Had a difficult time leaving the wonderful White Mountains Lodge and Hostel. They did my laundry (and had other cotton clothes for us to wear), cooked a huge breakfast, and shuttled us all over town. Didn’t roll out until 10:30 am or so. Still trucked a solid 16 to a shelter .5 over the Maine border. I made it to Maine. If only I could describe the excitement. Last state, and they tried to take us out on some wet rainy long rock slabs right before we got there. The three of us, witch doctor, bright side and myself, each almost lost limbs in the last mile of new Hampshire. It really didn’t want to let us go easy. Larry boy didn’t make it as far as the shelter, but big brother and little brother did make it in after dark. Good crew, just wish Larry boy had been there for the Maine cross. He has to get off trail on Saturday for a job. Has to finish Maine last year- ahh that would kill me! And it’s killing him. I met Larry boy around day 4 or 5 so we will definitely have a little goodbye party.
So, I made it to Maine and I passed 1900 miles. Loving life.