Thursday, September 20, 2012

Journal: Experiments with Small Critters

Two Towns Later

Leaving Killington and Rutland I felt lazy. The sun was out, the day was warm. After lounging on the grass for half an hour I proceeded up the historic AT at four O'clock. Two routes run through Killington: the present day route skirting Pico Peak and the historic route going to the top of Pico. I took the historic route for views and received the extra bonus of an ice cold spring coming straight from the mountainside, no filtering required. I made ten miles before stopping in the second oldest shelter on the AT. A refreshing twilight bath in the brook made a good day better.

The next day I hiked a few miles until I reached a shelter with a lawn! Needless to say, I spent a few hours enjoying the sun. That was a ten mile day too. But I was ready for the next day. Leaving at 8 AM I hiked quickly and steadily with breaks for swimming and lounging. By 5 I had covered twenty miles. Seven more saw me to the top of Bromley Mountain where I slept in the ski patrol warming hut.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Journal: Cooperatively Wet

Reposted from email:

Hanover NH had the most wonderful coop grocery store with fresh fruits, veggies, cheeses, and a bulk food section for which to die. I loaded up on good food, tossed in some apples, spinach, tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, freshly baked bread and prepared to have a sumptuous feast. I had only one problem: it was 5:30 PM with seven miles to hike and a storm in the forecast (thankfully downgraded from the tornado warning). So I went back to my spot by the athletic fields and set up my tarp on the lawn. Or tried to.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Journal: Two(ish) Days to Hanover

No, that's not the title of an Alistair MacLean novel. In Lincoln I intended to zero and take a rest day. But the day was so nice and I finished my chores so early that I couldn't sit still. At 3 PM I called for a shuttle to the trailhead and by 4:30 I arrived. Surprise, surprise, Dogger, another SOBO, was taking the shuttle back to town having almost caught the three of us (Old School, Piper, and I).

Mount Moosilauke was the first test, but fortunately I had pumpkin and banana bread from Rock Dancer to fortify me. And it was only 1.6 miles on a short day. I only left town because it was too nice of a day to take a zero. Old School and Piper - my companions through the Whites - left earlier in the day because they had to reach Hanover's post office 54 miles away before it closed on Saturday.

Journal: Clearly, I have been remiss

So no updates on either Trail Journals or Blogger. Where oh where could that through hiker be? Having difficulty staying connected! Since I write up short summaries via email - although they fit neither on a daily trail journal nor on a article basis, I am copying them here.