Maine is No Joke

It's only been 3 days in Maine. My heels have raw spots, my left knee is a tad swollen and my walking stick broke in two. A single mile took a group of us almost two hours (average is 2-3 mph). I've been up and down ladders made of wood, rebar, steel, and tree roots. I've free climbed rock faces to summit mountains. I've even used a rope for the first time on trail to repel down a rock to a ladder. But you can't beat the views, and we do have some fun doing it!

 

Finally. It only took me 5 months to get here.

 

A rebar obstacle...

 

Which led to this wooden ladder.

 

We walk across a lot of these boards; if we're not walking on rock.

 

This picture makes the ground look flat and level; it's quite the opposite.

 

We get to see clouds up close.

 

I chucked my walking stick down the mountain so I could use both hands to climb down this rebar ladder. My poor stick hit a rung and broke cleanly in two. I almost cried. That was the end of the first day in Maine.

 

This was how we started our second day in Maine. Mahoosuc Notch; look it up.

 

 

 

 

 

Don't mind my butt. I crawled into this crevasse because I saw moose bones (Teddy and I called them bits). Needless to say, we each have a moose bit as a souvenir. 

 

Back to climbing through boulders.

We had a great day though.

 

 

 

 

There's lots of straight ups and downs.

 

 

That's Teddy way in the back.

 

 

Maine hasn't killed us yet! (White Cap, Teddy, me, Crocamole)

 

This is Jimmy, he likes triscuits.