I’m sitting at Shaw’s, sipping on actual coffee, paring down photos as it drizzles outside.
Maine has been the state for trail magic. In Rangely, we were treated to three free meals at the farmhouse hostel. Coming down from little Bigelow on Flagstaff Road, there was full breakfast at the access lot. The best by far, though, was Tom in Stratton. With a full hostel and nowhere for me to stay, Tom picked me up with a couple other hikers, took us to his home, and fed us fresh Maine lobster. He also showed us how to eat them, which was good, as it requires a fair amount of knowledge about lobster anatomy. We spent our free time hanging out on Tom’s porch, which had a view of the Bigelows.
How many hikers can you fit in a truck? I think there are eight in this load.
Views from the Bigelows.
Mountainous terrain gives way to lakes and rivers after the Bigelows.
The sunset from Pierce Pond Lean-to.
A low cloud rolls over Moxie Bald. Pilgrim is pointing out that it should blow over soon.
And so it did! Patches ascends to the bald after the clouds roll over.