Not so exciting is the anxiety over how much food to carry into the Hundred Mile Wilderness. In order to lessen the load a little we slack packed to a logging road the first 14 miles of the 100, so we only need to figure food for 86 instead of 100. Another factor is there is a hostel 30 miles from the other end of this 100 miles (some wilderness this is if a hostel is in there). Well, sort of a hostel. When we get to a certain side trail we plan on hiking .2 miles to a lake where we will call the hostel and the guy drives his boat across the lake, picks us up and drives us in the boat to the other side of the lake to White House Landing Camp. More on this after we get there.
Back to the food. I have no idea how rough the terrain is to estimate hiking miles per day. I also have no idea what kind of food we can buy at White House Landing. Oh well, I decided we will leave Monson with 5 days of food and hope we don't end up like the Donner Party.
The further north we hike in Maine the more beautiful it is. Breathtaking. Water Everywhere. Best Wife saw a moose. Of course I didn't, I was in the privy. She thought the beast was going to run her off the trail, but he went the other way. At least the 100 miles to go sign was made of moose dung. What else should we do with it?
The couple with us in a picture are The Travelling Foxes. Before they hiked, they logged 15,000 miles on bicycles. Note the bandage on his hand. He fell and sliced his hand on sharp rocks, 12 stitches, two internal to keep a tendon in place. Yikes.
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