The Hundred-Mile Wilderness may be an historical name designation only (it is not true wilderness in either the sense of the 1964 Wilderness Act or in true remoteness, being accessible by several private logging roads). But it does have psychological import for thru-hikers nearing the end of their journey. After a Katahdin sunrise, we walked out of the wilderness to meet Mama Bear’s parents for the final few miles of the trail.
We walked to Abol Bridge, had some coffee and breakfast burritos at the camp store, met the lady who would kennel Orion for us while we were in Baxter State Park, and waited for Mama bear’s parents to arrive along the Golden Road (so named for the value of Timber that was hauled out along that road during the regions’ timbering heyday).
Then All In drove the car around to the park, jogged back along the Blueberry Ledges trail, and caught the rest of the group from behind. Along the way All In serendipitously ran into friends who had stopped for a swim before finishing their canoe trip along the river running adjacent to the trail (the regularity with which we unexpectedly run into friends and acquaintances in our outdoor excursions is remarkable).
We enjoyed hiking and swimming along Nesowadnehunk Stream with its impressive falls. We were impressed by the crowds of people there for he holiday weekend (All In even startled one of them to the point of a screamed exclamation- she thought he was a bear when he emerged rustling out of the woods in front of her). We were equally impressed with the single-digit remaining mileage listed on the trail signs. We camped at the base of the mountain, preparing for our final climb.