There are logging Roads and then there are LOGGING ROADS!

I was raised down south and loved to spend time in the woods and through them to the river. I liked to wander in the mountains. When we came to a road used many years ago, grown up but still two ruts where wagons hauled small logs and horses snaked large logs, we knew it was a logging road, or had been.

The AT crosses all kinds of roads, but up here in the North East you could get run over on a LOGGING ROAD. Some of these are dirt, but made for tractor and trailers. These guys do 40-60 mph in these big mamas in some places. Leaving dust that will choke you for minutes.

We had a problem when Gordon and I left the trail. How do we tell Mark we are not behind him? After getting Gordon’s ticket arranged, we left him with Jack and took off to a logging road that might intersect Mark. The first crossing there was no luck. We worked around to another spot on a rough road, and waited. Finally a couple came out headed North. The girl from Denmark and the man from Poland. We had some fresh water and some crackers and candy that they really appreciated. They remembered Passing Mark, we missed him again, But he was well and headed for a particular shelter. So home again where Gordon and Jack were having a good time, enjoying games on TV and two on the computers.

(The hiker pointing out to Sherry where they saw Mark and where he said he was headed for the night)

Going over the maps again we found a logging road called Katahdin Iron Works Road that lead a few tenths of a mile from a ford of the West Branch River. A ford he had to take and there was no way he could be past that point. We went prepared to spend the night if necessary.

We loaded up with the fixings for ham & cheese sandwiches. Coffee, fresh water, cakes, candy, bananas and apples.  We were gonna play Trail Angels as we waited. This was really fun.Hikers love fresh stuff, and food they do not have to prepare.

We also had Ice cold Pepsi’s! ‘Preacherman’ was our first customer

The Hiker above, ‘Late 4 Dinner’, practically ran across the ford without removing his boots to get to the food!

Finally the hiker we were looking for MARK!

Mama was sure glad he made it, and it was getting late. He too, was glad to get a ham & Cheese sandwich.

We stuck around until all our customers were satisfied. and started hauling stuff back to the car. After everything was gone I was taking care of the fire, when three more hikers came down. They had heard of the sandwiches and were sorely disappointed. I said if you don’t mind walking another 2/10th mile I am sure we have enough left. All they wanted to know was which direction?

At the car we sat up again.

Once they were eating Sherry found out the couple was “The Honeymoon Hikers”. Sherry follows their journal, they were married at the beginning of the trail. Zeke was wearing a Santa hat.

We headed home, our mission accomplished. Mark came home with us, ready to rest his feet after walking over 50 miles.

This is what I saw in Milo, ME.

It was so brilliant on the steeple I turned around and went back for a photo.

Sherry caught the sunset, the end to a perfect day! (but not the adventure)

Tomorrow, Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park and also Bar Harbor.

Thanks for coming by the log.

NIte Shipslog

PS:

In the past few days we have met folks from Switzerland, Australia, Denmark and Poland.

Also other foreign countries (to mention some) such as D.C., Miami and Memphis. LOL

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I stopped to look at this ‘55 Chevy, the man had $55K in it he said but would take *&*&%^%&^^ $49k today. The owner had a filthy mouth. Of course I let him keep it. that is an Ambassador in the right Background.