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.