Day 32

The Hemlocks Lean-To, MA Travel Blog

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A day of great sights and great progress (its funny how sometimes you get inspiration just when you need it).  We woke early, had a tiny breakfast because we were super low on food.  But we ate what we could and saved some for a snack later.  We had 5 hours of walking before we could get into Salisbusy to resupply from our mail drop package that we had sent ourselves.  The distance was covered in short order as it was mostly flat and a lot of road walking.  I had given some thought to hitching into town 8 miles earlier instead of walking, but I am really glad that I didn't because I would have missed a great section of the trail.

We got a hitch into town.. for the last quarter mile!  Thanks again Mr. Pickup Truck Man.

We got the box from the post office and split it up even Steven.  This delivery of food should be much more suited to our needs, since we bought it and packed it after 4 weeks experience on the trail, and we learned from our mistakes.  Less dinner, more lunch.  Simple enough.

The locals where very upfront about warning us about the high price of everything in Salisbury.  The postmaster said "you can eat anywhere you want, as long as you have a high limit on your credit card."  Great.  A couple of other hikers (The Newlyweds and Mountain Goat) gave us the heads up that Le Bonne's Food Market was the place to be.  You know how they say never go shopping on an empty stomach?  That goes triple if the only thing you have eaten all day is a couple of handfuls of trail mix and walked a dozen miles or so.  We loaded up!  Sushi, chicken cutlet heros, boneless buffalo wings, peaches, like 9 drinks each, dark chocolate, yogurt - it was a veritable smorgasboard of a cornacopia of edible products.

We quickly made pigs of ourselves and while we were sitting in the sun, revelling in our gluttony, Eric, a Ridge Runner came over and sat down and talked to us.  He gave us the scoop on the afternoon's hike, told us all about being a Ridge Runner, and gave us the heads up about the female Ridge Runner a couple of campsites away.  Thanks Eric.

The cup of coffee that I purchased next was simply heavenly.  Just regular coffee, no double tall mocha-cinna-columbo-supreme-latte.  Just coffee.  But it totally did the trick.  We filled up on fuel from the auto body shop - Thanks Steve.  Sorry about the confusion (he thought we were just taking fuel, but we were actually left money on the desk before he even asked).

With our now refilled food supply, the packs on our backs were quite a bit more hefty and the climb up Bear Mountain (Connecticut's Bear Mountain, not to be confused with New York's Bear Mountain, or just a large pile of bears that you might see laying around) was a good one.  It quickly worked off most of the lunch we ate. 

The view from the top of Bear Mountain was stupendous.  A local mason, whos name I fail to rememeber, built a monument out of rocks about 20 feet high to comemorate the highest point in the state.  It must have taken months to do.  Litereally thousands of large rocks just stacked together to make a living room sized platform for people to sit on and enjoy the 360 degree view from the peak.

After a brief respite, we continued on our way.  The goal was to try and catch the sunset from the top of Mount Everett.  No, e-v-e-r-e-T-t, not EverSt.  One impossible trip at a time here folks.  We crossed over Sage's Ravine and said goodbye to Connecticut.  The biggest change is that campfired are once again allowed.  This called for a sip of Jack Daniels.  What, did you think booze wasn't allowed on this trip?  "Scott, I said a SIP, not 3 gulps."

We made the tough climb to the top of Mt. Everett with plenty of time to spare before the sun went down, cooked dinner, and waited.  There was no clear, unobstructed view to the west, so we had to kind of peek through that brush, but we saw it nonetheless.  My first sunset.  A pretty awesome and moving experience.

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