Today we learned, and quickly I might add, why Maine is generally considered the toughest state on the Appalachian Trail. New Hampshire certainly is no slouch either, but I have to imagine through hikers coming in from NH quickly learn that the trail isn’t getting any easier for them. The log book we found in the Full Goose shelter certainly bears this true. Here’s one of the gems:
“None of us are going to make it to Katahdin, we’re all going to die in these [expletive] woods.” — Sampson
For the first several hours of the day, I shared Sampson’s sentiment. I certainly was starting to question my own sanity for signing up for three weeks of this. I didn’t budget for hiring a sherpa or renting an alpaca, but I was definitely considering applying for a small loan to make this happen. Then the weight of the pack seemed to get easier, just when, of all things, the trail got harder. Much. Much. Harder.
We did 6.6 miles today, admittedly a modest number, but it felt like twenty. From where the Carlo Col trail met up with the AT, it was 4.4 miles to the Full Goose shelter. The first two miles elapsed in a normal amount of time. The last two miles were the longest two miles known to man. Between the Mt. Carlo summit and the three peaks we crossed on Goose Eye there were large elevation losses/gains.
The use of the word “trail” through here is also deceiving. It is a well worn path connecting one rock embankment to the next. So, yes, if your name is Spider Man, it is a trail. For the rest of us mere mortals, it’s torturous fun.
Tomorrow we have the Mahoosuc Notch on tap, widely considered the toughest mile on the entire AT for its maze of boulders. Can’t wait. Seriously.
A quick pit stop at the Carlo shelter. This one was interesting because it was more enclosed than the other, more traditional lean-to huts.
Mother Nature hates us. Why else would she wet the rocks?