In the middle of the night a black bear walked through camp. It just came through and left.
It was lightly raining this morning, but stopped by the time I got out of my tent. I noticed I had a few small rip holes in my backpack from all the butt sliding yesterday. I repaired them as best as I could. My equipment is showing the miles, but should make it all the way.
The first half of the day was mostly up hill and over a mountain. The peak was enjoyable.
Then the trail went down hill, some steep sections, but generally a nice slope. There was a lot of water on the trail, but not nearly as much as the other day. Still ended up with soaked, muddy shoes and feet, which is fine.
I hiked about 10 miles to Gorham, NH. Resupplied in town for the next leg of the trip, which will begin tomorrow.
The State of Maine is about 13 miles away. Maine…I thought a lot about it today. It is the 14th and final State on the trail. Maine means a lot of things and has such a special meaning and lots of opportunities for a great adventure and memories. It is a mystical place on the AT. I might do something special when I get there, but will see when I get there. There are a lot of miles left in Maine and a lot of mental and physical effort that is still to be happily expended. Glorious struggle!!!