Bemis ridge proved to be some scenic ridge-walking with mountains melting the distant horizon and granite balds spreading thee view for all to see. In other places the trail was wet with myriad muddy mires. We engaged in a futile attempt to keep our feet dry as we hopped from rock to rock. It is in these situations where Cartwheel’s short legs put her at a distinct disadvantage.

Today brought our first real river ford. Some took the high road, others took the wet road; everyone made it safely to the far shore. At one of the ponds, the kids took Orion for a paddle in a beat-up old canoe while heir parents rinsed socks and shoes to cleanse them of the mirthless mud, if only for a few minutes.

The evening brought us into town to charge our electronics (we somehow managed to overlook that item during our week back in civilization). RobinHood was thankful for the running water as he succumbed to what we hope will be a twenty-four hour bug that he alone will vanquish. Tomorrow we meet up with friends, and assuming al are happy and healthy, head back to enjoy Maine’s wilderness path.