2,000 miles. That’s how far I’ve walked. It’s difficult to comprehend. The past five months seem like years.
I’ll miss the simplicity of this lifestyle. Walking, eating, and sleeping. That’s about all I do. Well, I did build a little campfire tonight. Love the smell and watching the glowing embers.
Today I heard several gunshots as bear hunting is in season. I just hoped I didn’t run into a bear who had lost his best friend and was hellbent on revenge.
I hiked over the Bigelow mountains today. It was challenging, but we had been hearing from SOBOs how difficult the Bigelows are. I’m pretty sure it’s just their first real challenge south of Katahdin.
For NOBOs, the trail starts to flatten out now. I’m sure it’ll still be muddy, rocky, and rooty, but flat is nice.
It’s interesting being near Canada. Many of the stores in Stratton flew the Canadian flag. I’m guessing this was to signify that they’re Canadian-friendly. There was poutine, Moosehead beer, and all-dressed chips in the restaurants and stores.
Maine has been a lot like New Hampshire was, tough but beautiful. I’m grateful that I’ve finally visited these states. I didn’t know what I was missing.
Well, I’m tired. It’s warmer out than it had been, which is so much more comfortable (not sleeping with all my clothes on). G’night.