Back on the Trail, sort of....

This gentle man is not Santa, he is called 'Plugger', he is hiking to Mt. Katahdin. He is here near Gorman, NH, that old man was lost, and we we got him back on the trail. He is an example of a real hiker. When I told him he had missed the trail about a quarter mile back, and I would be gald to give him a ride, his response, "Just a quarter mile, I'll walk (He has walked over 1800 miles in the last few months, I guess a quarter mile is not much.

My Girl back on the trail, checking her feet and heels.

This is 'Just Jack', he is headed toward Springer Mt. in Georgia, he has come about 350-400 miles. Sherry asked him about Mahoosic Notch, (reported the worst mile of the trail) This kids response, I loved that part, my favorite so far.

This is an example of a 'Trail Angel'. This container is labeled 'For Thru Hikers only'. It is filled with soft drinks, cakes and candy. What a thrill to a guy or gal who has had nothing but Ramein noodles or p-nut butter for the last ten days. That is why they are called angels.

My favorite 'behind'. The saying is true, 'If you are not the leader, the view never changes!" This guy just doesn't mind being behind THAT!

We just happened to be climbing toward Mt. Hayes. IT is across the Andrascoggin River from our RV park. That is the park in the distance.

This is the view from our RV, the last picture is taken from one of these rock formations you see on the Mountain.

Here is my Steady girl, sitting lookng across the valley at her RV.

Just some roots on the trail.

Now these are blue berries, but not Blueberries. They were real shiney.

I love this fern, and the red mushroom in the center caught my eye.

WE ran into this guy, he is Sir Richard from the United Kingdom, out for a royal stroll.

I wanted to show this. I am amazed, when a white Birch rots it falls apart just like it was sawed into. They lay around like firewood. I am used to wood splitting.

That was our day, Sherry's feet seem to be doing well. Today was alittle over four miles.

We are still around Gorham, NH. Thanks for coming this way,

Nite Shipslog

PS:
The graveside service just barely finished, when there was massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance..

The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."