The Whites are… done! Well, not technically. But the Presidentials, all that crap.
I stopped at a hostel for a shower and laundry. I don’t recall ever being this wiped out. Oh, I have one of my favorite injuries! I was climbing up a rough ridge, nice and steep. I splayed my fingers out on the bouldet and hoisted upward. The hoist was so hard that a full water bottle fell out of my side pocket and slammed down on my finger, cap first—ie, just like hitting my hand with a hammer! Yay! It swelled enormously. Now the swelling’s pretty much down, and it turned red. It should end up a nice shade of black and blue. 😆
I have no idea how I’m going to make this schedule, but technically I’m still on time. I can’t even think right now. If I get late, I’ll do the Hundred after Katahdin. Or something.
This journey is over in 3 to 4 weeks. Then? 48 hours in bed. Period. I can’t wait. 😁