and then the infamous Mahoosuc Notch. One mile of car/truck size boulders piled up in a heap you have to pick your way through. A lot of it requires sketchy acrobatic moves to maneuver your way ovet and under. I’ve seen a lot of a beat up southbounders the last couple days.
After one last climb and a (normal) steep descent I made it to Grafton Notch where Sprinkle had moved the camper. She was kind enough to pick up my package that was late arriving to Gorham, which had replacement tips for my poles. They had been sucked off in all the rocks of NH. This will make my poles much more effective now.
All in, I got my ass kicked today! The saving graces were my leg felt better and the skies cleared…The notch would have been even more precarious in the rain. Plus it was surprisingly comforting seeing that little airstream camper sitting there when I arrived. A cold Gatorade and a chair to sit in didn’t hurt eithe.