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

July 25-28 – Yellow Submarine

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We came off trail for the weekend to head to southern New Jersey for the fourteenth year in a row to play in a Beach Ultimate Tournament with the very special team Yellow Submarine. We lost in the finals, coming in 2nd in a tournament with over 300 teams. More importantly we spent some quality time with close friends along the way. Read More

July 24 – Mount Mousilakee

Cartwheel, who went to bed in the top hammock as the rain pattered on the tarp above, awoke in the morning on the ground nuzzling atop our empty packs. Neither she nor any of the rest of us knew how or when she made the transition (or even whether it was intentional or accidental). We enjoyed a hot breakfast, then headed up above tree line. Read More

July 23 – An Evening Thunderstorm

We woke up at Hexacuba Shelter, packed up and headed up cube mountain. We hiked for most of the day with Soleil, JPEG, Jukebox and Tandem. They were all headed to a hostel or to a shelter a few miles passed it. We decided to press on up Mousilakee because of an impending rendezvous with my father to pick up a car and head to an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. Read More

July 22 – Here come the Whites

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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