Pics...

Today... I saw people I haven't seen in ages.  

I walked 4 miles with my friend Betsie, and ran 3 miles on my own. (However, I still cannot walk down a flight of stairs normally.  Problem!)

I had lunch with Faye and went to Sonic happy hour with Dawn.

I looked for a job... Ya know... the usual.

What else I did today?  Looked at my pictures from the trail.  As you do... or maybe as I do!

Since I started back to subbing this week, looking at the pictures kinda makes me feel like wasn't all just a dream... 

a crazy, beautiful dream...

So... here are a few of my favorites.  You're welcome!

I REALLY love butterflies. (Even when they are likely just some form of moth...)

Dragon's Tooth near Catawba, VA.  Just one of the many amazing places I had all to myself.  Beautiful. 

McAfee's Knob.  The new ridge runner for this section took my pic, just a few miles from the end of my 21 mile slack pack.  About 10 minutes after I got to the road?  DOWNPOUR, lightning, the whole nine yards.  Me?  Slept at the Four Pines Hostel!  (Thanks so much to Four Pines... what an awesome place... if -by some ridiculous chance-you hike through Catawba, stop there!) 

Then... Vermont.  I just love this piece of an old car that was the trail marker near Manchester Center.  And I love Manchester Center, that's a great town, full of great people.  (Shout out to Odie, you made my day!). And I love Vermont... but maybe I have mentioned that before.... 

This is some mountain I climbed up between Manchester Center and Killington.  I remember thinking... this is a tough climb... I had no idea how much tougher it would get!  Hahahaha 

Rock cairns on White Rocks Mtn.  Most creepy, amazing thing ever.  There were HUNDREDS of them.  SO cool. 

Heading down the Bamforth Ridge, between torrential downpours.  As you do.  (or as I do!)

It really only really rained a few times when I was in Vermont.  When it did rain?  It POURED.  And this is what the trail looked like.  So I had wet feet.  My fave.  NOT! 

And I just have the prettiest feet to start with (nope)... This day I thought, my feet are SO gross I should take a picture!  Then 10 days later, when I finally took a shower?  They were about 100 times worse.  Hiker feet make me laugh.  So foul!

Looking back at Mt. Mansfield.  Lovely. 

Overlook from Spruce Ledge Shelter.  One of 2 nights I actually camped with anyone the last 2 weeks I was out... and there were 15 of us crammed in the shelter during the... rain!  Crazy. 

Then my camera died.

Then it was miraculously resurrected to take 2 pictures.  This is one of them, of the border line between Vermont and Canada.  Cause I walked to Canada.  SO cool. 

It took me a day and a half to find my way back to Williamstown, MA where I had left my car.  It was TERRIBLE.  Partially because of poor planning on my part (or no planning, but hey I didn't ACTUALLY think I would make it to the end!) and partially because North Troy, the closest village to the end of the trail is in the middle of NOWHERE.  Literally!

Luckily I got a ride with this guy, took three different buses, walked 3 miles, and got another ride with a nice lady from Cinci who lives in Williamstown (random)... and finally got back to the Saturn... where someone had left me some homemade cookies.  They were GOOD. 

I love hiking.

True.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live life deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life... and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

-Henry David Thoreau

**Sunset from Rice Field Shelter, Pearisburg, VA

... My feets are tired!!

Currently: White River Junction, VT
Long Trail? 273 miles... Done!

This morning I was walking along, over a ridge, and suddenly? There was the sign. The same one (basically) I passed 21 days ago on the Massachusetts- Vermont state line... But this one? It says Northern Terminus... And it sits about 20 feet from Canada!! Then I skipped up over a big old rock and kissed line marker 592... I'm classy like that!

So, after 22 days I landed myself at the Canadian border... Surprising no one as much as myself. I may not be the fastest hiker, but I managed to haul myself over some big huge mountains, through some pretty tough terrain... And I did it all on my own. Crazy. Sure there were people who encouraged me, gave me tips and researched for me, and generally cheered me on (shout out to the Brown Sugar Boys, Florida Mike, Patrick, and the Antiques dealer in Jonesville), but I walked pretty much by myself. It wasn't easy (I'd even say it was MUCH harder than the AT), my shin is back in not good shape (but ice should help), my back is sore and my legs and arms are MESSED up from hitting trees, rocks, and roots.

But I'm proud of me! It was a bigger feat than I was planning to undertake, but it was AMAZING, and the leaves were beautiful! I've seen pretty things on my crazy hiking adventures... But mountain for big huge mountain, every crazy climb was capped with amazing views and beauty.

I am so blessed. As I head to Ohio soon and dream of journeys to come, I know this... These crazy, sometimes lonely, beautiful, rugged, hard weeks on the Long Trail reminded me that hard work pays off and beauty is always up the next mountain... And it's worth climbing!!

However... My feets are tired!! Who wants to massage em?!

... Time warp...

Current location: Inn at the Long Trail (Killington, VT)
Miles left to Canada: 168.5ish

104.5 (technically 108ish) miles ago I left Williamstown, MA and headed north on the AT to connect with the Long Trail (LT) at the Vermont border. That feels a little crazy. It was just 8 days ago (I swear I did some really big mile days, it was a 2 mile day into Manchester Center that makes me look wimpy!!). It feels like ages. The trail has a way of doing that to you, making time seem like it is passing super slowly.

Yesterday I made my final climb before the Inn at the Long Trail over Mt Killington (about 2000 ft up in 4 miles) and I would have sworn it took 4 hours, but I got there to find it took less than 2 and it wasn't even late enough to stop for lunch at the top!

The trail feels like a time warp sometimes... Primitive, simple, easy, laid back. I've met lots of Southbound AT hikers this week and LOTS of northbound LT hikers (like me!). I've been hiking with 3 guys who just graduated from the U of VT (I call them the 'Brown Sugar Boys'). I've known them 4 days, it feels like ages.

Only about 12 days remain in the journey... Maybe less. My feet are tired but feeling good. I have a warm sleeping bag that helps on cold nights, but makes it hard to get up on cold mornings! The leaves have started changing and the days are perfect for hiking.

Yet, even though it's not exactly like I expected, this journey is good. Maybe I need a time warp every now and then... A chance to be quiet and peaceful in the woods... To forget the crazy rush of every day life and remember my happy place... My time warp spot... Where I can embrace and enjoy every moment without rushing to the next.

The next 169 miles are gonna be tough. The trail only gets harder from here. Our mantra has become 'if day hikers can do it we can do it.'... And we can... One moment, one step at a time.

"It is in all of us to defy expectations, to go into the world and to be brave and to want, to need, to hunger for adventures... To embrace change and chance and risk so that we may breathe and know what it is to be free."

There's no place like home....

The last all camp of the summer was organized by the third year PAs. 

They did a super job.

Wizard of Oz of course....

With 4 flying monkeys...

and a couple witches and a wizard...

the Wheel of Fun got stolen from the Dining Hall and the campers had to find it to help Dorothy get home... Obviously.

(Some of our costumes were clearly better than others, but that's not the point.)

In the last few days I spent at Camp Stonybrook over the weekend we talked a lot about 'home'.  We talked about Stonybrook and how crazy it was that our summer was done, and how the time passed so quickly but it also felt like the summer was a lifetime long.  We talked about other camps we have loved, other places we have called home, how temporary home can be.... and of course, we talked a lot about the places we consider to be our homes in the woods.

Maybe that's a bit weird.  That we have places in the woods we call home.  But its true.

Camp Whip Poor Will will always be my home in the woods.  I spent so many summers there, so many cold fall days and snowy winter nights.  WPW will always be a piece of who I am.

Tar Hollow will always be my home in the woods.  The state park/church camp where I spend a week each August.  Its a beautiful place where I have learned and grown and hear God's voice on many confusing days.

Camp Stonybrook is home in a way.  A crazy little camp where I laughed and lived and struggled through my summer.  I grew a lot there and learned a lot about who I want to be.

In the next couple of weeks I plan to head to one of my favorite "homes in the woods"... a more fluid place that covers about 2100 miles of the east coast.  Tar Hollow is up first.  Then parts of a trail I love.  Not sure yet which parts... or even that it will happen at all (perhaps I will head for a different trail?), but what I know is that I feel at home in the woods.  So, in the midst of the hard place I find myself, where things aren't what I want and I'm not sure how to get to there... perhaps for a while I can find some peace in the woods.

Cause the reality is... There's no place like home.

... and then there were none.

And then there were none...

no more days at Stonybrook with staff and PAs and crazy campers....

no more campfire songs and silliness...

no more early morning coffees in the dining hall...

no more singing hill or flag ceremony....

There are no more crazy hot days or impending rain storms.

No more crying children or randomness.

No more "Radar Reports".

No more canoe trips or high ropes.

No more schedules or number sheets.

Summer is done.

The PAs and most of the staff left today.

Camp is clean and tidy (except for the overflowing dumpster).

The last of the t-shirts and patches have been given away.

Life goes on.

What a strange, long, overwhelming, fun-filled journey it has been.

What a ridiculous experience.

Although the ad staff still has a few more days on camp to tie up some loose ends and paperwork, for the most part its finished.

Another summer at camp is done.

Crazy.