Appalachian Trail – Page 7 – Roger Carpenter

Day 28, July 20: Success on Mahoosuc Notch

I was the first to leave the shelter at 5:30, motivated to get through the Mahoosuc Notch before the expected rain began to fall. On the 1500′ descent down the Mahoosuc I embraced every step and assumed anything less than intense focus could result in the same dangerous falls and slips I already experienced. Fortunately, rain was not falling but water ran across rocks and down the trail. It was a zen experience as I connected with the ground with every step. Fully aware, I reached the start of the one mile Mahoosuc Notch at 9:00.

Very careful starting the descent down Mahoosuc Arm.

Day 27 July 19: Entering the Mahoosuc Mountains

Today was a challenging because of the elevation changes going up and down the Baldpate Mountains and later ascending up to Old Speck Mountain. The anticipation of hiking through the famed Mahoosuc Notch the next day. The weather did not cooperate, though. As I hiked across the Baldpate Mountains the rain made the rocks extremely slick and the clouds removed any opportunities for nice photos from the summits.

Day 26, July 18: Leaving Andover for New Hampshire (mile 261)

There is little to write about the short, rainy 4.5 miles I took on today. There were wet rocks, wet foliage brushing me even wetter, a few scary descents on more wet rocks, wet mud. Leaving The Cabin Hostel and my friends behind put me in a better position to hike fewer, more enjoyable miles over the next four days as I encounter the famous Mahoosuc Notch and the Mahoosuc Range peaks. I expect Tuesday to be one of the more interesting days on the hike. The wet, rainy day was worth the effort. The wet photos tell the story.

Days 23-25, July 15 to 17: Getting closer to New Hampshire

I returned to the trail on July 15 after a very restful zero day in the lovely lake resort town of Rangeley. Regardless, I felt sluggish from the previous days of tough hiking and was relieved the 13.8 miles ahead had much less elevation changes, although tedious as usual for the Maine AT. The most challenging day of this section was the second, July 16. Bemis Mountain and Old Blue were the highlight but did not provide the exceptional views I enjoyed on the Saddlebacks.

One of the nice views from Old Blue after the rain stopped.

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Days 20 to 22, July 12 to 14: Is Maine the hardest state to hike the AT?

My friend Marmot, who is one of the first hikers to receive Triple Crown recognition, told me that Maine is the hardest state on the AT. “Once you get out of Maine it will get a lot easier,” she said with confidence that was commensurate with her thousands of miles of hiking. As of July 14 Maine is the only state I have experienced. How can I agree or disagree with Marmot and others who have warned me about Maine?

A ladder helps me down a huge boulder on the AT in Maine.

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Days 17-18, July 9-10: Success in the Bigelows!

Every time I woke from a less than deep sleep with the sound of raindrops on the tent wall I envisioned a wet, cold, windy hike up to the highest peaks other than Day 1 Katahdin on my AT journey so far. At 3:00am I wondered if the best strategy would be to stay in the Safford Notch Camp all day, let the storm pass and hike up and over the Bigelows the next day when the weather forecast was very nice. The alarm at 4:30am ended my sleep for good and I prepared for a day of wet hiking. Putting on rain gear and packing a rain-soaked tent was the priority. Surprisingly, as I walked through the campsite area to locate the privy, I felt no raindrops! It was, I assumed, just temporary until the 100% cloud cover would let loose rain again.

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Days 14 to 16, July 6-8: Entering the Bigelows

July 6 and 7 were relatively easy hiking days as I completed the descent from the Bald Mountain area for the overnight stay at the old Sterling Inn in Caratunk. The crossing of the wide Kennebec River on a canoe that ferries AT hikers safely across is a unique feature of the AT experience in Maine! That was followed by a 14 mile hike past large East, Middle and West Carry ponds.

The canoe ferry is part of the AT official route across the Kennebec River.

Day 13, July 5, Appalachian Trail: Three Summits on a Beautiful Day

The entire day was beautiful, a complete reversal from the previous day. A clear blue sky, wispy clouds and 75 degrees was the perfect day to follow the AT over three mountains. I knew this would be challenging, but the day given to me deserved my full enthusiasm. The first summit was Bald Mountain, 4.1 miles and 1400 feet above my streamside camp.

Day 12, July 4 on the AT in Maine

It is sometimes a little sad to leave a good place in a trail town to resume hiking. That was certainly true this morning because a light rain was falling and breakfast at Shaws in Monson was so, so good. But once on the trail I realized several positive things to look forward to. First, I had two working trekking poles for the first time since Day 2. Second, the AT leaving Monson was absent of steep climbs and boulders to climb over.

Day 11, July 3: More Thoughts on Hiking the 100 Mile Wilderness

On a day I rested in Monson, Maine the experience of hiking through a beautiful, mountainous forest dotted with lakes, ponds and streams sunk in deeply. One reason I hike is to check in with the natural world and see the good things growing and living apart from the developed world. I also watch for warning signs that human activity is creating problems for the natural world. It is true the “100 Mile Wilderness” is not a federally protected wilderness where humans are only brief visitors who leave no structures on the land. Instead, this vast area in Maine was logged heavily a century ago, and not many of the old growth pine trees remain. But efforts by the state of Maine, the Nature Conservancy and private land owners have been very successful at keeping the area looking very pristine and attractive for people who live and visit a state where the license plates on cars declare it is a “vacation land.” The few gravel roads I encountered had little or no traffic.