1558.8 miles.
Supreme day.
Supreme start to a supreme day -last night we stayed at Upper Goose Pond cabin, a beautiful place on what we Virginians would surely call a lake, not a pond. We got our first real skinny dip of the season in, took the canoe out for a whirl and watched the sunset, then slept on a mattress under a roof and woke up to a pancake breakfast the cabin caretaker prepared for us. Bellies full and fully caffeinated, we set out to do 21 miles through the mud.
Massachusetts is beautiful -huge hemlock groves, pretty views, cold clear creeks. It's not her fault we've had 24 days of rain so far this month.
On top of that delicious breakfast, we encountered three doses of trail magic today -two separate coolers filled with sodas and snacks and a lady who allows hikers to get water from the spigot at her house, then gives them cookies. Too great. It was a needed lift to the spirits.
We're making great strides here doing 20 mile days, but my legs have had about enough of that. Our plan was to scale it back starting tomorrow, but we got into Dalton this afternoon, and we hear that Tom, the awesome guy who lets hikers stay at his house for free, will drive you 23 miles up the trail so you can slack pack back to the house and spend the night again, then get a lift to the same spot the next day and continue north. Too good to pass up, so how about the next day we'll start taking it easy. . .
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