Coming to an end

Teddy and I pushed through the 100 mile wilderness. I felt like I was running to Abol bridge. Waiting for me was a hot meal and some beverages. There were a couple of spots within the wilderness where views of Katahdin were possible. Let's just say I was robbed multiple times in seeing the elusive rock.  

Even when the goal was in sight, clouds blocked the view of the peak. 

 

Although a bit rushed, only to finally be done, we had a great time in the deep woods. 

 

   

 

Luckily the water was very low this year. We had many fords across streams and rivers. This was one where shoes were taken off and you held on to the rope while you crossed in knee deep water. We rock hopped across most of the fords because of the lack of water. 

 

I loved seeing the signs that counted down the miles to Katahdin.

 

 The warning chatter of red squirrels is heard constantly. So often that I want to throw rocks and hit them with sticks. I ignored them most of the time, but there was that occasional circumstance where one would catch me off gaurd and chatter right next to me making me jump. These guys also like getting into food bags if you don't hang secure it at night. Who knew you could pack so much confidence and tenacity into a cute, tiny body the size of a softball. 

 

This is the only thing that remains.... I will see you soon Katahdin.