Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. For the second time, a random decision has turned into Trail serendipity. Hostel of Maine… ohmygod. The place is beautiful and amazing, the owners are FABULOUS, and their resupply is outstanding. Best in-hostel resupply I’ve ever seen. They even have cheese. And tuna in oil!

I’d decided to zero here because I thought I’d have to walk into town to find a market. But I won’t. So I get to sleep and eat, which is awesome, because I really need it. Really. I’m trying to squeeze out enough energy to finish this beast of a hike.

North Crocker was nice—not nearly as tough as South Crocker. The gentle 5 miles down to town, though, were hard, just because I’m pretty spent. Running on fumes. Every mile feels like 5280 feet. But one day at a time, yo.

I love this place. I’ll be here tonight and tomorrow night. Mostly eating Ben and Jerry’s.

Oh, and I almost forgot: 2000 MILES! That gives me 5000 long-distance miles. I’m a baby in the long-distance community, but man, am I proud of that number. 🙂 Thank you so much to everybody who’s supported me in this crazy hobby, especially my sister and brother!


[Dawn! Right Turn! Looks like you got to Crocker before I did, since my schedule exploded!]

Crocker is hard, hard, hard—at least, the NIBO ascent up South Crocker. The good news: I didn’t have to ford the Carrabassett River. Last time, I did. That’s the difference between a wet year and a good year, precip-wise. I’m currently camped up on South Crocker. Going down to the 30s tonight. That’s OK. I still haven’t broken out my puffy or my wool gloves for hiking. 😁

Expect light updating for the next 2 weeks. (The Hundred Mule Wilderness is in there anyway, with spotty cell service.) Gotta put the pedal to the metal! Tomorrow I’m heading into town for an unplanned resupply, and I’ll be there Tuesday also.

Tomorrow AM: Early start, North Crocker, then down to the highway for a 1 PM shuttle. Fingers crossed!