Leaving the Trail for a while.

This is the Galehead Hut. We helped the Croo (as they are called) set up for 36 breakfasts to pay for our stay on the floor. One of the cooks gave us a half loaf of sweet bread. We took a cup of coffee out to this porch and had our breakfast. Yeah it was better than raisins and Prunes. Everyone is inside having breakfast, Here is Sherry dreading the climb for the day.

This is the view Sherry has from where she is standing. GAlehead is the most remote of all the AMC huts. It still amazes me that anyone will pay $95 a night to walk up here and spend the night. However, if you do not tent, and can afford it, There is nothing like these stars at night. I think even clearer than Montana. I am sure RAin has the same view in Quebec, if there are no lights around.

Sherry doesn't look real happy. One reason is a fever blister. She forgot her Lysine. She takes that religiously and keeps away the fever blisters to which she is prone. To be honest, her feet (mainly ankles) are killing her. Yesterday's extended hike about done her in.

But Happy Jack is just glad to have her, so we leave the crowd eating breakfast and head toward Mt. Garfield, and Mt Lafayette. This ain't gonna be a lotta fun.

However the sky is clear. We loaded up with water at the hut and we headed slowly down the trail.

Plenty of water on the trail as this photo shows.

Looking forward to the next mountain. Actually looking ahead, not forward to. LOL Now at this point we come to a trail that joins the AT, called the Gale River Trail. I have elected myself TRail Master so I called a pack off break. There is an auto size boulder at the junction so we climb up with a map to look and rest. I point oiut on the map we have a 3000 foot climb ahead. and a very steep, rugged 35oo foot descent. I was afraid her ankles would not handle it. As we sat there a group of about ten young girls stopped (coming from where we are headed). I asked for a vote: "Ladies if you loved your grandma would you allow her to, or send her hiking where you just came from?" Overwhelmingly they said, 'no way.'

I also asked a gentleman from Brighton what he thought, he pointed down the GAle River trail.

So with all the hullibalew about us hiking the entire trail, we started down the GAle River trail. Knowing all the time it was the only logical answer. Sherry's feet were hurting very badly. She did not like it, but agreed this was the right thing to do.

Another spring crossing the trail, yeah, no Bog water today......

This was the most unique water fall of the trip. The water flowed over and through dark green moss.

Sherry being real careful at a log crossing.

This was our first crossing of the Gale River. Rock hopping.

Another waterfall crossing the trail. This is normal. That is what made yesterday so bad, no good water for eight hours. Usually you see this hourly.

We crosssed the Gale once more on rocks before we came to a road. The cell signal was good so we called the campground. A man came to get us who had hiked and climbed a lot over his lifetime. He brought two cold drinks.

So now. We are nursing Sherry's feet. Hoping they get better soon and we can get back into the woods. In the mean time we are eating good and relaxing.

We ae now in Gorham, New hampshire. The view our our front door is a beautiful mountain. It is great to be alive.

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog.......

PS:

****** We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our skulls.That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

******** Every time I start thinking too much about how I look,I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.


This break is allowing me to continue the latest manuscript, S'Gar (just say Esgar) it is due out before Christmas.