“What do you think of my home state?”
Custom and I were sitting at the edge of a lake, eating breakfast and watching the sun come up.
“Eh, it’s ok.”
We were sitting on a wide flat rock that jutted out into the water as though it had been placed there as a pier. The fog was burning off the water and an eagle was winging an easy circle around the shore.
“Tell everyone how awful it is.” he said, as a beaver plopped into the water and started for one of the small wooded islands. “Keep it empty.”
Ready? Here I go.
Maine is terrible, don’t come here.
Doesn’t that look wretched?
And who wants to see a moose? When I go to the lake to get water, I’m expecting a completely uneventful few minutes filtering water. Not standing on the shore watching a big old bull moose just moosing it up out in the water. Good thing it was twilight and the pictures were just dark smudges. Unfortunately it’s really easy to find evidence of moose.
There were a couple of moments at the beginning that were more what I was expecting. The mile long rock scramble through Mahoosuc notch took three hours, but at least I got what I signed up for.
Resupply has never been easier.
But other than that, it’s just been godawful.
Total milage: 1085.3
115 left to the summit of Katahdin, and the end of the northbound leg.