August 8 – Baldpate

We awoke to a misty morning and a relaxed morning routine. After we had all begun to sip our breakfast beverages, we were chagrined to discover that a mouse had drowned himself in the water bucket for which we had boiled the water. Only Grandpa Pete continued to drink his coffee after this discovery, stating blandly, “after twenty-three years in the Navy, I’m sure it’s not the first time I’ve had a dead mouse in my coffee.”

We headed up and over the Baldpates, treated to the classic gray view that we’ve had on all three of our prior traverses of these usually scenic balds. Then we headed off trail for the weekend to attend a memorial service for Mama Bear’s uncle, planning to return to the trail early next week for the last two hundred and fifty miles of our journey.















4 Comments on “August 8 – Baldpate

  1. What a relaxing enjoyable ride this has been to be following your adventures! I may not be hiking out there with all of you, but I certainly get some peace of mind as I look at the photos and read your daily comments. All the photos have something to say. In this group of photos the one that for some reason stands out is the one with Grandpa Pete and All In sitting together. Something warm and familiar about that photo…maybe because it reminds me of the simplicity of past morning conversations in nature with my own parents/family.

  2. It is good to see Hemingway back on the trail.

    Walt Whitman

  3. I am sorry for your loss and warmed by the care/connection with friends and family you continue to manage even while on the trail.

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