Oh Man, Oh Maine, Oh Mountains.
Day 19: Mile 188.2 to Mile 196.6
Pretty easy day today, or it should have been should I say. In all honesty, it hasnt been that taxing, weve had a fair amount of elevation, but its been relatively gradual. I think the issue Im having today is hiking after a zero and on a belly full of breakfast. I just couldnt resist the cream cheese bagel, or the homebaked muffin that was calling my name. Fatty! The I just wanna Netflix and chill with my bagel look….
North and South Crocker Mountain were pretty cool climbs. Ive adopted a new approach that seems to help morale when climbing 100 feet has me gasping for air and questioning why I’m doing this. Heard of Guthook? Its an offline GPS that may have saved my life once or twice. Thats a bit extreme; Ive just followed northbound blazes off a mountain once or twice. They’re not labeled so it’s relatively easy to do if you’re me. I did tell you I get lost following a SatNav so this really shouldn’t come as a surprise. Anyway, when Im tired, sweaty, and staring sadly up at the mountain I still havent managed to summit, I check to see where the little blue dot (me) is on the map. Works like a charm. Especially when I see Im a third of the way up.
Time for mountain talk. South Crocker has the better view; check out the awesome dining spot.
It overlooks Sugarloaf and some other mountains. Tomorrow is the day we conquer that beast. Although Im kind of jealous of Als mum and brother. Theyre leaving us tomorrow and get to depart by way of the ski lift thats on Sugarloaf. Ill miss out on that fun, but I suppose the hike wont hike itself.
Just when I thought it was going to be a good day the thunderstorms hit. I was walking so fast I may as well have been jogging the last mile and a half to camp. I dont know if this is the case for you, but being soaked to the bone makes me move faster.
I sat under the tarp sulking like a teenager waiting out the storm. May have been singing Teds Thunder song to myself.
I proceeded to be a pathetic teenager for another hour or two inside my tent. I changed clothes, snuggled my sleeping bag for warmth, ate a tuna tortilla, and all of my Starbursts that should have lasted another day. Thats all it takes to turn this frown upside down. Cute dog memes or funny animal videos do it better, but sadly I didnt have those. Luckily Starbusts work, too, though America’s version taste a little odd. Is it not enough that you destroyed Cadbury’s Creme Eggs?
Day 20: Mile 196.6 to Mile 209.7
I woke up to the sound of rain at 4:50. Here we go again, I thought. We had to cross a stream by rock hopping. This is it. This is where I bite the dust. Slippery rocks on previous fords had been unsuccessful, so how was I going to cope with this one? Somehow, I did it. The rain had buggered off by the time we left camp, which probably helped my cause a little.
Rock climbing and scrambling up at least one side of the mountain has become the norm, though I wont pretend to be any less scared by the thought of it. Im getting better at finding footholds and pulling myself up, but do you know what Im excelling at right now? Being ankle deep in mud. I just cant help slipping off rocks or log planks. Im starting to accept being dirty. I dont like it, but Im accepting it. Styling.
Oh guys, guess what? We reached 200 miles today. Only 1,980.4 miles to go. I celebrated with a Pop-Tart, of course. What else was I to do? Its not like I had a cake and a candle to celebrate my 100-mile anniversary.
Also, Ive become infatuated with the mushrooms on trail. They look as though they belong in a Tim Burton film because theyre so colorful and wonderful.
Every time I walk past one I half expect him to jump out and shoo me away because Ive stumbled onto a scene from Alice in Wonderland. Some small part of me wishes thatll actually happen because itd be freaking awesome.
Forget raging bulls, let’s talk about raging storms. We set up camp in a shelter because we knew there was a thunderstorm on route. We made it to camp just before the thunder and rain kicked in, but it was fairly mellow. Then, out of nowhere the rain intensified. It sounded like gunfire hitting the tin roof above us. Roaring thunder and flashes of light followed. Oh, lets not forget the Malteser-sized hail that bounced aggressively off the floor toward us in the shelter. It was truly frightening given our elevation. I actually said, If this is the end Im going to go get my bear bag so I can go out eating a Pop-Tart.” At least we werent above tre line climbing over Saddleback. We would have been goners, for sure. Lets hope that the sun comes out tomorrow or well be stuck in the shelter.
Day 21: Mile 209.7 to Mile 218.6
One word to sum up the day? Awesome! We had a lazy start to the day and left around 9, the sun came out, we sat and talked to a few NOBOs, and the mountains. Its easier if I just show you pictures of my day; youll see what I mean. Excuse the crazy lion mane hair Ive got going on; it does its own thing these days.
Saddleback Jr., you’ve been a blast. Where’s your daddy?
Look at that lion’s mane. Do you think I’ll scare off any potential bears if I roar?
When Horn Mountain doesn’t have a wooden selfie podium what’s a girl to do but make horns?
Mountain and chill is the new Netflix and chill.
Mountains (or the view from the mountains) make me a happy, happy bean.
I’m on top of the woooooorrlllld!
Day 22: Mile 218.6 to Mile 229.8
Woke up early today and hiked two miles to the regular hitch spot. We were hitting Rangeley for a resupply and the laundromat. Before we move on, I got three more firsts in today. Im on a roll.
The first being hitching. I cant think of that horror movie that now makes this a pointless reference and sentence. Basically, hitching is a scary thought to me. Have you figured out Im a bit of a wimp yet? Anyway, thumbs up and within seconds we had a truck pull over. Would you believe me if I told you that the guy that pulled over was the owner of the laundromat? Well it was. The odds!
The second was going to a laundromat. I know, theyre not thrilling firsts but I like doing things Ive never done. This happens to be one of them. Look at my happy little face. Aren’t those loaner clothes legit? I almost kept them to hike in.
The third was eating a Whoopie Pie outside of IGA. Were getting good at this hiker trash business. Having a hole in my top helps the cause (undecided if its from a mouse, or from getting caught in trees when it was drying on my pack). Dont worry, I had a banana. too. Im all about that nutrition. If I wasnt I wouldnt have washed everything down with a Coke.
After lots of firsts and a quick Instagram update, we headed back to trail. 9.5 more miles to the lean-to, and boy did it suck. Not in a bad way, the terrain was fine – we were just full-bellied hikers in town mode. We got a good break at a cute pond to eat lunch. My egg sandwich held up in the sun. Great news.
Ended the day eating crisps and Fizzy Worms by another pond, just a two-second walk from the lean-to. Gross leeches stopped us from swimming but I did have a mini wash so Im not so smelly. Bonus!
Day 23: Mile 229.8 to Mile 242.4
Today was like being in a game of Pokemon. Id find myself walking through grass with wild Pokemon appearing every so often – with slight differences, of course. The entire 12(ish) miles of terrain was the grass, and various nature things were the wild Pokemon.
First up to challenge me was the mud slide. I put up a good fight but eventually lost that battle. Next up to the plate was slippery moss, and boy was his will to win strong. I dont need to tell you what happened; you can probably guess. After that a hard rock appeared and attacked with a toe stub. You all know how that feels, dont you? It was super effective. Lost that one, too. Last, but not least, were watery mud puddles (ankle deep); this wild Pokemon crept up several times throughout the day, and yes, I lost those battles, too. On a side note, if your kids love making mud pies this is the place for them – theyll have the time of their lives.
I never managed to capture any various nature things; they all escaped after inflicting some sort of pain, whether it be physical or mental. I guess you could call today a demoralizing day.
A NOBO put Maine into perspective today when she compared it to a final exam. She went on to explain how Maine has the rocks of Pennsylvania, mud of Vermont, and the heights and sheer rock faces of New Hampshire (I might have forgotten a thing or two). Maine might be pretty, but shell make you want to take mental health days.
The start of the day was nice; we ate breakfast on a beach. Al really wants to see a moose so we perched by the water. Sadly, no luck.
We were told about a little gem called Height Of Land during our resupply yesterday. Its a place that overlooks the Bemis Mountain Range and Mooselookmeguntic Lake. The guy said it was the most picturesque view of the entire trail. I can neither confirm or deny that statement this early on, but it certainly didnt disappoint. I sat on the bench eating my Ritz crisp thins for a good 30 minutes, soaking in the views.
Its 7:15 p.m. and I am zonked. Time to hit the hay. Is that the right expression? Im too tired to even care; it can stay and well pretend its right. Catch you on the flip side.
Day 24: Mile 242.4 to Mile 255.0
Pitched my tent after 12.6 miles, three mountains and several lung/food breaks. All before 5 p.m. Not too shabby if I say so myself. Rewarded myself with a Pop-Tart dessert. It was going to be a Fizzy Worms kind of night but I forgot I ate them all yesterday. Tragic, I know.
Todays mountains will be added to my list of least favorite mountains alongside yesterdays. I think were getting better at conquering the beasts, though, because we seem to be making better timing.
Come at me New Hampshire, Im ready for you! I jest. New Hampshire is going to destroy me. Heres to hoping the weather for the Whites is phenomenal so I at least get the views everyone keeps talking about. Luckily, Ive got a few more miles to psych myself up for those bad boys and convince myself I can do it.
Going into town tomorrow. Well be hiking a grand total of 1.9 miles to the pickup point. We get to sleep in too as the shuttle isnt until 9. All about maximizing that nero day.
Alex just told me that some Walmarts have McDonald’s. This is going to be the best resupply to date. Theres a high probability that Im going to be dreaming of nuggets tonight. That or hot showers. I cant decide which Im more excited for. I guess we shall find out; well I will.
Oh, would you look at the time? 7:08. Bedtime! Sweet dreams.
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Ok, love your trail name first of all. Secondly, your writing voice brings your British personality without needing to hear your accent and I love that too! Keep the blogs coming my fellow hiker/writer/biscuit-and-gravy-loving friend.
Have never followed a SoBo. Do you have daily journal other than the trek? Love the way you write of your experiences. Have a wonderful hike and Hike On S>