Days 146 – 148 (7/24/15 – 7/26/15)

Day 146, 7/24/15

Start: Beaver Brook Shelter
Finish: Eliza Brook Shelter
Miles Hiked: 9
Miles To Go: 381.9
Overall Miles Hiked: 1807.3

As expected, the temperature dropped into the low 40s last night. Now that I am in higher elevations and so far north the cold temperatures are here to stay. Several peaks in the Whites can get snow year round. Following a waterfall and near vertical, the descent off Mt. Moosilauke is known as the hardest descent on the entire A.T. The trail is made up of rebar and several hundred steep wooden steps secured directly to the mountain.

Rock Boat descending Moosilauke

Rock Boat descending Moosilauke

Cookie Monster descending Moosilauke

Cookie Monster descending Moosilauke

Poboy coming down Moosilauke

Poboy coming down Moosilauke

To be honest, it didn’t really give me much trouble but took a lot longer to get down because of my slow and deliberate steps. When I hit the bottom, I was happy to see Stitches set up in a nearby parking lot with trail magic. Rock Boat, Jeopardy and I ate some hotdogs and donuts before moving on. Maybe it was due to the full bellies or heavy rain but the next 8 miles kicked our ass. The muddy trail went steeply up and right back down very slick rocks; I fell twice. It was extremely slow going and very taxing on our bodies. We hit the shelter and decided to call it a day. It was nice to get to a shelter early for a change!

Wet hikers drying out at Eliza Brook Shelter

Wet hikers drying out at Eliza Brook Shelter


Day 147, 7/25/15

Start: Eliza Brook Shelter
Finish: Lincoln, NH
Miles Hiked: 8.8
Miles To Go: 373.1
Overall Miles Hiked: 1816.1

Immediately upon leaving the shelter was a steep 2,000 ft climb. Jeopardy had hiked ahead in order to make it to town early enough to accept a new pair of shoes from the post office before they closed at noon. Rock Boat and I slept in the shelter last night since heavy rains had been predicted so packing up in the morning went faster than usual. When you don’t have to take down and pack up a tent you can shave a few minutes off your morning. As soon as we left the shelter we started heading up Mt. Kinsman. The trail up wasn’t much of a hiking trail at all, it was more akin to rock scrambling than anything else. For the first time since Albert Mountain back in North Carolina, I didn’t hike with poles. I needed my hands free to climb up the near vertical rock faces that make up this difficult section. Rock Boat and I agreed that simply calling the A.T. a “trail” was not fair. For the last few days, we have done more mountain scrambling and climbing than hiking. When you have a 25lb pack strapped to you the task becomes even harder.

Steep climb up Mt. Kinsman

Steep climb up Mt. Kinsman

More Steps

More Steps

Something happened to me today that I didn’t expect, I actually enjoyed hiking. I’m not sure if it was the difficulty of the climb or the realization that things are drawing to an end but I had a smile on my face for most of the day. It was a hard climb up to Kinsman but once again, we had a clear view on the summit. Behind us was Mt. Moosilauke and stretched out ahead was Mt. Lafayette and the rest of the Whites. The air was calm and crisp, days like today were made for hiking. Unfortunately, it would be short lived. Thunderstorms were forecast to be moving in later today and tomorrow. We took some time to ourselves on the summit before heading back down.

View from Mt. Kinsman

View from Mt. Kinsman

Just before reaching the road into Lincoln, NH we came across Lonesome Lake and it was absolutely beautiful. Hidden high up in the mountains, the lake was currently home to a few ducks and even a hiker or two. As we hiked around it’s edge; not a sound could be heard other than the building breeze through the Balsom fir trees. I know that rhymes and it was unintentional, I’ll attempt poetry next thru-hike! We needed to head into Lincoln to resupply for the rest of our trip through the Whites so we booked a hotel room and knocked out our normal town to do list and reunited with Jeopardy.

Lonesome Lake

Lonesome Lake


Day 148, 7/26/15

Start: Lincoln, NH
Finish: Lincoln, NH
Miles Hiked: 0
Miles To Go: 373.1
Overall Miles Hiked: 1816.1

We woke up and checked the weather. The previous days forecast held true and heavy storms would be rolling through all day. With a two mile hike above tree-line planned, we decide to play it safe and zero. When hiking above tree-line, wind, colder temperatures and lightning pose serious threats to hikers because they are the tallest things around and can find no relief from dangerous weather. Since we had already resupplied yesterday we had a the whole day to relax. Our hotel had a pool and there was a putt-putt course right across the street, what more could a hiker want. As promised, I swore to Rock Boat I would recount our trip to Hobo Golf Putt Putt. After 6 holes I was 1 stroke ahead. The pressure must have gotten to me because by the end of the round he won by 7 shots. The rest of the day passed without incident but I’d like to take a moment to update everyone on the whereabouts of some hikers I have met along the way. Billygoat is rehabbing his knee and is apparently dating his physical therapist – way to go Billygoat! Hula and Blazer had to leave the trail in VA due to a family emergency and plan on getting back on to hike NH and ME. Carbomb and Made It are also back home and back to work before attending school in the fall. As far as the big bubble I was with for the first 500 miles or so, it looks like a lot of the hikers have called it quits along the way. I haven’t’ met or heard about anyone from those days for quite some time. Click, Pie, Blade and Cheesbeard are still hiking and have just crossed into VT. Team Vortex has disbanded but everyone is still hiking. Murphy’s Law, Scooby and Mile Marker are in front while Cookie Monster, Skipper and Goosebumps are a few days behind me. In the last few weeks I have run into Maps and Moxie (last seen around mile 700), Happy Warrior (last seen around mile 200), PA Trail Runner (mile 700), and Wye Knot (mile 1,100). Running into these hikers out of the blue never gets old.