Not a partridge, not a pear tree
It sure made a bit of noise when I walked past -- I think we were both surprised. The humidity being 100 percent for so long now, I'm feeling a bit soggy. My exertion leaves steam coming out from my jacket in the stillness between the winds.
Came down off West Peak, up a muddy stream of a trail, up the rocks. Cold - steamy breath clouds in front of me. Stopped in briefly at Myron Avery lean-to. It was a bit of a pit. Had a caretaker and four or 5 hikers in already -- getting out of the rain and cold even with a few more hours of light left. Dashed off a register entry, shouldered the pack and headed north. Eventually came to Safford Notch campsite. Wet - home for the night. Not quite 10 miles under foot. Less than 180 to go. Set up the tent on a higher patch of level mud than the surroundings. Rain steady, persistent. Water coming to a boil for dinner. No shortage of wet.