(I’m including mileage only in case WP posts out of order, which could happen in the next weeks, with limited signal. Please don’t quote me my “miles per day” or anything. I’m keeping my own useful statistics.)
So! Vermont! You know, I guess everybody has that one state where conditions are bad, and some unlucky things happen, and other events conspire to make it “the worst.” Vermont was that, for me. Interesting, because it was my favorite last time! I was glad to see the end of it.
I did a quick resupply in… Norwich, I think. And I saw Coach Paws and Dead Cat (I have no idea, and I didn’t ask). They took a zero in Hanover. A lot of people took a zero in Hanover, getting ready for the Whites! It was great to see those guys. I haven’t seen them since Greylock.
Hanover was NUTS. It was Saturday, and Dartmouth Day, so the town was crazy crowded, like a street festival. I grabbed lunch, got water, and got out of there. There’s a steep climb to the first shelter (welcome to New Hampshire!), and I stopped there, alone. There was some sort of concert or dance going on right below, so I listened to the loud, bouncy music and used that for company. 🙂
Today I climbed two Mooses and that cliff where the protected peregrines live. I’m already feeling brighter and more spacious in New Hampshire, where the undergrowth is sparser and you can actually see what’s around you. I’m at a shelter with people I know: Monk and Easy-O, Q and Halo and RG (Roaming Geezer).
Tomorrow: More mountains! I’m planning to hit the Glencliff Hostel on Tuesday, and into the Whites on Wednesday. I’m pretty scared about Mt. Moosilauke, and I could get slackpacked southbound, but I think I’ll go ahead and do it NOBO with my pack. Hundreds of people do it every year, right?🤔I’ll camel and dump all my water, and refill at the bottom. That’s my current thinking. We’ll see how it goes.
It’s thundering. Looks like our week in the Whites is going to be a rainy one.