Off the trail

Three photos with little commentary since it's a work night, I have yet to print out my sermon and for the past three nights I was asleep by 9.00, not 11.00 p.m.... I didn't take too many photos this time anyway because it's all green stuff out there in the woods.


The Shrewsbury Peak trail comes into the Appalachian/Long Trail on the side of Little Killington. It's actually a gentle ascent from there because it's very gradual, walking through trees (always), a fair amount of mud, but it's not straight uphill for which I was most grateful.


We didn't stay in this shelter (Tucker Johnson) but did spend the night on a tent site right by it. This morning as we were making breakfast, a Belgian couple came by. Since the euro is so strong and the dollar so weak, they decided to walk the Long Trail (not the Appalachian Trail). They are somehow managing to do bread-and-breakfasts along the way!


What a charmer, not. This is what I look like after three days of schlepping through the mud, getting bitten by mosquitos, doing a head dive into moss because of tripping on a rock or root (I don't know which and the bandanna saved my forehead). I am standing by the Maine Junction sign — the intersection where the Long Trail veers off the to left and the Appalachian Trail goes to the right. Canada is something like 165 miles away on the LT and Maine 495 miles on the AT. Daunting.

We passed a lot of sobos, south-bound hikers. They've got a ways to go!

It's always so hard to leave the world of the camino. It's so utterly different.