After a massive group breakfast that featured all-you-can-eat blueberry pancakes, our merry band of thru-hikers loaded into the boat for a ride back across the lake and back to our default task of hiking north. Not 2 hours into the day, we came across a random woods road near the shore of a lake where a picnic tent had been setup to host trail magic…
Appalachian Trail 2004
Daily dispatches and photos from the Appalachian Trail, a 2194-mile footpath running from Georgia to Maine through 14 states along the East Coast.
Abol Bridge
The dwindling miles that now separate me from Katahdin have been matched by a dwindling pace. My energy has slowly waned over the course of the past month, having long since consumed what fat reserves I had, so the leisurely pace has been a welcome change. It also has felt like a natural winding down of the hike, allowing each moment to stretch to its maximum.
The Birches
What a day! Very short on miles, but with a mere 10 miles between Abol Bridge and the final campsite tonight in Baxter State Park at the foot of Katahdin, we had plenty of time to enjoy the sights along the way and soak in another beautiful day in the Maine wilderness.
Katahdin
After a night of restless anticipation, morning came early. I strolled away from The Birches for an early reunion with my Mom and Dad who’d driven all the way from home to meet me, but even before I made it to the parking lot my hometown friend Shauna, herself having travelled to meet her brother NY Mule, came running down the trail towards me.