Logan Brook L-2
Bumbling Bees and Mariner in the snow flurries. We came off White Cap. The wind died down a bit as we dropped elevation, but the flurries kept up. Mariner said he might hang back. I've lunched, and am anxious to push on. Lunching. Now I am 71.4 miles from the end - three (2.5) hiking days remain. That's a very ugly equation. Back to work.
Night camp - Crawford Pond. 16 miles today. Put in another 9.4 after lunch - down off the rest of White Cap, up and over little Boardman. Saw two bull moose today - missed my photo opportunity both times. Camped at the south end of this pond, with the wind out of the north. Waves come into shore - make me long for Callao or Wilmington. Expect rain (or snow) tonight. Snowed earlier as I got the tent up. Don't think I'll climb on the fifth as hoped for - just too many miles between me and the mountain. But I will try! Tomorrow is the big mile day. Just one foot in front of the other and a big chunk will be done.
Dreamcatcher left a cryptic note in the Logan L-2 register... good to have encouragement. 62 miles... unless I do a forty tomorrow and a 17 the next. Yeah, right. Chin up, as two twenty-eights could do it. I've done the mega-miles before, but with a lot more sunlight. Wish I had a full moon or starlight to steer by.
Reading the registers - watching the people wax poetic on the meaning of it all. Some came to untangle the webs of a lost relationship, some to escape the chains of a bottle or MTV, some came to prove they were once young, and some came to see what there was to see. All are surprised it went so fast. Me, too.