Southern Maine Tribulations

Day 141: Part 2

We stopped by the White Mountains Lodge & Hostel because we were low on food and the guidebook indicated that they sold some. The hostel was really just a house and the only food they sold were frozen pizzas you could cook there and ice cream. Nepsis found some food in the hiker box. It wasn’t much, but we figured we could survive off of it until the next town. We wanted to hike on a bit more and not go further into town. So we cooked up two pizzas and ate them in the garage. Once we were full we set out again along a paved road to a dirt logging road and finally back up into the woods. We climbed up Mt Hayes. I was trying to rush ahead to make it to a campsite, but Nepsis was lagging behind. When I got thirsty I realized I forgot to grab any water at the hostel and the one brook on the way to the campsite was just mud. We drank the few sips we had left and continued on, down a bit, and up Cascade Mountain. We hiked over five miles on just a little water, it was getting dark, and I was very tired. We hiked down the mountain into a gap and I kept slipping and falling. The last time I fell, I freaked out and declared that I was done walking and just sat on the ground. It took a bit for Nepsis to get me going because I thought we were still nowhere near the campsite and it was about to get really dark. It turned out we were about ten steps away from the side trail leading to the Trident Col Campsite. Nepsis hurriedly set up the tent while I walked a ways down to a clear, cold pool of water. It was glorious to drink. After everything was set up, we went to sleep quickly.

Miles hiked today: 22.1 Total AT miles completed: 1893.9 Total AT miles left to hike: 291.4

Day 142

We woke up, broke camp and began hiking up to Wocket Ledge, across a ways, and up the short and steep Mt Success. We ate lunch on the Trail as a storm gathered above us. We hiked on to a sign indicating that we were now crossing into our last state: Maine! Yote and Peaches were eating lunch there and we took photos for one another. We hiked on, up Mt Carlo and across three peaks of Goose Eye Mountain. We reached Full Goose Shelter and Campsite where Yote and Peaches were already tucked warmly into their sleeping bags. Peaches and Yote were showing each other photos on their cell phones. We were going to push on, but it was getting quite cold and Mahoosuc Notch, considered the most difficult mile on the Trail was coming up and we didn’t know how long that would take or if there were an camping spots anywhere around it. So we set up in the shelter and it began raining as White Rabbit, Silent Bob, and Bagheera each showed up. As the light of day faded, it became colder and colder before we drifted off to sleep.

Miles hiked today: 14.5 Total AT miles completed: 1908.4 Total AT miles left to hike: 276.9

Day 143

We woke up early to the extreme cold. It was the first time since our early days of hiking that I had to put on my down jacket again. It was hard to get going very fast, but we were the first ones to begin hiking. Our food supplies were getting drastically low so we hoped to hike the next twenty miles quickly, in order to get to the town of Andover by dinnertime. It was only a mile and a half up Fulling Mill Mountains’s south peak and down to the dreaded Mahoosuc Notch. At the very beginning it wasn’t so bad, then we found ourselves in the midst of a huge jumble of large slabs of rocks we had to somehow maneuver around. It was fun, albeit extremely slow, for a while finding ways to climb, jump, crawl, and squeeze through the varying rock formations. Several times, we had to take off our packs and push them through a small tunnel, toss them over a giant rock, or fling them across a gap. It was very slow and we used our arms a lot. After what seemed like a long time of grueling work it stopped being fun. The notch seemed endless and the last section wasn’t quite as fun: it seemed like it was comprised of pulling ourselves over giant rock slabs and sliding down the other side over and over again. Finally, we reached the end of the notch and discovered it had taken us over two hours to get past that 1.2 miles! This was made more devastating by the fact that we had expended so much energy that we had eaten all of our food except for some ramen and we still had over seventeen miles to hike, up and down two big mountains to the town. We hiked up Mahoosuc Arm, which wasn’t exactly the fastest and I had a great idea. Over this mountain were Grafton Notch and a road where our guidebook revealed that a hostel in Andover would pick thruhikers up. We could then slackpack the next day to catch up on our mileage. At the top of the mountain was Speck Pond Shelter & Campsite where we stopped to call the hostel and set everything up. We sat down to rest. I pulled out our cell phone, and pushed the on bottom. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. I tried again and again and with each try my stomach growled and my heart sunk and my mind went haywire. I couldn’t believe it! How could it be dead? I’d charged it. Even if it got turned on by mistake it shouldn’t have gone completely dead. It didn’t make sense. But it wouldn’t turn on. I pressed my face to my hands in helpless resignation as Nepsis went to the Trail to keep alert for other thruhikers so we could borrow their phone. In a few minutes Peaches came down the Trail and when Nepsis asked about using her phone she said no. She was panicking herself because she had been hiking with Yote, but his knee started acting up and she sent him down a side trail just before Mahoosuc Notch, hoping it’d lead to a road where he could hitch into a town. After she made it through the notch she had cell service and called the hostel in Andover for information about the side trail and the woman on the other side informed her that the side trail only led to a rarely used logging road and that towns were more than twenty miles away and that it was unlikely any vehicles would pass Yote’s way. She didn’t know what to do; especially since both of their cell phones had only one percent battery left. I too became very concerned about Yote’s safety and as we discussed what we should do, Peaches turned on her cell phone and received a text from Yote, informing her that he had made it safely to a town, Berlin, back in New Hampshire. He’d have to go to the hospital and stay there several days before he could get back to the Trail. He had been trying to finish the Trail by August 17^th, but wouldn’t make it until several days after us. We were all happy to hear that he was safe though and Peaches let Nepsis use her phone to arrange a shuttle from the hostel to pick us up at the next notch. She also gave us a couple of energy bars. I was very happy and we quickly hiked across the mountain and down the several miles to Grafton Notch where we took Peaches pack so she could slackpack the next ten miles to the road closest to the hostel in Andover. We had to wait at the parking lot for about an hour because Nepsis didn’t know exactly when we’d arrive there and played it safe by giving us plenty of time to get there. We snacked on ramen and watched as a few dayhikers came and went from the parking lot. After about an hour a van pulled up and a tall Native American man stepped out to greet us. It was a forty-five minute drive along a winding road through the forest. We passed by several moose crossing signs, but didn’t spot any moose. He drove us to the tiny town of Andover and his hostel, Pine Ellis Lodging, which was his house with a very small bunkroom attached. They also had a couple private rooms in the house that were already full for the night. He gave us a tour, showing us his living room where we could hang out, the hiker bathroom, the tiny bunkroom we’d be sleeping in, the hiker fridge, the washing machine and drier in the garage, and the extra clothes we could wear while doing our laundry. Everything was very cramped. He then decided to show us something he said he didn’t show everyone, but would to us because we were cool. He took us to the other side of his garage to his workstation. There were a bunch of small chains and hooks in small containers and hanging off a string stretching across the room. Attached were small, round, brown objects. There was a larger container filled with these. He picked one up and asked if we knew what it was. He said we see it on the Trail all the time. It looked for familiar, but we weren’t quite sure. “Moose shit!” he said. It was true; we had started to see these droppings all over the Trail. He picked one up and thrust it in our faces, explaining that moose poop is the only poop that is odorless. He makes jewelry out of it with little white blazes painted on them. He joked, “When I die, I’m going to leave my kids all this shit.” We took showers, put our dirty clothes in the laundry, put on clothes way too big for us, and walked down the street to the only restaurant in the town. The food was great, tasted home-cooked. We also got ice cream and food for our slackpack tomorrow at a way overpriced gas station. We discovered our phone wouldn’t charge at all and we didn’t know why. We didn’t now what to do about that since we would pass no more towns big enough to have any stores that would sell phones. Peaches made it to town and stayed in the bunkroom with us. We tried to go to sleep early because we scheduled an early ride back to the Trail the next day.

Miles hiked today: 10.5 Total AT miles completed: 1918.1 Total AT miles left to hike: 267.2

Day 144

We woke up bright and early, ate breakfast quickly and were on our way back to Grafton Notch. We only brought one backpack with water, lunch and snacks, and the guidebook, which I carried. We flew up Baldplate Mountain and enjoyed wonderful views from two peaks. The weather was wonderful. We made our way down the several miles off the mountain, stopping for lunch, and the several miles us a very slight incline up to Wyman Mountain. We felt so light and it was great to enjoy the nice day without heavy packs. We didn’t go too fast, but covered a lot of ground. We passed by a lot of French-speaking students from Quebec. From the top of Wyman Mountain we had a steep down and finished our day up the extremely steep Moody Mountain. I can’t imagine how much more difficult it would have been with full packs. We hiked down the mountain to the road and found some trail magic. A ma who named Old Buzzard who had thruhiked the Trail before and lived in the area set up a grill and had sodas, beer, and other snacks. He, his son, and their friend were camping here a couple of days and providing food for all thruhikers who passed. We had actually met the man before when he was hiking a section in Vermont. We didn’t eat too much since we were going back to town for an all-you-can-eat pizza night at the restaurant. Back at town we ate dinner with a couple of southbounders and bought more food to get us the three days to our next stop. It cost around $120, which is way more than we’ve ever had to spend. They really jacked up the prices in this small store in this remote, small town. We got a private room back in the hostel and Nepsis started fiddling with the cell phone and charger. She discovered that if she pushed on the charger a certain way the phone would start charging, otherwise, it would not. That is why it died even though I thought I had plugged it in. It was plugged in, but it wasn’t charging. We let it charge all night as we slept.

Miles hiked today: 20.4 Total AT miles completed: 1938.5 Total AT miles left to hike: 246.8

Day 145

We woke up, ate breakfast and had to wait a bit as a bunch of thruhikers piled into a van overstuffed with gigantic backpacks. We were driven back to the Trail where we immediately began climbing up the large Old Blue Mountain. On the way up Nepsis spotted the back end of a moose through the trees and it moved off before I could catch a glimpse. We moved across the mountains, enjoying spectacular views from Bemis Mountain’s two peaks. After most of the day hiking across the mountaintops, we hiked down and back up to ME 17 where we found a bench, a couple coolers, and Bagheera and White Rabbit sipping on Budweisers. We sat with them for a long time. None of us wanted to leave the trail magic filled with beer, soda, powerades, and full-sized candy bars. The bench had a wonderful view of a lake with a small island in the center of it. We left before the other two, continued up a bit until the Trail leveled off and we passed by several ponds. We reached Sabbath Day Pond Lean-to where we decided to stay, despite the fact we were going to try to reach the next campsite. Bagheera continued on, but White Rabbit stayed with us and shared his bottle of Jim Bean with a couple of southbounders and us. We went to sleep when it got dark.

Miles hiked today: 17 Total AT miles completed: 1955.5 Total AT miles left to hike: 229.8

Day 146

We woke early and headed out along ponds until we reached the campsite where we found Bagheera canoeing in one of the ponds. He decided to take a bath so we loaned him our Dr. Bronner’s soap and told him to return it the next time he passed us. We had kept passing each other for the past several days, but this would actually be the last time we saw him. The terrain was quite flat as we hiked on a few miles quickly past even more ponds. We then hiked up the tall Saddleback Mountain. I felt strong and pushed myself up quickly with Nepsis a bit behind. We were up above tree line again so the views were nice. We quickly made our way down a saddle and up to the Horn, and down another saddle and up to Saddleback Junior. We started down, off the mountains and partly down we passed a shelter with many young French-speakers from Quebec and a few northbound thruhikers who we had never met. The past few days we had kept passing thruhikers we’d been behind our entire journey, reading about them in the trail journals. One of the older thruhikers told us he had just cried, realizing that we were so near to finishing the Appalachian Trail. We continued on, all the way down the mountain. It was late in the day as we began climbing Lone Mountain. A couple miles up I suddenly became exhausted. My steps were slow, I felt dizzy, and stumbled a lot. It was getting dark, but we were less than three miles away from the shelter we were hoping to get to. Unfortunately, I got slower and slower. I’ve never felt that way before. My body was not cooperating. The mountain seemed endless and it was almost completely dark so Nepsis found a semi-flat spot right off the Trail and we set up our tent and went to sleep. I needed the rest.

Miles hiked today: 25.9 Total AT miles completed: 1981.4 Total AT miles left to hike: 203.9    

  

                                             

         

The Treacherous Whites

Day 136

We woke up and went to breakfast, which was another wonderful free meal from one of the restaurant’s breakfast menus. When I was checking out, the owner of the inn was walking by, recognized me as a thruhiker and offered to take us back to the Trail. He told us to have the front desk call him when we were ready to go. We packed up our stuff and the front desk had a little trouble getting hold of the owner, but after a bit we were dropped back off at the Trail. It wasn’t an early start though. We decided to hike to Franconia Notch and stay another night in a motel down the road from there, before getting in the thick of the Whites, where shelters were scarce. We hiked up the steep and jagged small mountain, Mt Wolf, across it and a little back down to have a snack at a shelter where we met Squirrel and her dog Zima, and Mother Earth and Bagger who decided to stay the night there even though it was still early afternoon. We pushed on up the steep South Kinsman Mountain and down a small saddle to North Kinsman Mountain. Again, the trees were miniature on top of the peaks, but we didn’t stay long before we had to climb down the mountain. Halfway down the Trail leveled off for a bit and we came to Lonesome Lake Hut. The Appalachian Mountain Club owns these small buildings that are scattered across the Whites. Day hikers and section hikers who want to pay more than one hundred dollars can spend the night in a bunkroom and get homemade breakfast and dinner made by the small crew who runs each hut. These huts come in handy for thruhikers mostly because the crew offers work-for-stay to at least two thruhikers every day. The thruhikers work for up to two hours in exchange for a place to sleep on the floor in the dinning room and the ability to feast on the leftovers at breakfast and dinner. Even though we weren’t going to ask about work-for-stay since we planned to go further and stay at a motel, we went in to check things out. The place was packed with section hikers eating dinner at several long wooden tables. Part of the room was sectioned off as a kitchen with several young people, the crew, enjoying a break from work. One of the crewmembers walked over to us and gave us some information about work-for-stay. He was really nice and told us that from about 10 am to 4 pm every day, all huts have soup and baked goods available to anyone for a small price. We thanked him for the info and left. I didn’t notice any thruhikers inside, but the crew was so nice and the food looked so good that we planned to get work-for-stay at least once during our journey through the Whites. The hut was right next to a wonderfully still lake surrounded by the mountains. We pressed down, further down the mountain to Franconia Notch where we got confused by the guidebook. We thought we could access the road from where we were and were unhappy to discover we had to take a side trail for about another mile to a parking lot where we called Mt. Liberty Motel to pick us up. As we waited, we talked about our thruhike with a group of middle-aged hikers who looked really tired and were sitting in the parking lot next to their van. They explained that they had begun hiking in the morning and gotten lost and so had hiked all day. They gave us some of their watermelon and made us some of their special drinks, a plastic cup stuffed with watermelon and filled with vodka and pomegranate syrup. It was real great. In a few minutes, a nice woman from the motel picked us up and asked if we’d had dinner. We were just going to cook ramen in the room, but she offered to drop us off at a pizzeria and pick us back up when we were done. She and her husband, the owners, were very accommodating the whole time. She even offered to put our packs in our room while we were at dinner. The pizza was great and when we were done we called her and she came back to pick us up. We passed by many motels along the way filled with tourists milling about in the pools and on the decks. AT the motel we showered and watched some TV before drifting off to sleep.

Miles hiked today: 16.3 Total AT miles completed: 1812.2 Total AT miles left to hike: 373.1

Day 137

We woke up, but didn’t exactly hurry to get back on the Trail right away. When we went to pay at the office, Nepsis found a couple of postcards there she wanted to purchase, but the owner said she could have them for free. He then drove us back to the parking lot where we had to walk the mile back to the Trail. Right away, we had a long, difficult climb. Halfway up we took a break and just as we started hiking again we heard our names being yelled from behind. It was Yote, a thruhiker we hadn’t seen in a long time. He hiked fast and we hiked with him talking for a while. He explained that he kept getting injured, and one such injury took him off the trail for a month. He told us he was trying to finish the Trail by August 17^th, five days before our intended end date. He said he was hiking with a girl named Peaches who knew someone who worked at the hut we were all headed to for work-for-stay. He and Peaches had got work-for-stay at the hut we stopped at yesterday after we were gone. When we couldn’t keep up, we let Yote push on ahead of us. Near the top we caught up to Yote and Peaches at Liberty Spring Campsite where they were talking to a camper with a large beard. Beside Forrester Gump, Andrew, the camper was the only one on the whole Trail who knew what Hesychast was. He was Orthodox and we talked awhile before hiking on to Little Haystack Mountain. Here we met Squirrel and her dog Zima again and she relayed the story of how she had stealth camped next to a brook last night and hung her dog’s food on a tree right next to her tent. She woke up to noise in the middle of the night and unzipped her tent to find a black bear right in front of her. The bear ran away of course, but she was shaken up by the experience a bit. Half of the dog food was missing and the pouch had a big tear in it from the bear’s claws. From the top of Little Haystack we were above tree line for the next two miles as we hiked up and down the rocky terrain from peak to peak along a beautifully exposed ridgeline, Franconia Ridge. A lot of tourists were up here despite the fact it was still morning. At the bottom of Mt Lincoln’s peak a researcher with a stopwatch gave us a card with the time we passed by on it and we hiked right on up the peak past many section hikers to the top where another researcher took our time card. A group of young people was up there excited to be the fastest ones up so far. They were talking to Yote and Peaches. As soon as we got there the researcher informed them they’d just been beat by us. The views were really great on Mt Lincoln and there were a lot of tourists hanging out on top. We asked Peaches to take our photo for us. The clouds kept rolling in and out so sometimes we had good views of all around us, but other times even the next peak would be obscured by clouds. We hiked past Yote and Peaches on the last and tallest peak, Mt Lafayette, and began the rocky climb down. We scrambled down rocks for a thousand feet and past the 5/6 mark of being done with the Trail. Then we hiked up the steep Mt Garfield and partly down the very steep and precarious down we stopped for a break. Yote and Peaches past us and we continued down and across another a large gap between two mountains to Galehead Hut. Yote, Peaches, Silent Bob, another northbounder we didn’t know then, and two southbounders were sitting on the porch waiting for the guests inside to finish their dinner. We didn’t expect to get a work-for-stay, but because the crew of the other hut seemed so nice, we were hopeful, Nepsis probably a little too hopeful. We went inside and Nepsis asked the crew about it. The crew leader nicely, but awkwardly denied us food, but offered to let us sleep on the floor inside. We walked out, Nepsis devastated. She had to walk away from the other thruhikers and sit on a rock, holding back tears. The hike was tough and some good food would have been great. Eventually we cooked our own ramen dinner and hiked on, a mile up South Twin Mountain. The top was cold and we hiked a bit down on steep rocks until we found a small alcove, just big enough for our tent, right next to the Trail. One southbounder past by before it got dark and we went to sleep.

Miles hiked today: 13.8 Total AT miles completed: 1826 Total AT miles left to hike: 359.3

Day 138

We woke up early and hiked a few hours, past Mt Guyot and across Zeacliff Ridge until a short, steep down section, which ended at the Zealand Falls Hut. This hut was smaller, and we enjoyed bean soup, oatmeal cookies, and gingerbread in the small dining room. After the early lunch we hiked quickly across a long, flat ridge for several miles and then way down a few miles to Crawford Notch where we crossed US 302. Just after a road there was a plastic bag filled with sodas and a note telling people to leave it for thruhikers. We each enjoyed a soda with our second lunch before hiking back up a long ways, along the Webster Cliffs with excellent views, up to Mt Webster. We then hiked across the ridge to Mt Jackson and a little further down the ridge to Mizpah Spring Hut. For the third time we got there during dinner time and Nepsis made me go in to ask about work-for-stay. They weren’t taking any thruhikers in because a bluegrass group had rented the entire hut and were planning on playing late into the night. Next to the hut, a small hike into the woods was the Nauman Campsite. It was packed with campers, but the caretaker found us a spot on a platform with two other tents already on it. It cost $8 for each of us and the others on our platform were a group of young boys with two teenage counselors out hiking for a week. We went to sleep when the younger boys quieted down.

Miles hiked today: 20.3 Total AT miles completed: 1846.3 Total AT miles left to hike: 339

Day 139

We woke up early and got hiking. Crew members had informed us that it is best for thruhikers to arrive at 4 pm to ensure a work-for-stay spot and we had our eye on one and wanted to make sure we could there around that time.  We started hiking in the cold morning a bit up to Mt Pierce and a bit further up to Mt Eisenhower, above the tree line. It was very windy above the tree line, making the cold air even colder. We were in constant mist, getting a bit wet. We put on our ponchos, more to keep warm from the wind then from the wetness. We hiked on, a bit more up past Mt Franklin and a bit more up past Mt Monroe. There were probably great views all morning, but we couldn’t see anything beyond the clouds enveloping us. A bit further on the Lakes of the Clouds Hut appeared out of the mist in front of us. It was nice to get out of the cold. This hut was a lot bigger than any of the others and we had cheese and broccoli soup and several delicious pieces of pumpkin bread with chocolate chips inside. When we had enjoyed the food and warmth long enough we exited the hut to find the clouds clearing out. We hiked on, past the lakes, which really could be called ponds and to a sign that read: STOP THE AREA AHEAD HAS THE WORST WEATHER IN AMERICA. MANY HAVE DIED THERE FROM EXPOSURE. EVEN IN THE SUMMER. TURN BACK NOW IF THE WEATHER IS BAD. We hiked past it and started heading up the second tallest mountain on the Trail and the tallest in New Hampshire, Mt Washington. Once the clouds cleared we could see towers on the top of the summit and the Trail turned into a giant rock pile with cairns leading us in the right direction. We hiked steadily and passed several section hikers who seemed to be struggling and looked at us in disbelief as we kept going without breaks. Finally, we reached the top where there were several buildings and tourists walking about. The clouds rolled in again and after snapping a few photos of a hiker statue and the cog railcar that had just brought a group of tourists up from three miles down the mountains in Bretton Woods, we dashed inside the visitor center. It was the biggest building there and had a post office, restrooms, a cafeteria, a gift shop, and a museum inside. A lot of tourists and fellow hikers were inside. We ate lunch and some resupply at the cafeteria and waited inside while we waited for the Smartphone to charge. There was a video on one wall showing movies of people on top of the mountain being tossed around by strong winds. Next to the monitor was a historical list of all the deaths that had occurred on and around the mountain. Most were winter accidents or sudden health failures of older people, but there were also several of young people who had something unimaginable happen. One of the most memorable stories was of two board members of the Appalachian Mountain Club who decided to hike the couple of hours up the mountain to a meeting that was being held in July. An unexpected ice storm hit and they were not prepared for it and both died. We hung out inside for a while before leaving to snap a photo on the summit and get hiking again. We hiked down, along the railway a bit and a couple railcars passed by. Traditionally, we, as thruhikers, were supposed to moon them, but we simply waved. As I walked down the rocks while trying to take a photo I fell on my knees, cutting them up on rocks. As we hiked down the rocks, the clouds cleared out again and we had nice views as we hiked along, passing by Mt Clay and Mt Jefferson. We followed the cairns up and down, up and down until from the top of a mountain we could see hut way down at the bottom of an incline. We got excited and hiked a little faster down the precarious rocks. When we were almost all the way down, as I was sticking my trekking pole into the ground, my feet slipped out from under me and my face smashed into the handle of my pole sticking in the ground on my way down. It hurt, but there was no blood. But after this I really hoped we could get the work-for-stay. The hut was pretty empty inside except for one crewmember making dinner. It wasn’t quite four o’clock, but we were getting nervous so Nepsis asked the crewmember anyway. She asked us where we’d hiked from and when we told her she accepted us. We were very happy and soon she brought us outside, two hundred feet away from the hut, to where our work was. She brought us to a small wooden walled area where a bunch of compost was spread out across metal grates. Our job was to get the thick, muddy, bad-smelling substance through the holes in the grates with a couple of shovels and a plastic rake. She told us when we were finished we’d be done with our work-for-stay. We went to work scraping, smashing, pushing, and raking. After fifteen minutes nothing really looked different. After half an hour it looked the same. We could see a little bit of the compost getting through the grates, but not really much at all. Nepsis decided the best method was to squash it with her shoes. The problem was it all stuck together even when it was smashed small enough to fit down the holes. After a long time with no visible progress, Silent Bob and another thruhiker we’d never met before named Bagheera, came to relieve us. They also got work-for-stay positions. We went back to the hut to rest and look around the place.. The most interesting thing to me was a section of the wall that explained that all the energy the hut uses came from solar and wind power with some propane tanks for backup. It showed how much wind and solar power was being accumulated at any given time, how much battery was used up, and how much of the battery had been charged with solar vs wind power. Within a few minutes, Bagheera came back in to ask us how on earth to get any of the compost down through the grates. In the next couple of hours guests started arriving one after another until the place was full. Dinner started for the guests so us thruhikers waited outside. We joked about how the proper guests wouldn’t want to eat with the likes of us and that we were being treated like dogs, getting their table scraps. After a bit Grams, Gramps, and Indy showed up, who we hadn’t seen in a long time. We talked for a while before they decided to go in and ask for work-for-stay. They were denied, but the crew gave them a large loaf of homemade bread. They consumed it feverishly and it looked so good. We were all so hungry. Eventually, the crew came out to call us in for the leftovers. We were all so happy as we piled our plates high with chicken, couscous, homemade bread with butter, salad, soup, and brownies. It was amazing. We felt sorry for Grams, Gramps, and Indy so we snuck them some brownies when they came in to use the restroom. The crewmembers have to hike up several boxes of fresh food on these wooden slabs several times a week to their own huts to be able to prepare these meals. After dinner we sat around waiting for the guests to go to their bunkroom so we could go to sleep. Lights out was at 9:30 pm and we pushed some of the benches together to sleep on them for the night.

Miles hiked today: 11.8 Total AT miles completed: 1858.1 Total AT miles left to hike: 327.2

Day 140

We woke up very early to a crewmember noisily setting the tables for breakfast. Us thruhikers packed up and sat at a table in the corner drinking coffee and tea while we waited for the tables to be set and breakfast to be made. In awhile the other crewmembers woke up and walked into the hallway with a guitar to wake the guests with the song, “Angel from Montgomery.” The guests slowly poured into the dining room and were served oatmeal and pancakes while we waited for them to finish. After they were done and slowly leaving the hut we had our fill of breakfast and shortly after Nepsis and I hit the Trail. Right away we had a steep climb up Mt Madison, then way down several miles off, across a fairly level part, and down a bit further to Pinkham Notch where there was a Visitor Center with a cafeteria inside. We bought sandwiches for lunch, ate, and rested inside, charging our phones with Grams, Gramps, and Indy who were already there. In a bit Silent Bob and Bagheera came and then Yote, Peaches and another thruhiker we had seen, but didn’t know the name of. It started to rain and Silent Bob took a nap on the outside porch on a bench. Peaches came us some extra food she had from a mail drop. A woman she had met sometime during the Trail took a liking to her and often sent mail drops with a ton of food. We also found some food in a hiker box and when the rain cleared out again we finally got back to hiking behind Bagheera. The first mile was flat and easy along some ponds, but I was sleepy and didn’t feel much like hiking. I woke up when we had to hike up the very steep Wildcat Mountain. It was slow going, but we passed Bagheera, who had stopped to make a phone call. We kept pushing on up and Silent Bob passed us. Finally, we reached peak E as the sky began to darken with storms. We passed peak D where there was a small tower and a ski gondola and we climbed a bit further up to peak C and across to peak A. On our way down into a notch Bagheera passed us and it started to sprinkle. Down in the notch there was a hut down a side trail, but I thought we’d just continue on since it was evening already. Nepsis wanted to check it out anyway and on the side trail we passed by a couple of ponds that looked beautiful with the mountains behind them. Carter Notch Hut was tucked away on an incline. The bunkrooms and restroom were separate building further up the hill. As we approached the main building two girls in bathing suits came running out. On seeing us they immediately asked us if we were thruhikers and if we wanted work-for-stay. We happily agreed and they told us to go in and eat while they ran down to the pond for a quick dip. Inside, the hut was very small, and crowded with guests hanging out around the tables. Silent Bob and Bagheera were already sitting down and eating. We heaped piles of salad, lasagna, peas, and brownies onto our plates and started scarfing it down. Soon, Yote, Peaches, and the thruhiker we kept seeing arrived and they were all offered work-for-stay too. The thruhiker we hadn’t met yet was named White Rabbit. We were sitting next to a family who were playing Uno together and the parents had a box of merlot. When Nepsis mentioned it, the offered us the rest so I poured cups for the thruhikers who wanted it. Then the crew brought out stacks of baked goods and set them in front of us, challenging us to eat it all. We were all feeling real great and the crew was extremely nice and friendly. Our work-for-stay consisted of cleaning the kitchen, but since there were so many of us thruhikers, it took no time at all. We all just hung out having fun until it was time to sleep. We all lined up on the floor and fell asleep quickly.

Miles hiked today: 13.7 Total AT miles completed: 1871.8 Total AT miles left to hike: 313.5

Day 141: Part 1

The crewmember in charge of breakfast was neither up as early nor as loud as the crewmember at the last hut. Still, it was pretty early as us thruhikers started waking up. The crewmember gave us more baked goods and coffee in exchange for us waking up the other crewmembers with “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” Yote took the lead with a powerful solo as the rest of us sang backup. The crew told us we could stay for more breakfast if we wanted to help with breakfast cleanup, but Nepsis and I opted out to get hiking. Immediately, we had a steep climb out of the notch on slippery rock through the early morning cold mist. Several of the other thruhikers passed us before we reached the top of Carter Dome. From there we hiked across the ridge to Mt Hight, an abrupt down to Zeta Pass, and the gradual up and across a few miles to Middle Carter Mountain and North Carter Mountain. From there we went a ways down and up a bit over Mt Moriah before making our way down, out of the mountains to a road where we stopped by a hostel. We made it through the Whites!