Day 135. Big day today. Bittersweet day today. Big bittersweet day today. I climbed my last big mountains, I saw my end goal, I fell more, I made a rookie planning mistake, and I experienced a perfect evening at a new favorite campsite.
But first things first. Last night I mentioned the search and rescue team that came in looking for a hiker. Well, early this morning I learned that she was indeed found about an hour later, atop the exposed Bigelow West Peak. She fell and hurt her ankle badly around 5pm and couldn’t hike down from the alpine summit. Not sure if I was broken or just badly sprained, but when they reached her around 11pm they bandaged her up and stayed with her until the morning. The rescue team considered carrying her down, but it must have been pretty bad because they called in a helicopter to med-evac her instead. Everyone within 10 miles heard the helicopter come in, so word of the story spread among hikers quickly. Sounds like all is well, and hopefully she isn’t too badly injured. Crazy experience though. If it makes the local papers, I’d like to read up more.
I learned most of this while I too was at the summit of Bigelow and then Avery mountains (about 1 mile apart). Like I said, word spread fast. At the summit of both were a handful of people either heading south or day-hiking, and I sat chatting for some time. A very nice mother and daughter sat with me for some time, and gave a nectarine and turkey sandwich to me. Fresh fruit?! Real meat?! I was in heaven.
But I was also a bit sad, as I knew these were the last big mountains on my hike until Katahdin. Both were over 4,000 feet … but after today, I won’t rise much above 3,000 feet elevation again until Katahdin. There is one section towards the end that gets above treeline (White Cap Mountain), but that appears to be it. Oh well, that should make for better trail/hiking conditions.
I also had a great moment at Bigelow’s summit, when I saw my destination for the first time in the distance! There was a time earlier that it was supposedly visible, but this time I saw her myself. Katahdin is within sight! As you can tell in the photo above, I was slightly excited. Slightly…
I did fall twice today though. That was annoying. I mean, come on! I was so graceful for so long, then NH and Maine come along and turn me into a clumsy clod. Ugh, sooooooooo frustrating. The first fall was coming down Avery, and only scratched the palm of my hand a bit. But the 2nd, time … owe. Little Bigelow is a small peak after you get down from the big ones, and I took a bad step on a small rocky area of the descent. One of those ankle breaking steps I just talked about. But instead of letting it snap my ankle, I somehow knew to let myself fall to the side instead (#LeanIn). Unfortunately, that brilliant thinking led to painful results. There was nothing to soften my fall but more pointy rocks, and I banged myself badly in multiple places. Thankfully nothing broken, but my legs are grossly scratched up again. I threw my poles in anger and screamed, “COME ON!” to nobody.
I seriously don’t get it! I don’t think the trail is that much harder right now, in fact it’s mostly quite pleasant in this part of Maine. But I think my ankles have loosened too much or its simply gone to my head. Like a professional athlete with a bad case of the yips.
Maybe I need to just accept it. Falling is simply a part of me now, and I need to anticipate it and embrace it. So, I brushed myself off (painfully) and told myself I can handle a fall or two. That I won’t let this trail beat me. And I meant it. The AT will not break me, not so close to the end.
… Then I had to go retrieve my poles, angrily, which were 20 feet down the side of the slope.
When I arrived at the West Carry Pond Lean-to at 5:30, I realized I had made a huge mistake in my planning of this day. I put in 18 miles already today, with some tough climbs … but stopping here put me in a pickle tomorrow. I would be 14 miles from the Kennebec River, which can only be crossed by “ferry”. It is extremely dangerous and stupid to attempt to ford the Kennebec. Remember those times playing Oregon Trail as a kid? When you choose to ford the river, only to see your wagon sink? And then learn you lost 3 oxen, 4 bags of clothing, and that little Jimmy died?!
Well, this is basically the place where real-life Oregon Trail outcomes occur. People have lost gear or even died by foolishly trying to
ford swim the Kennebec. It’s over your head in the middle, and an upstream dam can release rushing water quickly without warning. This is why a volunteer uses a canoe to bring people across during hiker season. But this “ferry” only runs from 9am to 2pm. Hiking 14 miles by 2pm, even in good conditions, would be risky timing. I didn’t like the chances of arriving in time, and missing it would mean I have to wait until the next day. I don’t have a spare day right now to wait for a ferry.
So, long story short, I hiked on. I decided to go an extra 3.7 miles to the East Carry Pond, and setup camp at a well-established stealth spot near a sandy beach. I did those 3.7 miles in under 90 minutes (hurray for flat trails!) and soon found the campsite.
And what a campsite! This pond is actually a huge lake with private cabins and boats on it, and the beach was incredible. Not too big, but with clean white sand at a low-grade entry, which allowed for a pleasant late-night swim and bath. If I could own a summer home in Maine, this is where it would be.
A trio of ladies are here as well, who hiked the AT a few years ago when they retired. They came out for a week of hiking together in Maine and made sure to include a night here, their favorite spot. I thanked them for letting me share it with them, and we all sat on the beach, watching the sky darken as the sun set behind us. We agreed to wake up early tomorrow and watch the sun rise over the water together as well. This place is something special.
I feel much better hiking 10 miles from here to the ferry by 2pm. Especially if I’m starting just after sunrise. On the other side of the Kennebec River is the town of Caratunk and a planned hostel/resupply stop.
Hello Neiman (Sharkbait)!
- Start Mile: 2007.8
- Start Time: 08:15
- End Mile: 2029.4
- End Time: 19:30
- Miles Hiked: 21.6
- Miles to Go: 161.5
- Lodging: East Carry Pond stealth site
Katahdin on the horizon… WOW!
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Horse to the barn is much more likely to get injured than a race horse running full tilt in a race. Your dad gave me a book years ago called “Mountain Hazards ” that detailed this exact thing. Returning from a trip or nearing the end it is easy to forget where you are and loose concentration. The trail has no human attributes and is never your friend, it can bite you at any time regardless of your experience, miles put in, feelings and determination. Being close to the end can give you a false sense of security. Keep your wits about you, HAPPY TRAILS.
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Had a coach one time who always said ‘If you’re not fallin’, you’re not tryin’.’ I don’t know if this makes the actual falling better or worse!?! I was visiting my dad in AZ over Memorial day and fell climbing around on rocks in the desert…destroyed my knee (nothing skeletal, just a LOT of missing skin). Left me with a sweet scar and a good story. Stay safe out there! You’re soooooo close!
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Thanks Jessica! Yeah, I’m totally embracing it. I hate it, but I’m embracing it. 🤣
I loved your yips reference!
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I’m a Minnesota sports fan … I know it too well. 😆
Hmmm…. I’m a little worried to hear that you are embracing your ankle… I think you’ve been on the trail way too long. So, stuff happens, the important thing is that you did the right thing despite the collateral injuries you sustained. It is so easy to have something like this happen. I remember after I had my Achilles Tendon surgery, I was healed, but babying my foot on my 2008 Glacier Trip. All went well with everything I did. Then, a mile from Chief Mountain entry/exit point, I was standing with Rich and simply turned to say something to him, and WHAMOO… I ended up aggravating my ankle. It was so stupid :(. So, the good news is your on your way, with a few extra bruises and cuts, but you’re on your way.
I love the pictures and the description of this campsite in Maine, it almost (notice I said “almost” makes me wish I was there on the AT).
I think you made the best decision about the Kennebec River – definitely better safe than sorry.
Katahdan is in sight – what a odyssey for you! Hmmm…. maybe the Superior Hiking Trail needs to be reconsidered :). Be well, and keep on truckin’
mom & Happy
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Dad, you would have loved these past few days. These lakes feel very much like being up in Brainerd (before the population explosion). I think we just picked the wrong weeks for you to join! Next time we’ll know better. 😎
We’ve been away, and I’ve missed some of your posts. . . . Seems like I’ve caught up at a special time . . . Somewhere I saw that you are over 2000 miles . . . MY WORD! That is so awesome! Keep a clear lead, and keep on trekking . . . Loving being along on your journey, and your story is now travelling around Australia 😀❤️❤️
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