Friday 7th September
I was up and packed early but it was a cold morning but dry, I was walking by 6.45 as I wanted to get as close to Monson as I could .I had another climb to do first then hopefully it was down hill ha ha.
I was feeling good as I hiked along the trail and the climb was good . I came to a short hand over hand section then it became normal . I climbed higher then came to some amazing rocks they were huge and the trail passed through them and around them.
It was then a short scramble and then I was on huge slabs of rock again as I climbed above the tree line. Wow what a view I was staring at a vast lake and the clouds or mist hung above it like a blanket. I stood admiring the views before pushing on and up.
At last I reached the summit and received even better views. It was fairly flat up here as I looked all around me. I could of stayed and camped but today I wanted miles
I walked on, the views were spectacular. As I started my decent I ran into a SOBO, we exchanged greetings and I continued on . It was early but the sun was trying to shine.
I headed down with the occasional up just to annoy me.
On the damp muddy parts I could see many moose tracks, I stopped to stare into the woods, how do these big animals disappear?.
The trail passed through several pine forests and now with the sun they smelled wonderful, one of my favourite smells on trail
Once out of the forests. I began walking in an river bed that was covered in small boulders that are a pain to walk over
At last I was walking on stepping stones which made a change from the duck boards. I was joined by another creek that I was to followed for most of the day ..
Some times I walked beside it other times I was high above it, but was always there. I decided that at 12 i would stop for lunch as my tummy was rumbling and I had eaten most of my snacks.. I pushed on crossing several streams then arrived at the bank of a river. It was wide, I couldn’t see how to cross before I saw a rope stretched across. how’s do i use that?
I then noticed 2 hikers sat on the other side..
“How did you get across” I asked.
“We are SOBO’S so we haven’t yet ..think it’s croc time!!. one shouted
Oh I replied taking off my pack then removing my shoes and socks.
I put on my flip flops, slung on my pack, grabbed the rope and gingerly stepped into the water. It was freezing as I inched my way across, as it got deeper the rocks got slippery
As I soon as i was across and up the bank it was definitely lunch time..
The other 2 hikers were stridder and Boson. we chatted for a while .
I had just put on my shoes when my watch pinged 1 pm
before i made my way back to the trail
I had covered 10 miles, so could possibly make town . I hoped that the trail was going to stay nice!!
I soon met another hiker I warned him that he was going to get his feet wet until i noticed his badges. He was a ridge runner
these people serve as the trail’s eyes and ears: talking to the public about Leave No Trace principles, taking care of blown-down trees, gathering statistics on trail use, reporting back on conditions to trail committees, and even handling the dirty job of privy maintenance
They are really helpful and have a lot of knowledge
be sure to say thanks.
He told me about the trail ahead and that there was one more river crossing but that I should be able to rock hop it.
I soon reached the next shelter, great I thought I’m making good time
I pushed on deciding that i would stop at three for a quick break.
I passed several more wallows and briefly stopped to look for moose. nothing
The locals call them swamp donkeys, as they love these places.
When I came to a spring , i stopped and topped up my water just in case
I was still making good time but was beginning to tire, So I was pleased when my watch chimed 3 pm and there was a perfect spot to stop.
I ate a couple of snacks before transferring some other snacks to my side pockets .I checked my map 6 miles to go and it’s now 3 pm so 6pm depending on my pace .
I pushed on , at 5 pm I arrived at another walkway over another bog. but as I walked across it was easy to see that moose had been here and possibly lied down as the grass was all crushed But sadly no moose .
Perhaps if I stop looking for them!!
As I crossed another dirt road i noticed another snowmobile course that ran by the side of the trail for some way before heading uphill.
It was now time for board walking again and in between them were gnarly roots perfect
I began to hear the sound of traffic, fantastic as this seemed to on urge me on. At 6.30 I was stood by the road.
I put out my thumb and watched car after car zoom pass me.
A pickup came by , stopped asked where I was going and then did a u-turn
I passed you he said , I don’t know why I didn’t stop.
I threw my pack into the back, before jumping in and thanking him.
It was getting dark so i may have had to camp in the car park.
He dropped me by the post office. I thanked him again then began to walk towards the Shorehouse.
As I walked ,I met Samaritan coming the other way with pizza.
Bloody he’ll we both exclaimed.
He was staying at the other hostel.
If there is no room, I may see you later” I said
Once at the Shorehouse I made my way to the bar to ask if there was any space.?
As I step inside I heard “Snailtrainer!!!
It was her Dudeness, who I hadn’t seen since hot springs . It was good to catch up but she was busy cooking so I said I’d grab her later.
I was shown my bunk and how it works. I grabbed a shower and cleaned up before heading downstairs to the restaurant.
I found a table ordered a beer, a starter of fried mozzarella .
I followed that with a 12 oz rib eye, salad and fries . As I am a hiker I had to eat pudding all washed down with a few more beers.
I then recognised the hikers that I had met today so joined then for a good night beer. great day
miles left. 114