Androscoggin River to Mahoosuc Notch
Normal Tso Mosquito Camp to Dinner By Lightning Gentle Camp
AT miles: 18.4
Whole miles: 1923.1
Elevation change: 6857ft achieve, 5610ft loss

Aaaaall the best way again, on Day 1 of this little journey, a bearded man had yelled “MAKE IT TO MAINE” as Rooster, Crunchberry, and I disappeared into the mist after our lunch break on the hut on Springer Mountain. Just a few different randos had supplied the identical pep discuss on my hike north, the latest coming in Dalton (I can’t even keep in mind what state that was in). At first it had appeared like a wierd motto. Make it to Maine? Psht, I’m making it to Katahdin. Nonetheless, the nearer to Maine that I hiked, the extra I felt the importance of merely reaching the ultimate state of a northbound AT thru-hike. One can’t attain Katahdin with out first making it to Maine, in any case. And at last, as my tempo slowed within the gloriously punishing White Mountains of New Hampshire, making it to Maine actually did begin to really feel like the last word purpose. It nearly felt impossibly distant as I struggled up and over Moosulauke, the Kinsmans, Franconia, the Presidentials, Wildcat, Carter, and Moriah. Effectively, now I’m right here. I made it to Maine. And what does that imply, what does that really feel like? The purpose submit has moved north, and as soon as once more stands planted on Katahdin. Apart from that, I’ve discovered that making it to Maine has actually simply earned me the largest butt-kicking of my mountaineering profession. And also you thought The Whites have been robust…

The morning routine bought underway early within the peaceable safety of the van physique. I used to be actually on path, however by some means not till I stepped outdoors for the primary time to pack my stuff. I seemed up right into a hazy sky, unsure if it was grey with cloud or with the monochrome of pre-dawn. After all, pre-dawn had come and gone, I wasn’t beginning that early, so it will need to have been a haze. The forecast was calling for a sizzling one, like 90F down within the lowlands, so I used to be wanting to get again on path and climb excessive into the relative cool if the mountains.

After a cup of espresso and the ultimate mouthfuls of final evening’s dinner, SpiceRack and I turned in the wrong way of the path, and began strolling down a paved nation street. There was nonetheless no replace on the Centennial hearth closure, so this was the alternate route that I had put collectively. For a few mile, we sniffed lilac and listened to the birds between songs that had been caught in our heads for days. Then, subsequent to a secluded residence, a path signal pointed me into the woods up the Peabody Brook Path. I stated goodbye to Spice, and dove in.

The Peabody path was in nice form, and adopted the brook up via tall pine, then vibrant beech, then dense spruce because it climbed to fulfill the Mahoosuc Path on prime of the ridge at Dream Lake. I made good time up the light slope at first, earlier than slowing to my practiced White Mountain grind because the grade steepened with out even contemplating a switchback. The morning was nonetheless comparatively cool, however the dense humid air of the choked forest did little to evaporate my dripping sweat. I used to be soggy very quickly.

I rejoined the AT correct at an unassuming junction. It was a reduction to step foot again on the path, my residence, for I knew that it could take me the place I used to be making an attempt to go. It won’t at all times play good, however the AT runs from Springer to Katahdin, from Katahdin to Springer, as positive as the rest on this wild world. My alternate had been 4 nice miles, and bypassed 9 miles of official path. I’m no purist, though I attempt to keep up a steady footpath, however I did really feel a bit of responsible about chopping some miles. However that’s what it takes on a thru-hike of this size. We do the very best we are able to.

The path from there wasn’t steep in any respect, nevertheless it was instantly difficult. Hidden within the easy elevation profile have been brief boulder scrambles, slippery boardwalks, and deep mud holes. Every step was necessary and demanded acutely aware placement. Each threatened to slide extra or plunge deeper than I anticipated. However the forest was stunning and energetic. Dense conifers, brief and tall, forged deep shade, and I usually couldn’t see the bottom apart from the path for the needles and grabbing branches. The place there have been gaps, thick mats of moss coloured the ground completely different shades of fuzzy inexperienced, simply asking to be touched. I loved this mountaineering regardless of the slowness, nevertheless it was not a spot that I’d wish to name residence. To closed, not sufficient air.

The primary huge climb put me on the extensive summit ridge of Mount Success. Open slabs lastly allowed the slight breeze to chill my dripping sweat as I questioned on the first view of the day. It was a satisfying look again on the greatest mountains of The Whites, seeming extra distant than they need to have via the miles of humid sky. I acknowledged the shapes of a lot of them, however the particulars have been buffed out like a watercolor portray. I sat on a very snug patch of granite and pulled meals from my backpack. This was an excellent a spot as any for lunch so long as I used my umbrella to dam the brutal warmth of the solar.

Subsequent cease, Maine. Two treacherous miles of bathroom and boulders did their greatest to increase my keep in New Hampshire to a life sentence, however I used to be having none of that. A gradual part of cliffs and ice preceded a curiously straightforward wood ladder, then I used to be there. No less than that’s what the signal stated. The spot was nothing particular, aside from the bigger than common piles of moose scat, however the solar shone brightly and my spirit soared. Make it to Maine? Oh yeah, I made it to Maine. After a couple of minutes of fruitless contemplation and saying farewell to The Whites, I revved myself up, and charged into the ultimate state, straight right into a blowdown throughout the path. It was an omen.

Tough doesn’t even start to explain the primary afternoon in Maine. It was whole mayhem. All of the challenges beforehand described, the boulders, roots, mud, slabs, have been current and amplified by some means. I used to be often confronted with 5-10ft cliffs that each one however introduced me to a halt whereas I examined the face for sufficient texture to present my soles buy on the weeping rock. I used my arms as a lot as my poles, and all have been important to maintaining my butt off the rock and my face out of the mud. Even the brief flat sections in between the slabby steeps have been minefields of goo, wanting to suck and slurp the footwear from my ft. Except there was an precise rock to step on, there have been no ensures that my foot wouldn’t sink into two ft of ooze. Alongside the slippery boardwalks throughout the alpine bogs, the mud pits had no backside. Every step was consequential, every pole tip placement rigorously chosen. Slips have been to be averted. Slips have been assured.

A very cliffy part of path offered iron rungs to achieve the ridge of Goose Eye Peak. The path was nearly straightforward from there for about 100 yards earlier than clambering up the following of the Goose Eye’s. From the open summit slabs, I took a breather to eat a bar, catch the breeze, and go searching. I used to be in it now, standing in the midst of the lengthy line of forested summits undulating from Mount Washington within the hazy distance to Previous Speck forward. There might have been easy path below the overlaying of bushes, however I now knew higher. Below this inexperienced blanket lay probably the most horrendous impediment course of all time. Nonetheless, I used to be stunned to note that I didn’t hate it. Maybe it was as a result of I had been warned that Southern Maine was a bear. Maybe it was the considerable sunshine. I’d groan every time I noticed one other cliff in my path, but I used to be detached to the entire expertise. It was onerous, and I seen that with out taking it personally.

My fatigue grew near my restrict as I pushed throughout and over the North Goose Eye Peak. I used to be nonetheless grinding onerous, hoping to make it via the infamous Mahoosuc Notch by dusk earlier than tomorrow’s rain might make it much more difficult. An extended, quad-ripping descent deposited me on the backside of the cleft between two large cliff faces. Humongous boulders, as much as the dimensions of small houses, had come to relaxation on this mile-long slender, and naturally, the AT went straight via it.

Drained, alone, and with darkness approaching, I used to be heading in in opposition to all higher knowledge, nevertheless it was value it to me to have dry rock. The temperature dropped 20 levels immediately on the backside, and it was straightforward to see why. Snow and ice nonetheless stuffed the gaps between the boulders. It was chilly and supportive, and so may need really aided my passage the place it lay despite the fact that it was unsettling to not know if there was rock or air under. Solely as soon as did I nearly slip into the slender hole below a big boulder. The remainder of the time, enjoyable rock hopping and delicate scrambling saved all 4 of my limbs engaged, and examined my stability. I felt good, practiced at this sort of factor at this level, and let the meditative focus wipe away my acutely aware thought. I filtered water, and pushed my pack forward of me via an icy tunnel or two. Then, an hour after getting into the miracle mile of Mahoosuc Notch, I exited again into the nice and cozy night, giving myself a pat on the again. Crushed it.

Flat tenting was only a brief distance additional, and I pitched my tent not 5 minutes earlier than the primary rumble of thunder drifted to my ears. I swiftly tossed all my gear inside as the primary drops of rain started to splash. Simply within the nickle time. I devoured a combination of ramen and couscous as lighting flashed nearly continuously for the following hour. Most of it produced no thunder, however the few claps that did rip the air have been deafening. The rain got here in waves, thrumming on my tent cover like a drumroll. I’d by no means felt so drained and alive on the identical time in my life, and I lay again, maintaining my eyes open to the flickering of the storm lengthy after it had moved from earshot. There was no place I’d have fairly been. This was Maine, this was residence.

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