Words can’t express.
5.2 miles of feeling raw. Not knowing how to feel. Not knowing if I would cry or jump for joy or scream.
We walked, and scrambled, the whole way with a sobo, philos, who was just starting his journey to GA. The ranger station provides little backpacks for us to slack pack up the mountain. My first slack pack. Feels great having only 5 lbs on your back. I thought I was going to take off and fly away. Philos was so excited and wanted to summit with us so he could ask questions and learn as much as he could. Smart guy and incredibly in shape. It was also a nice way for WD and i to reflect on our hike while making the final climb.
Katahdin is a serious mountain. Had to store the trekking poles and dive in hands first. Lots of climbing and shimmering through rock squeezes. Hands on and technical. Philos was a trouper to keep up with us. It’s a straight shot up then a long rocky ridge line to the top.
Then you see the sign. The sign! It’s just a sign, but it has meant so much. It means everything. All that I have worked for is represented in that sign. People were there, day hikers, sobos, tourists, but we just walked right over and laid our hands on that sign like we were the only ones there. A moment of glory that felt so tremendous.
We couldn’t stop smiling.
No crying, no screaming, just pure joy and smiling.
Morning of hand made four leaf clover
I’ve been carrying these socks for over a month. Only use: summiting katahdin.
Breakfast of champions.