up and passed out for the rest of the night. IMG_3783I wasn’t good in the morning, although i wasn’t throwing up anymore, just feverish and weak. We really didn’t have enough food to sit around for a day, since we’d planned to get a food drop that day from Shaw’s (the food I had left there the day before.) There was a dirt road five and a half miles back, and so either Daddy could hike back and get our food and hike back in to the shelter, or we could both hike out and go somewhere from there. We decided it was too risky for him to get the food and hike back in, since it would require me hiking eighteen miles the next day in order for us to have the food to finish the wilderness. So we both hiked out. It was really hard, both to retrace steps, and to have this set back. I was really sick and tired and somewhat done. I even entertained the idea of just stopping and coming back in August to finish. But when we got to Shaw’s (the hostel that shuttled us out) and got to Mommy she was encouraging and firm. We were going to finish, but I had to be not sick first. So we found ourselves a motel and I took a shower and a bed. We took today (Sunday) off as well, and I was pretty exhausted this morning but I’ve been eating all day and my stomach feels good, and I dozed most of the morning away. We did all sorts of logistical stuff, and are all set to finish this trail. We’re going to slackpack tomorrow; Shaws will bring us our food 21 miles into the day, so that’ll make getting over our penultimate mountain (White Cap) that much easier as well as aiding me in being potentially tired from this silly virus. We hope to finish Thursday: we’re going to go up and over Katahdin all in one day. This will be hard but we are almost there! I cannot wait to be done.




148 – Thurs 7-13


A lot happened today, but I guess it does every day.


The RV campground we stayed in overnight was very nice. Dense pine tree stands in between each camping lot, which made them very pretty and private. It rained over night and was raining hard in the morning, so we decided to sleep in and get hiking around noon. We left the RV park at 11am, and started hiking the 100 mile wilderness at 11.30.


About a mile in, I fell and broke one of my trekking poles. Since we were still so close to the road (and had such a long way to go to resupply), I tried to reach Nancy who was driving the RV back to Brunswick. After a couple of tries, we connected, so I left Meredith on the trail with my pack, and no-pack hiked back to the Trailhead to meet Nancy who drove back. I got another pole (the recent LL Bean poles she got the last time I broke a pole matched the REI poles I had used a while back (I had broken one of the REI poles but had kept the good one) – they’re no doubt private labeled by the same manufacturer) plus I took two others (no match – these are left over from my other broken poles) in case I broke others! So after that hour or so delay, I was back with Meredith hiking again, with two good poles and two more to spare.


But falling so soon and breaking a pole really hit my confidence level. I’d been tired and falling lately, so I was very concerned about going through the 100 mile wilderness – would I be falling all the time and breaking not only poles but bones?


Our original plan that morning was to go 15 miles to a shelter, but with the lost hour we cut that back to 10 miles. We had a river ford and one that was supposed to be a ford that we were able to rock hop downstream a bit. The trail was very rocky and rooty (no surprise, though I always hope for better!) and slippery because of the morning rain which persisted as drizzle through much of the afternoon. I fell four times today, including on four steps before we made camp. I was, needless to say, discouraged.


But there was one bright spot. When we got to the 10 mile shelter, we both felt good and decided to press on to the 15 mile shelter even though it was 6.15 and that meant getting in late. So as it grew a little dark (under thick tree cover it gets darker earlier), we did one more river ford and we got to the campsite at 8.30. In the dark we did dinner and set up our hammocks and were able to get to bed by 9.45. Though that sounds late, it wasn’t too long a hiking day, and the extra 5 miles put us in a good position for tomorrow.


And we hit a big milestone – we were now less than 100 miles to go – 99.5!


149 – Fri 7-14


From Chairbacks

Today was a hard but good hiking day that ended with an ominous twist.

We went 21 miles over a ridge of Barren Mountain and the four Chairback peaks (lots of steep ups and downs, with some vertical rock scrambling). And coming down the last Chairback, we went down a short boulder field created by a rock slide. We had another river ford today which was wide but shallow.

From Barren Mountain, you can look back and see the pointy Bigelow peaks.


The weather cooperated today (hooray!) and so we had some nice views from the Chairbacks. We could see our last hard ridge over Whitecap that we’d be hiking tomorrow.

Looking ahead to Whitecap, where we’re going tomorrow!

And perhaps, best of all, I fell only once, around mile 18. I was tired and we were rock hopping through water/mud. My fall was kind of dramatic and I got quite wet and muddy, but sustained no injury except to my confidence. But overall I was feeling stronger and more optimistic. We were only five days from finishing – three more in the wilderness and then two for Baxter/Katahdin!


We got to the campsite (Carl Newhall Lean-to) and decided to hammock out despite some reasonable chance of rain. There were some beautiful open pine tree spots for our hammocks. Then as we were preparing dinner, Meredith felt sick to her stomach and couldn’t eat much. We were going to split a rice pasta bag over ramen, so she just ate the plain ramen because it would be easier on her tummy. She didn’t even keep that down. Then over the course of the next few hours she threw up a few more times. Not good!


We have no idea what brought this on. The most obvious explanation is drinking bad water. But I’ve had the same treated water and I feel fine. We’ll see if this is just a virus that passes overnight and we might be able to go on as planned or with some changes. Or if she doesn’t feel well enough on the morning, do we need some sort of evacuation plan? We can’t just take a zero day where we are because we don’t have much food – we were going to hike to our food drop tomorrow so we only have enough snacks for one day. But there is one other option which I’ll look into tomorrow morning. The hostel that is doing our food drop mentioned three options – at 30, 50, and 60 miles. So about 5.5 mi before our shelter was one of their drop points.   Maybe we can hike back and get evacuated by them there. I don’t have any cell service to contact them, but I can try texting them through the gps device to see if that’s a possibility. We’ll see how Meredith feels in the morning.


Well at this point we have only 79 miles to go!


150 – Sat 7-15


Three steps forward, one step back. Today was a day for stepping back.

All the food they had left.  Plus, they had run out of gas.  Meredith had done Robby’s part of the restocking while he was in the hospital and she didn’t know that he sometimes put almost empty gas containers back in the resupply box (why would he?) and he was feeling so cruddy that he didn’t think to ask her about how much gas they had.  Also, since he was feeling terrible and they were getting resupplied by Shaw’s, they took the minimum of food, minimizing weight, instead of always taking that “extra dinner and breakfast” that they have always taken.

In the morning, Meredith was feeling a little better. She hadn’t thrown up since about midnight, and so she tried drinking water – that stayed down – and then eating a little – cookies stayed down, as did a bar (note: these might seem like strange choices but they really were the most bland foods they had.)   We moved all our gear from the hammocks to the shelter so I could be with her. She was cold and feverish and weak and just curled up in her sleeping bag. So we definitely couldn’t go forward. But could we go back? This was the 100 Mile Wilderness. Through the gps device I tried contacting Shaw’s about whether it would be possible to have them pick us up at mile 30, but didn’t hear back from a while. The gps is notoriously unreliable on these text messages. I hiked about half a mile up our next mountain to see if I could get cell reception. Nothing. I finally heard back from Shaws – yay, they could get us. We considered just asking them to bring our food drop there, which would give us an extra day of flexibility. I could hike down and get the food and hike back up. But given Meredith’s condition, it seemed clear to us that she was going to need more than one day of rest.


Deciding to evacuate was a big blow to our morale. We are so close to finishing and want so desperately to do so ASAP. But we decided that trying to push forward was too risky to Meredith’s health and the likelihood that we’d succeed was low. Waiting in the shelter or going forward would just put us at more risk.


So around noon we packed up, I took as much weight from Meredith as I could, and we hiked back down the last 5.5 miles to he Gulf Hagar trailhead parking area on the Katahdin Ironworks Road (dirt). We hiked very slowly given Meredith’s physical state, and, despite the rocks and roots and mud, plus several really bad fallen tree obstacles, and one river ford, it only took us three hours.

View of Mount Kineo from our motel with Moosehead Lake in front of it.

Shaw’s picked us up at 3.30pm, and we met Nancy (in the Suburban, for she had already cleaned out the RV) in Monson and found the Kineo View Motel in Greenville to stay in for a couple of days. While Meredith rested at the motel, Nancy and I went out to dinner and shopping at the local supermarket, and brought back food for Meredith. I’m so glad we decided to evacuate. We hope that after another day of rest and recovery Meredith and I can get back on the trail to finish up.


151 – Sun 7-16


Zero day in Greenville while Meredith rests and recovers from her stomach illness. Very productive day at that.


Nancy and I did laundry at the local laundromat. It was actually quite interesting because it was a combo commercial laundry and laundromat. Two twin sisters and their mother were there doing the linens for local hotels, etc. and directed us which washers and dryers to use and when. They were very hard-working and nice.


Nancy and I also took our gear to Shaw’s Hostel in Monson for our gear and food drop tomorrow at 5pm. Meredith and I will slack-pack from Gulf Hagas over Whitecap to Crawford Pond where we’ll meet them and get our gear and go another 3.5 miles more to a shelter. Nancy will drop us at Gulf Hagas (note: the board at the trail head said “The Grand Canyon of Maine.” Can’t wait to see the pictures.)IMG_3784

Cool picture of the rain coming from our motel.

They are very nice and helpful at Shaw’s. Poet and his wife, who own and run the place, have a very interesting story. He was a high school English teacher in a magnet performing arts school in Florida. He and his wife took a leave of absence to hike the trail in 2008. Then three years ago Shaws was up for sale and they decided to buy it. Poet’s wife’s parents own and run the AT Hostel and Cafe in Millinocket, so they sort of knew the business and could coordinate helping hikers better – both sobo and nobo. Poet was the guy who picked us up yesterday and he told me a lot of stories about his teaching, coaching soccer team and girls bowling team (a quasi title nine thing) and how he was a maverick and refused to teach to the test. Really good guy.


We went to Flatlanders for dinner and had their famous “broasted” chicken. I couldn’t eat it all, or all of the wedge salad, after eating a bowl of clam chowdah (sic).


So we’re all eager to finish up this hike starting tomorrow. We want to summit in four days – Thursday!

Good bye, RV! Hello, Wilderness!

I can’t tell you what an up and down day yesterday was.  When I woke up at 5:30, the rain was beating on the RV roof.  I actually love the cadence of the rain and I love feeling cozy inside, especially with Meredith and Robby with me, but I was dreading that they would have to hike in the downpour, especially Robby.  So I called out, “It’s pouring.  Do you want to take a zero?”  Robby immediately whipped out his radar app (Meredith teases him about being addicted to the radar and weather app and says she can’t wait until she doesn’t have to think about the weather all the time!) and said the rain was going to stop by 11 or 11:30 so why didn’t they delay their start.  We all went back to sleep for a while.  When we got up, I made hash browns out of the baked potatoes from last night that we didn’t eat since we got take-out while waiting for Robby to be finished getting a Lyme test at the hospital (see below.)  At their request, I made french toast from each of them, Meredith’s made from a gluten-free bread loaf I had made at home and frozen.  We did our final “dump” and flushed the tanks with bleach and lots of extra water.  In the rain.  I am glad not to have to take care of the RV and look for diesel and worry about parking and maneuvering but I am also going to miss our cozy home.  She has served us well.  (And if anyone wants to buy a great RV, let me know!)

IMG_3199We drove to the drop off point, about 15 miles north of our campground.  By the way, this was another beautiful site, Balsam Woods.  It seems to be a starting place for ATV riding and even has an ATV parking lot.  Each RV had a large, wooded, private space and Meredith declared the showers and bathrooms the best of any campground.  Robby commented that I am a “campground expert.”  I don’t really think so.  I always learn something every place we go and every place we go does something different.  This time, for the first time in five months, my grey water tank filled up and I didn’t notice until the kitchen sink wouldn’t drain.  Nothing backed up and I just had to do a quick dump but I was on notice:  I’m still not an expert!

The sit-upon is inside the pack so it doesn’t get wet and they have a dry spot to rest.

After I dropped them, I got back on the road to Brunswick.  I picked up a thru hiker walking to Monson and enjoyed a short chat with him.  He is the hiker from Germany and knows Meredith and Robby well.  He was going to spend a couple of nights at a hostel before attempting the wilderness. The turn around in the parking lot was a bit tight and I was congratulating myself on my last tight turn without any accidents, when the phone rang.  I pulled over to answer.  I barely had service.  It was Robby and I heard him say, “I broke…static…static.”  Well, it turns out he broke a pole and wasn’t that far in and had walked back to the parking lot and wanted me to bring him another pole. We’ve kept all the good ones from the pairs where one broke. Poor guy.  He had been calling for a while but I didn’t have service for about 45 minutes and he was already back at the parking lot (he’d left his pack with Meredith. He wanted to come for the pole because he wanted to make the decision about which misfit to take.)  IMG_3202When I got to the parking lot, he was sitting with his head in his hands, looking so sad.  He was upset that they were still on flat ground and he’d already broken a pole.  He said he was on the edge of crying and was so worried that he was going to break a limb.  I convinced him to take two extra poles in case he broke another.  Without a pack, he didn’t have a way to carry them so I duct taped them to his back.  It just killed me to watch him go off and I asked once again if he wanted to let Meredith finish alone.  “No, I can’t let her down.  I just don’t want to get badly hurt.”


I did receive a message about 8 pm.  Despite the 11:30 beginning, the 1.5 hour delay due to the broken pole and my lack of cell service and the wet path, they were only 4 miles short of their original goal.  These guys are amazing.

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Day 146, 07/11/17


Today was actually a really good day, despite it being about 19 miles (18.9)! We got a later start than we’d like, about 8:30, but we finished about 5:45 so it all worked out! We had beautiful weather, and a lot of really good nice trail where we could make good time. We went up and over two mountains — Pleasant Pond Mountain and Moxie Bald Mountain. Neither of the climbs were anything terribly hard, and neither of the downs coming down from them were too steep or rocky.

View down Moxie Bald

It was funny because right before Pleasant Pond Mountain, we stopped for our first break at a shelter, and I was reading through the logbook and there were tons of comments from SoBoers about the mountain being so hard and the rock scrambles reminding them of the hundred mile wilderness. There weren’t any rock scrambles(?) but this bodes well for us going forward if they thought it was hard and it actually wasn’t! It’s funny though, because a few times in the last hundred miles we’ve asked the Soboers for advice on the hundred mile wilderness and such, and they seem to always forget that we’ve hiked 2000+ miles already. They seem a little smug and arrogant and they’re giving advice to people who haven’t hiked at all. Now maybe there are really nice Soboers out there and we’ve just gotten unlucky, but it’s been an interesting experience for sure. The shelter and our campsite tonight are right next to a pond. We ate dinner on a rock looking out across the pond — it was so beautiful and we had yummy mushroom risotto over ramen. This is the view from my hammock!


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Maine is certainly a beautiful place, and made all the more enjoyable by smooth, quickly moving miles.


Day 147, 07/12/17


Fording the West Branch of the Piscataquis.  Luna and Karoke are also fording while an unknown SOBOer waits on the far side.


Today was harder than expected, but we finished it, with a small twist at the end. The miles today were not very notable — no mountains or anything spectacular. The only excitement was two rivers where we had to take off our boots and ford. They weren’t too deep or too cold though, and so were a nice little cool-off for the toesies. Although the miles looked basically flat today, they ended up being rather hard. The first 12 miles or so were decent trail, but rather than being flat, it was a lot of small steep ups and small steep downs — much more tiring than flat. And the last seven miles just turned into a root-filled trail. It hurt the feet and was both mind-numbing and physically tiring. We got to Mommy about 3:15, which was pretty good time for 18 miles. She had decided that Daddy should go get a Lyme test since there was a hospital not too far away and he has seemed so sick (or something) for a while. (note:  I had decided I was going to stand my ground when he protested; I had regretted not taking him somewhere when we were in Rangely, even though it was far away.  Remarkably, he didn’t protest at all. He must have been feeling pretty terrible.)  So we drove him to the hospital. Then Mommy and I drove 20 minutes away to Shaw’s Hostel, a house in Monson where they offer food drops in the Hundred Mile Wilderness. I gave them three days of food to drop off for us on Saturday, 52 miles into the wilderness. This just makes it so we don’t have to carry five days of food, and we also put an extra day of food in the food drop so that if we’re dragging and need an extra day in the wilderness we can do that without carrying six days of food! So we did that and then, after checking in with Daddy. we went and got some dinner (cheesesteak for Daddy, burger for me, salad for Mommy). (note:  I had flank steak marinated, had already pre-cooked baked potatoes and salad was chilling, but I knew we weren’t going to have time to cook and clean when we got to the campground and besides, they were starving!)  By the time we got back to the hospital from getting food, he was getting discharged. The doctor decided to put him on doxycycline until he gets the lab results back, since it seems likely he has Lyme. So that will hopefully make him feel better in the next day or so! We are both tired and looking forward to getting a lot of sleeps tonight. I hope he’s up for hitting the trail tomorrow — I think the sooner we’re done the better for his body (and psyche!)




146 – Tues 7-11


Today was a really great day to start our nine-day push to the finish. We’re doing two days from Caratunk to Monson, then planning to do five days in the 100 mile Wilderness, then a day to hike into the Birches shelter at Baxter State Park (about 10 miles), then a day to summit Katahdin (5 miles but 4000 foot) and descend to Roaring Brook, where Nancy will pick us up.

Beautiful granite trail at the top of Moxie Bald.

So today we did 19 miles from Caratunk to Bald Mountain Lean-to. We climbed up and over Pleasant Pond Mountain and Middle Mountain, and then came down to Moxie Pond, then climbed up and over Moxie Bald Mountain and then came down to the lean-to. Though the miles were pretty long and the total elevation gain was 3700 feet, the trails were good most of the way, so we made good time (started hiking at 8.30am and finished at 5.35 pm) and we weren’t totally wiped out at the end!IMG_3739

From Pleasant Pond Mountain.  Katahdin, in the distance!

Maybe Nancy’s wonderful dinner last night of chicken and sausage with tomatoes and peppers over brown rice, or her breakfast of bacon and eggs and Jean Toast (French toast stuffed with Jif Nutella) gave us that extra energy!


And the weather was pleasant today. Rain had been forecast for the afternoon and evening, but instead we got mostly sunny skies with some beautiful clouds.


At the summit of Moxie Bald we took a long break and had 360 degree views of northeastern Maine. To the southeast, we could see the Bigelows, where we were two days ago. And we could see Katahdin a bit more clearly than when we saw it from Bigelow.



Views from the top of Moxie Bald.  Another windmill farm.


Twice today I had big falls, but didn’t get injured either time. Both times I slipped on damp rock slabs. The first time I fell on my side and bruised my hip, but that’s all. The second I fell backwards on my backpack which absorbed all the impact, so no harm. I don’t know why I’m falling now. Perhaps I’m tired and just not focused and coordinated enough.


We had the mushroom risotto with ramen, with bacon for appetizer. And we prepared and ate dinner sitting on a boulder overlooking the pond. I think it may be our prettiest dinner setting yet, perhaps eclipsing McAfee Knob.


Meredith and I are hammocking right next to the pond. It’s beautiful as the sun sets and the clouds get reddish orange and are reflected in the pond. And this evening, besides the sounds of the bullfrog croaking (Meredith called it a goose), we could hear a variety of water fowl calls, some were haunting.


At the shelter tonight are Karaoke, Luna, Perch, and Spice, plus Chocolate Rain and Sniffles. Sniffles has a flight home (WDC) from Bangor on the 19th, so he has to finish one day before us. That may be a challenge.

Long Portage, the ATC leader.

Two older men are resting near the pond. One man, Long Portage, is the VP of the Potomac AT club and is heavily involved in the national ATC and ALDHA and other AT-related organizations. He nobo thru-hiked the AT and is nw finishing up a sobo section hike. It was interesting to talk to him about the issues of overseeing and maintaining the trail. He said that one of their biggest challenges is the growth in its popularity and use in the past decade, both by thru-hikers and other groups who don’t follow “leave no trace” practices. He said there have been 4000 noboers who started in GA this year. He cited day hikers and camp groups (especially in Maine) and college groups, as folk who don’t really know how to preserve the wilderness of the AT. He said there are movements afoot to try to regulate the number of thru-hiker who use the trail. So maybe in the future you’d have to register with the ATC and would be checked in by the Shenandoah and Baxter rangers.


Meredith and I are sure glad we’re doing this now!


147 – Wed 7-12


Today wasn’t too exciting. We hiked 18 miles to Monson, which is the last stop before the 100 Mile Wilderness. The trail only had a few small climbs, but lots of small ups and downs. Portions of it were smooth, leafy path, but a majority was rocky/rooty with some mud (I think the mud is moderating since it hasn’t rained hard in over a week). The most interesting part of the hike were the two river fords we did – the West and East Branches of the Piscataquis River. They were only calf-knee deep and not strong currents.


We pretty much hiked in lockstep with Perch, Spice and Chocolate Rain. Sniffles left first out of the shelter this morning, and Karaoke and Luna went much faster than we did.


When we got to Nancy in the RV, she took me to the local hospital to get blood tests to see if I have Lyme or something else causing me to feel tired. That’s where I am right now writing these notes. The hospital here in Greenville is small, so the emergency waiting room is a hallway (where you ring the bell for service) and all the ER beds were filled so the triage nurse and doctor and blood-taker all took care of me in the hallway – I very much appreciate their flexibility in order to speed along my treatment.


I fell twice again today. Again no serious damage beyond a bruised knee (I seem to always bang the left one!). On the rocky/rooty rugged trail here in Maine, every step is treacherous – one where I could fall and really hurt myself. It takes a lot of mental focus for me, which is part of the exhaustion. Meredith has become a champ hiking this tough terrain – she seems to hop and glide effortlessly and quickly across the obstacles while I struggle to keep up with her (note: this will be a big surprise to her swim coaches who, along with her family, think of her as a klutz who always has some orthopedic issue going on! Jim, her main coach, even recently wrote her text which included the advice, “Pay attention!” So appropriate! At least in the past.)


This will be our last night in the RV . When we meet Nancy after the Wilderness, at the Abol bridge, she’ll pick us up in the Suburban and we’ll stay overnight in Millinocket because the road there is a very pot-holed dirt road. It’s amazing to think this will be the last time in the RV!


All taped up to avoid chafing.  I’m pretty sure they won’t miss this part!  Meredith’s hip bone is so chafed that she tapes on gauze to provide some extra padding, in addition to her cut up wool socks on her hip belt that she has supplemented with some foam we found.

Meredith and I are excited that we only have seven days left – five in the Wilderness and then two in Baxter Park to climb Katahdin. We’re amazed that we have been able to complete this journey despite all our challenges. This is harder than we imagined it would be. Everyone’s support has made it possible, especially Nancy’s. She’s been incredible.


So I got done with the Greenville Hospital. The Lyme test and a couple of others will take a few days, but the other blood tests came back and are ok. The doctor and I discussed the possibility of Lyme and so he prescribed me a course of doxy to begin since I’ll continue to be out hiking. I hope this will help.

Into the 100 Mile Wilderness.  There were a lot of day/weekend hikers getting dropped off and the guy in the yellow shirt was from Shaw’s, the people who are going to do a food drop for them at 52 miles on Saturday.  He recognized Meredith.  Some of the younger guys were calling out, “Are you thru hikers?”  The north bound thru hikers are really heroes around her.  A guy at the hospital and a family at the campground had treated them like rock stars!  So much admiration.  Note the rain skirt that the guy on the right had made from a dry sack.  He approached us with a handful of tortillas and asked if we needed any.  His hands were filthy and the dirt had rubbed off on the tortillas.  When we said no, he looked really disappointed and I asked if he wanted us just to take them off his hands.  He said yes and asked us to give them to any thru hikers we ran into.  I quietly put them in our trash.  If it had been the middle of the woods, I’m sure Robby would have eaten them!

Saddleback, Sugarloaf, and Flagstaff–and Robby hates rain….

The end is in sight.  Literally.  They saw Katahdin in the distance from the top of one of the Bigelows.  They crossed 2000 miles and have less than 200 to go.  We think their hiking days are in single digits (as in 9!)  This is our last RV campground, my last solo night in the RV and one more night for the three of us.  Really, there are only two obstacles ahead of them:  the 100 Mile Wilderness and that last day climbing Katahdin.  I think we are all confident this will happen.  It could be 8 or 10 days, but I’m betting on 9.  As you read below, these last days have been rough on Robby and Meredith has had to step up and be the encourager and leader (have we mentioned that she leads the hike every single day?  Robby has always believed (taught by NOLS) that the slowest hiker goes first and the strongest last.  So, I think, at first, that’s why Meredith was first but she’s lead for over 2000 miles)  They are working it out.  They’ve spent almost 150 days together and except for some brief times on zeros or at campgrounds, they’ve been together 24/7.  That is rough on anyone and I think they are doing very well.  Joshua has suggested they might enjoy a few days apart when they are finished and Meredith is planning just that:  she wants to go to New Jersey and try to find some swimming muscles.  


I have enjoyed driving around northern Maine.  This is my country!  I love the trees, especially when we get far enough north where great stands of white birches and pine trees dominate the landscape.  I feel comfortable on the roads.  Robby pointed out that the sides of the roads are much wider than in the south; we’re guessing because Maine needs to pile up plowed snow in the winter.  I drove for a couple of hours today without seeing a car and barely seeing a house (camp.)  So peaceful!

I try to have fresh produce when I meet them.  Meredith almost always eats a whole tub of humus!

I spent some time in this “break” finding new boots for Robby (there was only one pair in all of Maine!) and then new poles (he had to settle for what I found…there weren’t many.)  I should have just ordered some when I saw them last time and he was GLUING! his treads back on but he was sure the glue would work.  By the time he texted that the glue had failed, it was too late to order, even with overnight delivery (which has a whole ‘nother meaning in northern Maine.)  I also hung out with my cousins at my Aunt Helene’s.  Her son, Michael, and his wife, Donna, have returned to Virginia. I loved seeing them.   They’ll be back and we’ll probably see them again when we  help move Joshua and Morgan into Manassas since a uhaul load of their stuff is at Donna and Michael’s.  My cousin Dawn cut Helene and my hair on Sunday and Karen made us all BLT’s–minus the T, with some lobster added for Dawn.  Turns out not liking tomatoes is a kind of family thing.  I think it’s because they’ve never had Jersey tomatoes.  I never liked tomatoes until I moved to New Jersey and found out I’d only had fake, pink ones all those years.  The opposite of blueberries where the Maine ones put the New Jersey ones to shame!  I’ve enjoyed sitting around and listening to family stories; some of my cousins, particularly Dawn and Susan, are excellent story tellers.

This morning when I left them.  New boots and new poles for Robby. This is a Southbounder, only on the trail a few weeks.  Can you tell by beard length?  The bounce in his step?  The squeaky clean gear?



Day 142, 07/07/17


We conquered today! This was definitely a very hard day, but we did the 18.7 miles that we had set out to do, which is great. It gives us options for the next few days. Daddy was holding up really well until the last three and a half miles, but he’s revived a bit since dinner and wants to shoot for 18 miles tomorrow, so I’m excited and very impressed with him. (note: she doesn’t mention what happened in the last 3.5 miles! Robby gives us a picture of it below.)

Climbing Saddleback.

This morning he was quite down and very worried about today. He was thinking it would take us about 13 hours and it took about 10, meaning we got into camp at a reasonable time (before six!) and he was worried because we had a long pretty hard uphill to start the day, up Saddleback mountain, and then some alley-oops down and up to the Horn, and then down and up to Saddleback Jr.

Some beautiful views from the summit of Saddleback.

Those ups and downs were quite hard, as was the beginning of the down from Saddleback Jr. Daddy had originally wanted to stop for the day at the next shelter, but we got there about 1:15 and he was feeling a bit more confident, so we took a long break and chugged on. We had a sharpish down but it didn’t kill our knees too much. There was a river that we were supposed to have to ford but there were easy rocks to use to hop across so we just rock hopped and started climbing up. It was a good up for a while and then somewhat flat before we took a break at a stream. After that break we hit a hard and somewhat steep up for a couple of miles, which made us both tired but Daddy especially. The last couple miles were just wiggling up and down, and the trail was somewhat decent. We had ratatouille and ramen for dinner, and we’re both sleeping in the shelter tonight since it’s supposed to rain in the night. I did fine sleeping on the ground in the huts so I figure I’ll be okay in the shelter (note: she had thought that the flat shelter sleeping was harder on her neck than the hammock), plus it’s nice to be near Daddy and not off in the woods by myself! And it’s nice to be dry. I am hopeful about tomorrow and quite relieved about today!


Day 143, 07/08/17


This was definitely a good day to have over and done with! We did the 18.6 miles we’d hoped to do, leaving us with just 32 miles to do over the next two days. We have less than 200 miles to go (183!) and have crossed over 2000 miles! Big number. We went up and over Spaulding Peak first thing in the morning, and then went along the side of Sugarloaf (there was a half mile trail to the summit it but we did not do that). On the way down from Sugarloaf, we had some steep bits and some rock climbing but it wasn’t too bad or for too long. The frustrating part actually was that it wasn’t raining out but all the trees and plants were wet from some rain last night, and there were all these teenage-age fir trees that were sticking into the path and so we were soaked from the trees! We had a steep climb up to both the south and north peaks of Crocker Mountain, but we made it over both peaks before it started to rain. Coming down from the Crockers wasn’t super steep but it wasn’t exactly gradual either. For the first couple miles there were a fair amount of rocks in the trail. Unfortunately Daddy had a bad fall at one place and got quite frustrated trying to get up, while it was raining and thundering. But it cleared up before we got to the bottom of the mountain and we had clear blue skies the rest of the day. We had a dip down to a campsite area where we took a break and ate a lot of food since we were both feeling kinda tired. Then we had two and a half mile climb up part of Bigelow and a 0.8 mile wiggle to our shelter – Horn Pond Lean-tos. Tomorrow we just have a couple of miles of wiggling up and down some peaks, and then we have a pretty gentle time coming down Bigelow and then we will be officially out of Southern Maine! (note: I take exception with calling this “Southern Maine.” Western Maine? It’s not in the south. Brunswick is in the south.  Kennebunk, Portland, Kittery.  The Southern part of the Appalachian Trail in Maine?) The terrain gets flatter and hopefully easier. It will be good!


Day 144, 07/08/07


Meredith, Mismatch, Luna, and Karaoke atop Bigelow.

Today was a longish day but definitely a good one and one of the more enjoyable ones in recent memory! Bigelow was absolutely beautiful. We got to walk along the ridge for a bit and it was a beautiful blue sky and sunny day. We could look back to sugarloaf (which we went around yesterday) and WE COULD SEE KATAHDIN! Off in the distance but not TOO distant! It was an exciting start to the day. We had a long and slightly steep down from Bigelow, during which Daddy fell and snapped yet another pole (although he was able to kind of finagle it back together and later we fixed it still more by mixing and matching with my pole so that both his poles were the same length.)  IMG_3700 We were pretty tired so we took a break a tenth or two earlier than we’d planned. We found this beautiful viewpoint where we were looking at Little Bigelow (our next climb). It was a beautiful rock face and was exposed to the sun, but since it was low down (as opposed to on a ridge or something) we didn’t have any of the wind. IMG_3709It was a lovely break and kept us going up over Little Bigelow and down to the Little Bigelow shelter where we sat by a lovely stream and had another nice long break. The last seven and a half miles of the day were generally good trail, a mix of a nice leafy path but sometimes rooty and rocky. Overall, definitely better than what we’ve had. We’re officially out of Southern Maine now, meaning we’re out of the hard part of Maine!

A great view of Saddleback between the two privies! 

Daddy is still quite tired and a little down but he got excited talking about the end (it’s in sight!) at dinner. We’re hammocking out by Carrying Pond Shelter. Since it’s a nice night, I went for a dip in the pond, which felt lovely. I am quite tired but very relieved that these last three days are over — I was worried about them. Tomorrow we have 14 very flat miles to Mommy, so we should finish early-ish and not be too tired and get to enjoy most of the afternoon off! 165 more miles!

Meredith walking the Bigelow Ridge.

Day 145, 07/10/17


Meredith finishing breakfast under the hammock fly since it was raining a bit this morning.

We finished these four days! Definitely a good section to conquer. 150 miles left; we can do it! We only had 14 miles today, and they weren’t easy (it’s never easy), but they were manageable, basically flat.

Meredith crossing a rocky man-made dam at Pierce Pond.

The trail had its bad moments but it also had some good ones. About ten miles into the day we took a break at a shelter that was right on a pond and met these two old ladies who had hiked up from the road, one of whom had thru-hiked in 2008, and the other was on her first back-packing trip at age 79! Very cool. IMG_3730We got to the ferry across the Kennebec in time (hours are from 9-2). Since the river was high from recent rain, the guy who canoed us across had Daddy help him canoe! The guy knew Morgan too, from living around here, which was a very fun connection to make. We met Mommy just after the river. We had a nice afternoon, somewhat “off”, but of course it involves packing and planning and showering and more planning. I will be happy to get through this next short segment (just two days) because after that we will enter the Hundred Mile Wilderness — the last obstacle before Katahdin!


Meredith’s hair is long enough that she has it pulled back into two pony tails.  Robby’s curls over his collar in the back.




142 – Fri 7


Today was a hard hiking day for me.


After a really nice stay in the RV at a pretty wooded campground on Rangeley Lake, and a breakfast of warmed up leftover pizza (which was great!), we started at ME Rt 4 and did 18.5 miles up and over Saddleback, the Horn, Saddleback Junior, then down to Orbeton Stream and falls, then up Lone Mountain to Spaulding Mountain IMG_3664.JPGlean-to. It was a lot of vertical – about 5500 ft. And there was a lot of scary rock climbing down from Saddleback and the Horn.


I was doing fine until the climb up Lone Mtn got steep. I ran out of gas and had to take it slowly. I felt like my legs were weak and I was stumbling my way up hill (and then flattish for the final two miles to the shelter) being propelled and kept upright by my poles.

Looking forward from Saddleback to the Horn and Saddleback Junior.
Looking back from Junior to the Horn and Saddleback.

Most of the hike from Saddleback all the way to Saddleback Junior was above treeline and afforded beautiful views all the way around. We could see Rangeley Lake in its entirety. And the town of Rangeley. We could also see the ski trails of Saddleback, plus buildings at the base of the slope.

On the way up Saddleback, Piazza Rock just sticks out.  It’s huge; maybe a 25 foot overhang?

Overall we made good time and got to the lean to by 5.45pm and had ratatouille and ramen for dinner. It was a nice end to a hard day.


Along the hike today we passed noboers who we had long seen on shelter logs – Yogi and Booboo. It turns out Booboo is a girl and Yogi her dog! She began in GA on Feb 4. And with her is Tenacious D who began on Jan 14. We also leapfrogged today with Mismatch, a nobo section hiker. We only passed about 5 soboers today, a small number compared to how many we’ve been passing for the past week or so.


Our lean to tonight was quite crowded – a couple of soboers, a couple of local weekenders, a couple of sectioners, and a couple of noboers. There are three guys renting and one hammocking, even though it’s supposed to rain tonight.


At certain points today, when we were going down the steep rock jumbles (as M calls them), where it feels like every single step I take could send me plummeting to my grave, I just felt overwhelmed and wanted to quit. I’m just kind of fed up with this! But of course I won’t quit. We only have 11-12 more days. Tomorrow we cross over 2000 miles completed and under 200 miles to go. We can’t wait to finish.



143 – Sat 7-8


From Robby:  “Our daily selfie.  I know I always look worried.  That’s not because I am worried about hiking.  I’m worried about getting both of our faces in the picture.”

Today was a tough day, and I hope it will be a positive turning point, especially in my spirits! It was another long hiking day, wherein we did 18.5 miles with over 4000 feet in climbs. And while we were descending Sugarloaf, which had some technical sections, we had thunderstorms – a half dozen thunderclaps and rain. I fell several times today, once cutting my palm/thumb and the other time twisting my ankle (which seems to be a daily occurrence). I was so tired and frustrated that I yelled out “I hate this! I hate this!”. There is truly nothing that I hate more in hiking and camping than rain (note: he says that the civilized rain of London will be just fine!) And on this thru-hike, you have no choice but to hike and camp in whatever weather comes your way – because you have to make the miles. In the last couple of months we have taken two zero days off because of forecast heavy rains. But you can only do that selectively – you can’t avoid the preponderance of the rainy days. And being tired, plus just wanting to finish up this hike (after a record wet spring and summer!), plus seeing the forecast of rain for the next five days, plus my rain gear being absolutely useless to keep any water out, plus the treads on my boots coming off (glue and tape aren’t holding them on), I just have a very short fuse now to vent my frustrations.


This put Meredith in a tough position. She also wants to finish up ASAP, but realizes the aggressive pace she’s set between now and Katahdin puts pressure on me and may contribute to my falling lately. (note: she doesn’t think it is aggressive…) She suggested that I take a couple of days off while she hiked from Caratunk to Monson and rejoin her for the 100 mile wilderness and Katahdin finish. No way. I’m finishing this out. I was a bit offended (and told her so) that she would think of going on without me. (note: I think this speaks to her conflicting desire to finish but not knowing how to deal with a Dad who is less than superhuman! We’ve never seen him fail to conquer whatever he set out to do. Actually, I’m not sure we’ve ever seen him do less than spectacular in whatever he set out to do!)


But the day turned around. We made it to our destination shelter (Horn Pond Campsite) by about 5pm (recognizing we started hiking at 6.30am), the sun came out and the forecast for tomorrow is better – only 20% chance of rain. And tomorrow should start the easing of the trail – we are only going 17+ miles, have few significant climbs – the Bigelow Horns and Peaks (West and Avery) and then we descend and do lower-altitude wiggles and climbs. This all should be much easier than the past two days. I can only hope.


We hit 2000 miles!  AMAZING!  The first marker (in Meredith’s pictures) made of sticks corresponds to the Guthook measure.  The second (above) put up by the MATC is a few miles further and there’s another 15 miles after that.  This is because the trail changes each year.  We have a picture of our kids on top of Katahdin saying Springer Mountain, 2178 miles (it’s 2190 this year!)

We crossed two big milestones today – less than 200 miles to go and over 2,000 miles hiked! It’s funny, because the trail has changed so much over the years, there are 2000 mile signs in several different locations, some ten miles off where the actual 2000 mark is today!

The Civilian Conservation Corps did a fantastic job with all the stone stairways in Maine.

The campsite tonight is large – two 8-person shelters plus many tenting sites. There are a whole bunch of soboers, plus four noboers whom we’ve hiked with before (Karaoke and Chocolate Rain) and one that we haven’t (Yoga), and two flipfloppers we’ve seen in the shelter registers (Spice and Luna). Karaoke and Perch (guys) and Luna and Spice (girls) are hiking together and were in Stratton yesterday staying up late drinking and singing karaoke. On their 5 mile hike up to the shelter from Stratton, Perch fell and hit his knee hard so it still hurts a lot tonight and he can’t move it. He’s hoping it’ll feel better tomorrow.


I forgot to mention that at last night’s shelter we encountered a first – the two local weekenders smoked pot (and also did so this morning). They said it’s legal in Maine now, and not just for medicinal purposes. (note: it’s only legal in private spaces. I think the AT is officially a public space.) I thought it was sad that these two guys seemed to make this a regular practice.



144 – Sun 7-9


Well, the day started out pretty poorly. Actually it was last night after I went to bed in the lean-to. The soboer sleeping next to me was a very loud and persistent snorer! Not quite as loud as Tank back in NC, but a close second! I tried nudging him to get him to shift sleeping positions or turn over so he’d stop, but he didn’t respond. All the other people in the shelter were also kept awake by him – Perch, located on my other side, offered me some earplugs. I declined because they really don’t help me much. At 10.30pm I decided to grab my hammock and sleeping stuff and went over to the tent site where Meredith had hung out up her hammock and put mine up. I was pleasantly surprised it was pretty easy to do this in the dark. Then I had a hard time falling asleep, so I read some and started a crossword puzzle. I checked the weather forecast and decided to put my rain fly over my hammock. It’s a good thing because, guess what, it rained a bit in the middle of the night. Not a lot, but just enough to remind me that I hate rain when hiking and camping.


Great views of Flagstaff Lake and other directions from atop Bigelow.  Flagstaff was formed by damming the Dead River to make a hydroelectric reservoir in the 50’s.  A whole town was flooded out and, as expected from good Maine folk, many refused to leave until the very last minute.  The lake isn’t all that deep and sometimes you can see parts of the town below you.

We did another 18 mile day, over all the Bigelows (Horn, West Peak, Avery, Little) and a few other hills, to get to East Carry Pond Lean-to tonight. That leaves us about 14 miles to the Kennebec Ferry to get us to Caratunk where we’re meeting Nancy in the RV. Today was again over 4000 feet in climbs, and I was once again pretty wiped out by the end of the day. But the Bigelows mark the end of Southern Maine, which is considered by many the second hardest part of the trail after the Whites (or as Sniffles calls them, the “Caucasians”), so for the most part we have mostly flattish ground (though muddy and rocky and rooty) with just a few climbs between here and Katahdin. We should be able to make good time, even if it rains!


For the record, it did rain on us! As we were hiking by Flagstaff Lake, it sprinkled on us!   Not a lot. Just a gentle reminder that I hate rain! (note: I have only seen Robby this negative once: when he was working on his PhD and got tired of programming in an underground, windowless, lonely room. He was going to quit grad school but his advisor convinced him to go outside and walk over to the business school in the sunshine and take a few “easy” classes where he might get to talk to other people. It worked! He was much happier and  he went into business rather than engineering where he’s been very happy for 29 years.)


Looking back at Bigelow and beyond from Little Bigelow.

We had beautiful views from the Bigelows, looking at Sugarloaf, Saddleback, and Spaulding Mountains and Flagstaff Lake. From the top of Bigelows West Peak, with the help of Luna’s mountain map app (like the star map app), we could even see Katahdin! Unbelievable!


Coming down Avery I slipped and broke my pole. This is my 7th pole I’ve broken (the Black Diamonds aren’t my fault) and I’ve run the table on brands – all four have broken – Black Diamond, Gossamer, REI and Leki! Better the poles than my leg! Once again, as with the REI poles, it broke right below the lever lock, so I could adjust the lengths of the other two sections and the pole still functioned ok for now, though a bit bent.


Meredith and I are hammocking out because the weather is supposed to be pretty good. Plus it was crowded and I don’t want another experience like last night. There are several soboers here, plus Sniffles, the foursome from last night (Karaoke and Luna hiked ahead while Spice stayed with Perch who went very slowly because of his knee). Chocolate Rain appeared, as did Sniffles who said he had to take a couple of days off trail to see an eye doctor – who said he has retinopathy.


After dinner (rice pasta marinara), M went swimming in the pond – the water wasn’t too cold! It was a gorgeous evening with only a few clouds in the sky.IMG_3689

Privy reading!


145 – Mon 7-10


Today was a pretty short 14 mile, flat hike to the Kennebec River and across to meet Nancy in the RV in Caratunk. But it also had a number of meaningful moments.


The Kennebec is too wide, deep and swift-moving a river for anyone to safely ford it, so the ATC hires a guy to ferry thru-hikers in a canoe. This is the only place on the AT where we don’t have to hike! The service operates daily, 9am-2pm. We needed to make the 14 miles before 2pm, and weren’t sure how rugged the terrain would be, so we started hiking at 7am after a hot breakfast. During breakfast, it sprinkled on us, just slightly, and then later in the morning it also drizzled a small amount. But we got to Nancy dry. (note: we had found a couple of other people listed in the AWOL guide that you could call (and pay) to come get you after hours. We had contacted one and had a backup plan, but didn’t need it.)

A tiny beach at one of the carry ponds.

The trail for the first 10 miles to Pierce Pond Lean-to was a mix of smooth hiking and rocky/rooty/muddy. That lean-to was right on the pond and sitting amidst a beautiful open pine forest. (note: Meredith has put this on her list of places she’d like to visit again, along with Saddleback and the Bigelows.) Then the hike down for the last 3 miles ran along the Pierce Pond Stream, which was large and had many cascades and falls. It was gorgeous and worth a day hike some day.


The first historic marker we’ve seen since the Shay’s Rebellion sign in Massachusetts.  I (Nancy) spent a lot of time in fourth grade in Farmington, Maine, learning about Benedict Arnold.  Also about Chester Greenwood, inventor of the earmuff in Farmington, Maine.

At the lean-to we found two elderly women, one who thru-hiked about ten years ago and her friend, 79 years old, who had never hiked nor camped overnight before and whom she wanted to take to this spot because she remembered it so fondly. It was a bit much for the new hiker – it took them 9 hours to hike about 3 miles up from the Kennebec. We certainly admire their grit!


The guy ferrying us across the River turned out to be Greg Caruso who was a former river rafting guide and knew the Knowles, regarded Morgan fondly, and had been one of the rafting guides on the “Guns and Goats” Maine adventure we did with a bunch of BAC dads and sons the summer before Joshua graduated from high school. What a small world (at least up here in Maine)!

The Kennebec River!  This river runs into Bath, the town just north of Brunswick.  BIW launches their ships into the Kennebec and then they cruise down the river, past Popham Beach and into the Atlantic.

During our hike, Meredith and I had a long conversation about how we seem to have switched roles – she wanting to be more aggressive about hiking longer miles now, while I’m more conservative and, arguably, pessimistic. She is very focused on finishing by July 18 or 19, while I would be ok taking it a little more slowly in order to enjoy the last 150 miles a bit more. But Meredith could say to me “I told you so” because the 4-day segment we just completely had some aggressive miles and climbs, and we got through those ok. (note: since they seem to get more tired every day they are out here, it is not clear if going more slowly will help or hurt. And they still aren’t doing the 22 mile days they regularly did in Virginia.)


I also tend to be more cautious about the timing of our daily hikes. Since we had a deadline today (needing to get to the Ferry by 2pm), I preferred a shorter first break in order to build cushion (because you just don’t know when setbacks happen) vs Meredith who was more balanced about being enough ahead of schedule and wanting to take a longer break. (note:  usually, in the “real world,” Robby is the one “living on the edge” of timeliness, not wanting to waste a minute by being early.  Our kids, trained by Jim Wood and Berkeley Aquatic Club (and I suppose the Naval Academy!) always want to be on time and prefer to be early.  The BAC saying is, “if you are last, you are late,” and you always have to be 15 minutes early for practice and meets or you are considered tardy.  This desire to be on time (early?) has led to many conflicts but always with Robby on the other side.)

The two boardwalks we crossed today have guardrails!

At any rate, we made it to the Ferry with plenty of time to spare. And while Meredith rode in the middle seat of the canoe, I had the privilege of being in the front and paddling! And given all the rain, plus a big dam release, Greg said the river was very high and flowing strongly. So I had to work to help us get across!

Role Reversal @ Rangeley

There were a bunch of Outward Bound kids taking a break after hiking.  Eventually they got into two of the vans parked here.

I picked the hikers up in Rangeley, just three miles north of “Small Falls,” one of my favorite places anywhere.  When we lived in Farmington, my grandfather worked for the State, repairing roads and cleaning picnic areas.  My grandmother and I would often go visit him and take him lunches and his area was Avon/Stratton/Rangeley.  It was fun to see the places I had grown up.  I wanted to stop at Small Falls but I was afraid I would get my RV stuck, so I reluctantly drove by.

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I remember jumping into the icy water and hiking up in the woods to a couple of smaller falls. This was also a good place to find “spruce gum”–actual gum off spruce trees that we collected and chewed.

We spent last night at Cupsuptic Campground on Cupsuptic Lake last night.


The campground was among the most beautiful and cleanest we’ve seen.


We loved swimming in the lake and Meredith and I swam out to the “float” where I was goaded by a couple of teenagers to taking a big jump off.  I told them I hoped they would still be jumping off floats when they are 56!  I’m sure they can’t imagine ever being as ancient as 56.


I don’t think I’ve swum in a lake in 15 years; I think I last swam in Sebago Lake with the Elisabeth Williams and her children.  I love lake swimming.  I learned to swim in (extremely chilly in June) Clearwater Lake outside of Farmington, Maine.  I resolved that I am going to swim in a lake at least once a year from now on.  I enjoyed my drive up to Rangeley, through Farmington, the town I lived in from ages 1-11.  On the way home, I drove by some of the places we had lived, including one that has been torn down and replaced by community housing.  It was a huge firetrap so I was kind of relieved.

Meredith put the last four flags on our map, without the dates. 

Last night, we had some interesting conversations.  Robby was very upset about the next four days that Meredith has planned.  He was convinced that 18 miles today (Friday) was too much and he was really concerned that Saddleback and Sugarloaf are going to be as hard as the Whites.   He is so tired.  Meredith felt that this was the only plan she could make to accommodate his desire to stay in shelters (lean-tos) and with the limited road access for resupply.  I was really worried since he never complains or backs off from a challenge and even wondered if Meredith should finish the trail alone and Robby should go home to get better.  It was so strange to have Meredith advocating for longer miles and Robby wanting shorter.  They could slow down even more (remember–they used to do 20 plus miles routinely) but that would also delay the finish and I think more days is also going to be more difficult and further exhausting.  I wonder if Robby does have Lyme Disease or something else that didn’t show up in the last tests.  I have physicals scheduled for the day after they are finished.   We weren’t anywhere near an urgent care center and won’t be for a while or I would have insisted on going.  It is so hard to guess what is fatigue and what is something else.  In the meantime, it is good to see Meredith both feeling better and stepping up to the role of encourager and leader.  The next two days, I think, are the two hardest days left, with today quite a bit harder than tomorrow.   The terrain is rather flat after that.

Bye-bye.  Next stop, Caratunk! 


We’ve seen these giant AT signs at both Grafton Notch and in Rangeley!

Day 139, 07/04/17


Today was a very good day! The trail was infinitely better, in general, and we made decent time, so it was a legitimately pleasant day. We had some hard climbing to begin with, up Baldpate Mountain, but the first part of the climb was a good slope and the second (and steeper part) up to the West Peak had a lot of tiny stone steps that made it quite manageable. (note: I listened to a Grammar Girl podcast about when you capitalize directional names and I am absolutely paranoid as I edit these notes. Her parting shot was “the style guides disagree on this matter; when in doubt, use lower case.) From the West Peak we had to go down a little and then climb further up to the East Peak, which was almost entirely stone sheet covered, from about half a mile before the summit to half a mile after (note: I think this is shale, which can be very slippery). It was tiring to climb up and down the sheets, and it was very windy because it was so exposed, but it was a beautiful day so the views were amazing and it was generally really cool. After Baldpate, the rest of the day was pretty nondescript — long gentle-ish down and then a longer gentle-ish up. We met a lot of Soboers, but most importantly, we got excited because we realized we’re actually getting towards the end. We did about sixteen miles and finished around 5:15, which was nice because we had time to leisurely get water and make dinner and talk to Dining Hall (guy going to Stanford Law School next year and the only other hiker at the shelter). Daddy’s sleeping in the shelter and I’m in my hammock. I love my hammock. The beginning of tomorrow looks hard — a steep down/up/down/up, but we’re hoping for the best (16 mile) and have a fallback of 13 which is an okay distance, so no matter what, it will work out!

A windmill farm on the ridge.

Day 140, 07/05/17


Today was definitely a hard day, but I’m feeling okay. Daddy is quite wiped out. The good news is that we made our further mileage, so we only have 14 miles to Mommy tomorrow, and they look like fairly easy miles (especially compared to today) so we should have a good and somewhat relaxing day tomorrow. Today started with a bang: a mile and a half straight down, a mile and a half straight up, a mile and a half more reasonably down (but still steep) then three miles up, the beginning and end of which were very steep. It was quite hard, and when we took a break about eight miles into the day I was very tired, and continued to be tired for the next four and a half miles until we took a break at a shelter.


Dining Hall was spending the night there and a section hiker was there as well. We took our time eating and drinking and all, and by the time we left I was still tired but my body felt generally better, and so the last three and a half miles of the day didn’t feel as miserable as I expected. Since Daddy was really exhausted still, I got the water and started it boiling and got the food set up while he set up his hammock. We had a good dinner of pasta marinara with extra ramen added in (I accidentally brought extra so I figured why pack it out when we could eat it!) And Storyteller joined us at our campsite! (note: do you remember Storyteller? They last saw him in Tennessee when Jean first hiked with them, just before Damascus!) It sounded very complicated but basically he’s had tons of knee problems so he’s had to jump around a lot and he’s currently SoBo-ing from Katahdin to the end of the Whites, and then he has a section to do down in Virginia. As always, he amused us while we had dinner. I am looking forward to going to sleep early and hopefully having a very good day tomorrow!


Day 141, 07/06/17

Looking forward to Saddleback.

Today was remarkably a good day. We had wonderful weather, and after our first climb up from our campsite by a nice river (which we forded), the rest of the day was little bumps up and down, with a general downward tilt the second half of the day.


While I was a bit tired, and the trail was still somewhat rocky and rooty, we were able to make good time and with beautiful terrain and a beautiful day. We took two breaks, once at a shelter and once at a campsite, each right by beautiful ponds. We ran into a lot of SoBo hikers, and à group from a summer camp. All these people we hadn’t thought to account for. But we got to Mommy around two, and enjoyed a nice swim in the lake at the RV campground before showering and repacking. This next segment that we planned out will be hard, but we really are getting close to the end, and so I’m excited and motivated even though I’m quite tired.




139 – Tues 7-4


Happy 4th of July!! Just about the only patriotic thing we did today was that Meredith wore her Stars and Stripes buff. And I guess hiking the great American AT counts?


After a steak-and-eggs breakfast at the RV, Nancy took us back to Grafton Notch. We did 16.4 miles today, kicking off the morning with a challenging 4-mile 2300-ft “stair-step” climb up Baldpate, which was a very cool mountain. It has a Dome-like mountaintop that was all rock slab not only on the top but all around the dome. When we hiked up it, we were walking up the slab with really wavy winds blowing us sideways.

View of East Baldpate from West Peak.

At the top of Baldpate was a Soboer named Halloween who was Interviewing the Noboers he came across and thought our father-daughter story was interesting. So he took a few minutes and asked us a few questions.


We saw lots of Soboers today – maybe a dozen? I think we’ve hit the Sobo bubble of folks who started the first week in June. I am told we’ll likely hit the Sobo bubble of early July departers also, I suppose, in the 100 mile wilderness? One pair of Soboers that we met today were a couple from GA who just got married and were hiking from Katahdin to GA for their honeymoon!


The only other person at our shelter tonight was Dining Hall, the guy starting Stanford Law School this fall and hiking the northern 750 miles of the AT starting in NY. He has someone picking him up at Katahdin on July 24 so he’ll take his time and we likely won’t see him again.


Meredith and Nancy laid out a tentative schedule from today until the end, which will be July 18 or 19, if all goes well. Only two and a half more weeks to go! I can hardly believe it! And I think we only have a few more big mountains to go over before it gets flatter and then we enter 100 mile wilderness.

The Maine Appalachian Trail Club didn’t want us to get lost!

All the Soboers we run into welcome us to “rocky, rooty” Maine and talk about how rugged the trail is here. I think it is rocky and rooty (and muddy), and very rugged, but not more so than what we’ve been seeing for hundreds of miles since VT. That’s why we’re only doing 2.0 gross(max) 1.5 net mph’s. But that’s ok. And once in a while we have a nice surprise. Like today, we had a couple of nice smooth trail stretches for a mile or more. And on some of our climbs there were really nice stone steps that someone had built. Usually they’re too big for Meredith but today they were smaller rises and worked well for her.


But the rugged trail is definitely having an effect on our feet. Mine feel a lot like they did in Rocksylvania – achy and beat up on the bottom. But his time I think my feet have very much gone numb from the balls of my feet all the way through my toes, so while they still hurt they don’t hurt as much as they did then.


Today I did two dumb things to my toes. The first was when we were hiking, and I pulled my poles forward and planted them on the ground (hard, as I always do—note: is this why he has broken 6 poles??). Except this time, a low branch on the side of the trail caught my right pole and bounced the pole back and in toward the middle of the trail so when I planted the pole it went right on top of my boot and crushed one of my toes. That middle toe still hurts, but I think it caught the nail because I don’t have a laceration or blood.


The second toe incident was when we were making dinner. I’m always very careful about holding the pot far away from everything when I’m pouring the boiling water into a bag, e.g., of ramen. Well tonight I had my legs crossed and was a bit cavalier, and when I was pouring the water into the ramen bag, the bag folded closed so a bunch of the water went straight down and on top of my foot. Fortunately I was wearing my crocs, but I had socks on, so the boiling water only burned my toes where it came through the holes in my crocs, but the socks kept the hot water on the skin until I could whip off the crocs and the socks. It looks like there are only two blistered spots, so I’ll put bandaids on them and hope it won’t hurt hiking tomorrow.


And today was the first day in a very long time when my feet didn’t get wet inside my boots. Even though it hasn’t rained for a couple of days, the water and mud in the trail is still abundant. But today the mud felt manageable/avoidable. Hooray!


140 – Wed 7-5


Today wiped me out. And it was only 16.3 miles. We started out with a pair of pretty steep downs and ups, each about 1-1.5 miles long and 1,000-1,500 ft in elevation change, followed by another steep 1,000 climb to Old Blue Mountain. And the trail the entire day was rocky and rooty, though the mud was once again avoidable with enough effort. So for the second day in a row I started and ended the day with day boots – a record!!


The Maine AT Club has done a good job maintaining the trail, as far as we can tell. On many of the long, steep sections they have built stone stairways which are very helpful. The boulders seem to be placed flatter than we’ve found in other similar sections maintained by other clubs. And they put up log ladders, rebar ladders, and even rebar railings in several places. Very helpful.

The view of Round Pond and Long Pond from Bemis Mountain

We kept leapfrogging Dining Hall today, and left him at the Bemis Lean-to (the Maine Appalachian Trail Club (MATC) calls them lean-tos instead of shelters). He’s doing a Nero tomorrow to be picked up by his godfather and then taking a zero, so we’ll likely not see him again.


It was a beautiful day so we had some great views back all the way past Baldpate, the Wildcats to Mt Washington (we think) and forward to Saddleback and others which we yet don’t recognize.


Instead of finishing at a shelter tonight we went another 3.6 miles to an unofficial Campsite by Bemis Stream (which we’ll have to ford tomorrow morning) to shorten tomorrow’s hike – make it 14.1 miles instead of 17.7. Since it’s supposed to rain tomorrow and we’re meeting Nancy, it’d be nice to make the day short.


A number of Soboers told us that the campsite near the river was swarming with mosquitoes, but since we’ve been here it hasn’t been too bad. We made dinner (the commercial rice pasta marinara with our rice ramen added), and hopped into our hammocks nice and early at 7.15).


We were shocked to be joined at this campsite by none other than Storyteller, a 60+ year old Noboer from “the people’s republic of Maryland” (his words) whom we thought was weeks ahead of us. We last saw him when Jean was with us the day before we hiked into Damascus, VA, and he was going faster than we were. He explained that he had to come off the trail twice – for 15 and 9 days – because of knee problems, one caused by falling several times on the descent down Moosilauke. So the last time he got back on the trail he started at Katahdin and headed southward. So he’s now officially a flipflopper (so the ATC told him at Harpers Ferry) and it irks him!


141 – Thurs 7-6


Mooselookmeguntic Lake.  A beautiful lake that I remember visiting with a high school friend.  “The name “Mooselookmeguntic” is an Abanaki word for “moose feeding place”; although a humorous legend states that a Native American was hunting moose in the area, and spotted one. The native had forgotten to load his rifle, but took the shot anyway. Thinking his rifle was damaged, he began yelling to his companion.” (Wikipedia)

Today was a very nice day. Weather great, trail pretty modest rock/root-wide, very little in climbs and descents after the first 1,000 ft uphill from our campsite. We did 14.4 mi from Bemis Stream campsite on meet Nancy just after 2pm.


The two most fun parts of the day were fording Bemis Stream right as we left camp and then hiking by several beautiful ponds in the Rangeley area – Long Pond and Sabbathday Pond. With the blue sky, the color of the ponds was deep, dark blue and the deep green forests were a gorgeous contrast framing them.


Looking back on Baldpate and Old Blue

The hike itself was small wiggles up and down all day, so we made good time and were able to meet Nancy and get to the RV park before 3pm in the afternoon. That gave us time to enjoy a swim at the Rangeley Lake before showering, resupplying and eating a wonderful homemade pizza dinner with salad.


I noticed that the tread on my boots was peeling away in several places, so I repaired them with epoxy glue – I’ll see how well that works to keep them secure over the next few days!

Maine and the Hardest Mile on the Trail! but it was fun!

The picture on the left is when I dropped them off last time.  Sort of a grin and bear it picture.  Meredith said she didn’t feel well but “she had to hike.”  We reminded her that it is easy to throw up in the woods….The picture on the right is a pole high five from when I picked them up.  A happier day.

A short passage, but that is just the way the mileage works out since there are limited road crossings in Maine. MAINE! They are in Maine.

And I am mostly staying at our Maine house.  Low tide.  Lots of interesting birds.

When I left them two hiking days ago, Meredith had a stomach ache and we were concerned she was sick. They were both worrying about Mahoosuc Notch and the muddy, wet trail. But when I picked them up, they were exhausted but confident and happy. Meredith even did one of her “hand flutter things” and said, “I’m so happy. I can see the end.”

This is Stony Brook campground in Hanover, Maine, about 13 miles from Grafton Notch.  A truly beautiful place with nice showers and laundry.  The hikers declared the pool “too cold.”  You never know what you are going to find when you pull up to a campground and this was one of the most pleasant surprises.
This is a breakfast picture from the last RV meet up.  Meredith wasn’t eating much…

There are a lot of pictures here of Mahoosuc notch but I found them fascinating. I’m glad it wasn’t raining and they had a fun time making their way over, under, and through the boulders. IMG_3154Amanda and her boyfriend, Elias, another MD/PhD student drove up and spent the afternoon and evening with us.IMG_3160 Amanda made her famous “hamburger cookies” for the Fourth, a 24 year tradition. I shared some with thru-hikers I met at Grafton Notch. Grafton Notch State Park is gorgeous. I only discovered it a couple of years ago when we explored the beautiful waterfalls (Maine folks…you have to visit!)


Meredith and I have now made pretty concrete plans for the next two to two and a half weeks and we’re excited. I’m praying for no more injuries or illnesses. We’re all ready to be done although I’m very glad to see that they are much happier and more relaxed. Perhaps Meredith is happier than Robby; he is still exhausted. 18 is not the same as 55!

You can’t see it in this picture, but their gaiters are sparkling clean.  They had accumulated so much mud, they no longer velcroed.



Day 137, 07/01/17


Well, we decided to be super humans today. That might be a small exaggeration but it’s pretty close. We’d planned to do about 17 miles, and we were a little apprehensive about that plan. The terrain has been pretty tough, and Maine wasn’t supposed to be any better. But the first few miles of the day were a pretty good path and so we felt good and made pretty good time. It quickly turned into a mud stream; our feet were wet and we spent a lot of time rock hopping. As well as finding our way up and down steep segments. But we kept chugging and were doing pretty well. Tomorrow we had only planned about fourteen miles to Mommy, but one of those miles was through Mahoosuc Notch, the hardest mile on the AT. It’s all boulders. Anyway, the shelter we had planned to stay at was 0.3 miles off trail, and we were a little worried about tomorrow. So we just kept chugging. (note: she explained that since this shelter was 0.3 miles off the trail, that would be 0.6 miles that wasn’t taking them toward Katahdin. The next shelter was right on the trail so they figured every step would be a step toward Katahdin, even it were 4 extra miles!) And to be perfectly honest, God really blessed our endurance, because while the extra 4.4 miles we did were not easy by any means, they were absolutely stunning. We spent most of that time on balds going up and away from mountains. IMG_3568This area is absolutely beautiful, and we were hiking late in the day with the sun hitting everything just right. The golden hour! Oh, and we passed into Maine five miles ago! The last state. Hallelujah. We’re settled in to sleep now — me in my hammock and Daddy in the shelter. We only have 9.6 miles tomorrow so we don’t have to worry about time at all even in that notch! We also will hit the notch just a mile and a half into the day, so we won’t be too tired yet. It’ll be great to be through Mahoosuc Notch and Arm (the mountain right after it). While southern Maine is supposed to be hard (and is so far!) this is the last big scary thing on our list until the Hundred Mile Wilderness and Katahdin. So we’re pretty proud of ourselves at the moment and have a little peace of mind for tomorrow.


Day 138, 07/03/17


Today was quite a momentous day. We got through Mahoosuc Notch! The hardest mile on the AT. It was truly slow-going — we put our poles in our pack and put on gloves and crawled over and around boulders on hands and feet. It was actually quite fun, and we took an hour and a half, which isn’t too bad, considering the Sobs we talked to yesterday took two and a half and three hours!IMG_3577-1IMG_3579-1IMG_3580-1IMG_3581-1

Meredith was a bit annoyed at this picture.  Apparently she is stuck!  And she thought her father could have helped her rather than taking the picture.  But she was able to roll and squeeze and get through.

IMG_3584-1IMG_3587-1IMG_3589-1 Unfortunately, as soon as it was done we were both exhausted, and had two solid climbs up Mahoosuc Arm and then Old Speck Mountain. But we chugged up them and enjoyed a wonderful break at the top of Old Speck. It’s absolutely beautiful up here, all the mountains and the views are stunning. It’s a more rugged Virginia. Our knees and the bottoms of our feet were exhausted from the Notch, and the three and a half miles down from the top of Old Speck felt unfortunately long, although a fairly good slope until the last mile. We were relieved to see the parking lot and Mommy and the RV. For nine and a half miles it was an absolutely exhausting day. But we’re feeling a bit more motivated and like we’re actually getting somewhere and the end is in sight so that is really exciting! And having good weather is such a help!

And so is having your sister visit with the dogs!




137 – Sun 7-2


We crossed the Androscoggin River in New Hampshire.  This is the river that flows through Topsham and Brunswick, where our Maine house is.  I didn’t know that it starts in northeastern New Hampshire, heads south and then east by northeast over the border to Maine and after a while, turns south to Brunswick.  I was surprised it started so far west.


From Mt. Success
In case you were wondering what the path to success was….

Today was a great day back on the trail after taking a zero day for 2-4 inches of rain. We did 21.4 miles with lots of elevation, over Mt Hayes, Mt Success and over the Goose Peaks, on a trail that was extremely wet and muddy (80-90% of the trail was wet so we were rock and root hopping the whole time) and with a fair number of vertical rock face ups and downs to negotiate. We are grateful that in some places they have put in rebar steps/holds and log ladders.


We originally planned to do this amount in two days. And when we decided to do this amount plus the remaining 10 miles through Mahoosuc Notch in two days, we were going to split it 17 miles/14 miles. Meredith wasn’t feeling so great this morning, so we were all a little concerned that that 17 might be too much. But as we hiked, she felt better, and so when we got to the 17 mile mark where would turn off for our shelter for the night, we were feeling tired but decided to go another 4.5 miles so that tomorrow would be much shorter. This gives us peace of mind about doing the Notch (and the Mahoosuc Arm climb) tomorrow without any rush and with fresh legs.


It ended up being a 12-hour day – we rolled into the shelter at 8pm. But we weren’t totally shot. The trail was tough, but I guess we’re getting used to the rocky/bouldery/roots/wet trail by now.


We crossed two big milestones today. We went over 1,900 miles, finishing the day at 1919. And we left NH and entered Maine – our final state! We both agreed though that neither milestone was that exciting. We just want to be done!


The weather today was gorgeous – partly cloudy, mostly sunny, high 60’s. Which means we actually had great views from some of our maintain tops, especially the Goose peaks. They were rocky tops with 360 views. And you know what? There are a lot of mountains in western Maine. The skyline is very pretty. And it was a great time of day – late afternoon – to be seeing it.


So after a long day, and with a challenging day tomorrow, it’s time to go to sleep.


138 – Mon 7-3


Today was filled with all sorts of noteworthy events.

Glad to have some assistance coming down Fulling Mill Mountain!

We started off the morning by hiking from our Full Goose shelter, 1.5 miles up and over Fulling Mill Mountain to Mahoosuc Notch, known as both the notorious “toughest mile on the AT” and the famous “most fun mile on the AT”. It’s a mile of climbing and scrambling over, under and around huge boulders. There’s no way around it because there are very steep walls on both sides. Since we did it early in the day, and we designed a short day for ourselves, we rather enjoyed this section. It took us 1.5 hours and I only had to take my pack off three times (Meredith only two times) to squeeze through narrow passageways created by the boulders. When we crawled beneath some boulders we found ice still there from the winter. And in many places we heard het strong flow of water underneath.

A typical rock face going up Mahoosuc Arm.  Typical for every steep mountain in Maine, so far!

After Mahoosuc Notch, we then climbed a very steep 2600 feet up Mahoosuc Arm, then down and up another 500 feet up Old Speck Mountain.


A ski area.  Mt. Abram???

We then descended 2,500 feet to Grafton Notch to meet Nancy in the RV at 3pm. And Amanda and Elias drove up from Brunswick to join us for the afternoon and evening. Dinner was awesome – steak and hash browns and salad and asparagus with homemade triple berry pie for dessert that we bought from a stand on the side of the road. (note:   we also bought some whoopie pies. I had meant to make some, but ran out of time. So I’d purchased some Wicked Whoopies, which are commercial, but quite good. The homemade ones were a bit disappointing; too dry.)


For a short day, both Meredith and I were very tired. Perhaps we still felt the effects of yesterday’s 21-mile day. Perhaps it’s partly the effect of the trail in Maine – it is very rugged – hardly any stretches with smooth trail. No switchbacks up or down mountains.   Very rocky and bouldery. Lots of steep rock faces to climb up and down. And all the down we’ve done has my knees aching a lot!


We ran into four sobos at he shelter last night and half a dozen more at the trail today. They all started the first week on a June, which gives some support to our plan to finish in two and a half weeks (we have trail legs that they are still developing, we hope).

Since it’s the very long fourth of July weekend, and the weather is be nice, we ran into a lot (20?) of day hikers going up Old Speck Mountains.


As we hiked down the last few miles we went next to a large stream flowing down over rock sheets and waterfalls that must have run 1500 feet or more. It was gorgeous.

The view from Old Speck next to a waterfall.