PARADISE LOST TO ON GOLDEN POND

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Today came quickly as the 3 of us hiked up Wildcat mountain. The climb was steep and rocky, like all the climbs in the Whites but TBs sister held her own and reminded us how special are the plants and colors of the mountains. After saying goodbye to her in the middle of the hike, I delivered a letter from the hut at lake of the clouds to the hut at ..?.. They call it trail mail, it took me 2 days to deliver it but I was so happy to do so. It felt like the pony express without the pony or the express. We really thought hiking 13 miles would get us into a shelter by 430 so when we finally arrived closer to 6, again I realized how tough the miles are in these mountains. Its not about the miles, its about the time and so a full day is a full day. I am now tucked warmly in my sleeping bag on a chilly august new England night. Cold I like but I am always uneasy when I get to camp and start to shiver. Tomorrow  I will be out of the White Mountains Park and away from the hut system that I thoroughly enjoyed. I will still have alot of climbing as the mountains çontinue into southern Maine and some more shivering.

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3 thoughts on “PARADISE LOST TO ON GOLDEN POND

    1. Peggy and I have been reading yours blogs. Wonderful reading–you should write a book when this challenge is over. You could make good use of the blogs in it. You have the talent to do it. God bless you. You will make it to the trail’s end I am certain. It is an honor to have met you. Take care of my buddy Tiger Bob.
      Bo Bowman

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