The last of the trail in New York goes through a marsh and we heard familiar birds such as a Common Yellowthroat calling from the reeds.
Goodbye New York!
We kept running into Brother of the Wind over the next few days, and I am forever grateful for his lesson on the PCT method of bear bag hanging.
"Schaghticoke" (ska-ti-coke) means "the place where the river divides" in Mohegan, a Native American language. We passed through a reservation by the same name.
Somewhere along the way, we used our Murray beads and celebrated our 800th mile on the trail!
My mountain man....
We walked through the outskirts of Cannan and ran into Gravity again as we prepared for the ascent up Bear Mountain.
The next morning we celebrated with oatmeal and coffee at Sages Ravine, enjoying the series of breathtaking cascades and small falls.