With so many places to go, staying put to get things in order is much harder. I know it is early to plan next summer, but I am anxious to go back to the North East and get out in the woods.
Sherry and Jack in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
Sherry says she doesn’t want to carry a pack anymore, but will support me at the trail crossings. That would be interesting. Once we hiked to meet each other. on a nine mile stretch, that was sorta fun. I let her off at one crossing then drove down the MT and back up on down the trail and started to meet her, then turned around and walked together on the return to the van.
When she plans to meet me at a crossing she will get there early and walk toward me, then we can hike together for a few miles back to where she parked, to bring me FOOD and KISSES!
Above is home in the woods. Below shows a group of Girl Scouts at a shelter in Vermont. Sherry relaxing and talking to a scout master and Ranger, while the girls eat lunch.
People who are not familiar with the AT worry when we plan something like that. Most of the time the trail has traffic. We meet several hikers a day. Sometimes we get passed by folks hiking faster. We usually take a break then and talk about where we all have been and where we are from. We always learn where the next water is and the best camping areas.
Sir Richard of the UK
Meeting folk backpacking the AT is a treat for all. We have met Doctors, Lawyers, Policemen, Firemen, Ministers, laborers, Pilots, kids, Home-schoolers, grandmas, teenagers, OLD MEN (some even in their 70’s (LOL)) and newly weds.
Once we met two sisters. One recovering from cancer and her sister along to share this part of her life.
We met a kid who had a tug of war with his pack and a bear on the other end. The bear won of course. The bear ate his food and meds before wandering off to let the hiker recover his pack. He replenished at the next road crossing but wore the torn pack as a ‘badge of courage’, I did not blame him.
The trail is a lot of fun. I am really wanting to complete the last 350 miles. Maybe nest year I will. Friend Fred still wants to hike some, that would be neat.
One never knows what lies around the next bend