Well, before we hit the Long Trail, which is just over the Vermont border, Cute Husband and I had to climb a little mountain called Mount Greylock in MA. The Cute One planned an excellent 98 mile hike (our longest to date!) with a planned slack pack over the big mountain. The top of Greylock has a monument, a parking lot and some amazing hamburgers, which made for the best lunch in preparation for days of peanut butter and dried food.
After a lovely night in a lovely Howard Johnson, we started our hike into a new state! Vermont! And, a new trail, as the Long Trail and the AT are one for a large section of VT.
Please overlook the awful cell phone pictures. I packed a camera (and carried its weight for 98 miles) but forgot to charge it. Duh!
We crossed many a bog and searched in vain for Moose. We quickly learned the hiker nickname for Vermont... Vermud.
I'd be hopelessly lost without my best friend to always know North from South....
We just happened to be hiking during a rare heat wave in Vermont. I'm still happy!
Still no moose... mosquitoes, but no moose...
We hiked for several days and never crossed a road or a town! Remote parts of the U.S. still exist!
I'm good. My boots were bad, though. Walking through mud for days eventually killed them for good.
And, here is where we hit 1,100 miles on the trail. 9 years of hiking bliss...
with the most handsome, fun hiking partner...
Hard to believe that we celebrated each 100 mile mark and now we would be 1/2 complete our section hiking of the AT!
Vermont has some beautiful lakes or pools for bathing, which made for perfect recreation after not bathing for days. Plus, it was a great spot to hang out with other hikers and hear their trail stories.
I do love hiking! And, Cute Husband coffee!
We got off trail to restock and get a real shower and stayed at the Green Mountain Hostel. I hitchhiked for the first time! Jeff, the owner of the hostel is fabulous - highly recommend this as an off trail treat! Warren managed to eat most of a rather large pizza plus most of a pint of ice cream to recoup.
The best is hanging out with North bound thru hikers and hearing their tales of the trail.
This is Chuckles. Warren traded his hiking poles for Chuckles broken ones so that Chuckles wouldn't have to get off trail. Trail Magic... passing it on. Cute Husband felt inspired walking the remainder of the way with thru hiker poles. And, we can't wait to see Chuckles' summit pictures!
In fact, I may have thought this rock display was some sort of vision. In the middle of a quiet pine forest.... people or perhaps spirits have created the most beautiful array of rock sculpture.