A Family Adventure of the 2,185 mile hike from Georgia to Maine - 2014

July 22 – Here come the Whites


The closer we get to Maine, the more the hiking feels like home. The granite ledges dotting the northern boreal forests, and the trails that go straight up the mountains. We haven’t yet reach the majesty of the presidentials, but the trail certainly has a New Hampshire feel. Read More

July 21 – New Hampshire


We awoke by the stream at the campsite we had shared with Twist and Stark. It was barely six o’clock but Twist was already gone and Stark was just leaving. We had a leisurely breakfast then followed along behind them, happy to have someone to clear the cobwebs from the trail for us. Read More

July 20 – Welcome Irreverence


We were treated to a delicious breakfast by our host Sophia Stone. Then we hit the trail for a few hours of rolling trail blanketed in soft pine duff until we met our friend Alison. The kids were excited about the reunion and enjoyed the company of an irreverent adult willing to goof off as much as they were. Read More

July 19 – Turning the Corner


The AT turned east and we followed it, headed toward New Hampshire and Maine. We saw lots of northbounders we’ve been crossing paths with for a while. We hiked with Johawk and Murphy in the morning while 50/50 and Mambo decided to spend another day at the Inn. The day brought easy Vermont walking. Read More

July 18 – The Common Wanderer


Today was the last day that we would follow the Long Trail, before the Appalachian Trail turns east while the country’s first long distance trail continues north to the Canadian border. Back in the last century, years before I met Mama Bear, my first long distance trip was along that trail. Traveling alone, I met a French Canadian with whom I walked for about a week. Our conversations had a certain poetry stemming from the combination of my broken French and his broken English. He described to me how he had found himself in Vermont’s Northern Kingdom: “For my heart; it was in need of a journey, and so I am here.”

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July 17 – Family and Friends


We spent the morning lounging with Mama Bear’s family, eating a leisurely breakfast at the bucolic picnic tables behind our motel. The kids and their cousins enjoyed some pool swimming, then we all piled into the car to head back to the trail. Read More

July 16 – Full Circle


The morning started with hard rain and we ate our breakfast huddled under the hammock tarp. It had slowed to a drizzle by the time the kids and Mama Bear started hiking. I packed up the wet tarp and started soon after. While I was hurrying to catch up, I took the opportunity for a morning swim in rocky pond. The silver mist rose slowly from the ponds surface and the soft drizzle rippled the mountains’ reflections.

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July 15 – Goofing Around


The Green Mountains have welcomed us home to northern New England. Lush forests, barren granite outcroppings, and plentiful boggy board walks. We even got to ride on a high speed quad chairlift.

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July 14 – Mountain Majesty


We awoke to what would have been a beautiful sunrise if it weren’t for the thick clouds settled into the valley filling our view with a uniform gray. But as we ate our breakfast and sipped our morning beverages the sun grew stronger and began to burn through the mist, allowing the distant mountains to melt into varying shades of darker and lighter gray. It was a spectacular, if monochromatic, display. Read More

July 13 – Vermont


Now in the forests of northern New England it feels like we’re back in our home playground. The Green Mountains are green indeed. Lush and damp with thick underbrush and mossy tree trunks it feels like an elfin garden. We hiked through clouds and mist with the occasional light rain but were snug in our tents before any of the hard rains came.

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