Trail Journal - September 05, 2005
 
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September 05, 2005
     I couldn't finish tapping yesterday because I needed to change batteries.  Most of the day fairly level hiking, easing hiking beside having some big rocks and a lot of roots in the trail.  I had a lot of boardwalk hiking, but I did make it across all the streams.  There was probably 10 or 12  streams that I crossed not counting the swamps,  but the water had receded enough that I was able to rock hop most of them.  I saw a lot evidence of moose and bear activity in the area.  Saw a lot bear dunk in different places. 
     I met Rag Man and Corporal on the trail whom I had hiked with down in NC.  They were with the Model T group at the time.  I got into Cooper Brook Falls Lean-to. about 4:30pm and it was full, so I set up my tent at one of the camp sites. 
     September the 5th is a beautiful morning.  Cool, but the sun is beginning to come out.  So I looking forward to a nice day!  I'm going to be climbing a little steeper hills today.  In the 2 to 3 thousand elevation range I think.  Last nigh I had a chipmunk get into my food bag and ate my bars of candy.  I just took the ends of them off and threw that over to the side and ate the rest of them.
     I came up on a log bridge and was getting ready to put my foot up on the bridge my foot got caught on a twig and caused me to stumble down into the mud.  I'm still seeing a lot of wild pachysandra that I didn't see in any other state.  Looks like it's bloomed and is seeding. 
     The trail that I've been on since I left the shelter appears to be an old log road.  I'm going up the hill gradually, but still easy hiking.  Mostly mud.  A lot of ferns in this area, some of them are taller than my waist.  Actually the trail is following Cooper Stream south.  I not on the water's edge, I'm about half way up the mountain, but I'm still close enough that I can hear the water cascading over the rocks.  Very loud. 
    You won't believe this pile of rocks I have to go over.  I'm right at the stream crossing, it's piled full of rocks, the blaze is right in the middle, and up against that rock is nothing but brush where the beavers have dammed up in there.  I'll be lucky to et across the one.  Made it across OK without falling down through one of the rocks. 
     I've left the roaring stream behind.  I don't have deafened ears now, but I hiking right up to the side of beautiful lake.  The water is clear, deep and dark blue in color.  Surrounded by pines, hills and some aspen trees here and there.  I'm just behind the pines, probably about 10 feet away from the water's edge.  The pines are very dense and it is fairly dark.  That's Crawford Pond I've been going by.  I'm 47.2 miles from Abol Bridge. 
     The trail is now starting to ascend.  Before long I'll be going into Little Boardman Mountain.  I'm in all hardwoods.  Getting into some bigger rocks in the trail.  Larger roots.  I must nearing the top of Little Boardman  Mountain.  The terrain has changed, getting into some larger boulders in the trail.  Nothing that you can't get over.  The hardwoods are oaks, maples, beeches, birches, and very few pine.  I just came across a tiny little brown guarder snake crawling up the trail in front of me.  It's been so long since I've seen a snake that I forgot what they looked like.  I must right on top now, I hiking on solid rocks.  You can a little bit of a view into the distance.  Just the mountain ridges.  I look out and these mountain just keep getting bigger and bigger.  A lot of spruce on to of the mountain.  I standing on a big old flat rock where I can look out over the mountain ranges and that is all I'm seeing.
     This woods is nothing but dense spruce undergrowth with mature pines looming at the tom.  All the lower branches are dead.  Little Boardman Mountain wasn't very high, but at the same time it was also big boulders.  I'm sure glad they were dry.  I certainly have fallen down enough of them, I didn't need any more. 
     Coming through the pine woods right by a small pond getting ready to cross the stream that the beaver also have dammed up.  Going toward the east branch of the Pleasant river.  It's not very wide but it's running steep the rocks are a little bit to far apart for me to rock hop.  I got across Ok without going into the drink.  I waded the first 2 rock over and the I was able to get up on the rocks and rock hop the rest of the way. 
     I am now leaving East Branch Lean-to.  This is one of the nicest lean-to's and camping area that I think that I've seen in Maine.  I've seen quite a few moose droppings today coming off the mountain. 
     Ever since I left the river crossing and the last lean-to it's been nothing but mud, swamp and roots.  Roots, mud and swamp.  The trail is really narrow and twisty making it difficult to get through.  I fell once, tripped on a stone and couldn't hold the weight of my back pack so I just fell down.  Didn't get hurt.  I had a heck of a time trying to get back up. 
     It looks like the ground has been covered with bumpy green carpet.  I hear turkey clucking in the woods.  I just met an older gentleman that is a north bounder his trail name is Choo Choo.  He's from Tenn.  This is certainly a straight up 2 mile section.  Up over ridge and rocks. very narrow rouged trail.  A lot of big boulders in this area cover with moss and ferns. 
     Got into Logan Brook Lean-to about 5:00pm and decided to stay.  Better to stay here than on top of the mountain where it would really be cold.  Talk to you tomorrow.
     Swing'n Jane
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