Yeti and his prized poster
M=7.5; C=1881.2
J: 9/15 - Permagrin and I caught up with Pieps and Yeti at the campsite between the Notch and Mahoosic Arm. Home for the night. We were all feeling pretty pumped up - it had taken two hours to go through the Notch. Wow, two hours. Over boulders, under them, through caves and passages I hadn't imagined the Trail would pass. It's done, the hardest mile of trail is behind us.
OK, I take that back. Still have some miles to go. Hard climbs await: Speck Mtn., Baldpate, Saddleback, Spaulding, Crocker and Bigalow are in the book; but this milestone (mile of stones?) is my most glorious until Katahdin by the books and the reg entries.
My daily mileage is well below what I need to make big K, the special K, by 10/5. Maybe the flats will allow me to make it up. Another artificial end date -- six months exactly on trail?
Notch celebration: we killed my fifth of Seagrams - perhaps why this entry seems so bizarre. Yeti did a happy Yeti-dance with a stuffsack hat and his sacred political campaign poster for Dick Swett. What better representation could we have in Congress than Dick Swett. The logic has held since 1800, right?
I am happy. Wish this bliss could remain forever. Tired bones need their rest. Goodnight.