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Appalachian Trail

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September 6, 2001

Spent last night in Monson at Shaw's house. There is a huge controversy about whether hikers stay at Shaw's or the Pie Lady's. I chose wisely. I had a great stay--like visiting doting grandparents--and very quiet as the bulk of hikers I know left yesterday. Hiking 18 miles + 2 into town made me a very tired girl I didn't think I was going to hike that kind of mileage anymore, but it was easy terrain and I still love the challenge. I have the same internal fight going--fast or slow. Group or solo. The ante is up because there are exactly one million people one day ahead that I'd like to say goodbye to. Then again, if I'm never going to see them again, is it worth speeding through the Hundred Mile Wilderness?

Did I write about the pancakes at Harrison Pierce Pond or crossing the Keenebec in a canoe? I got to paddle. I made Fender duff in the middle. The river is just deep enough with strong enough current to need assistance. Steve, the ferryman, was an old raft guide and ski instructor. He gave quite a performance considering the low-risk of his job these days. The water is really low right now, so I haven't had to ford anything yet, though ten rivers are marked to be forded in Maine. The fire risk is high with everything so dry. But there's enough water to drink. Days are 60-65 and breezy--perfect hiking weather. Nights are cool. Perfect sleeping weather.

I stepped on a frog yesterday. Fender was walking behind me and told me I'd hurt it badly. "You have to kill it now. You can't let it suffer. You can't just leave. You have to kill it." Over and over he told me as he nudged the frog with his foot. Over and over while my eyes filled with tears. The flashbacks began and soon I saw Mom on her deathbed again with Dad over her saying "It would be more humane to put a pillow over her face." Looking up the lethal dose of morphine, but unable to end her misery either. I know what it's like to suffer in death and to think I did it to this frog took me right back. I cried for awhile, wondering if this trip has really help me come to terms with everything or not.