(To read about this trek, go here.)
Betsy, Jan and me, aka Nachita, Truly Blessed and Deja, seasoned thru-hikers.
Truly Blessed drove Nachita and me to the northern terminus of the Long Trail. Thank you, Truly!
We’re ready to go! Nachita and Deja.
“O Canada…” At the Canadian border.
Betsy and the sign.
Officially at Journey’s End – our beginning.
First white blaze and we’re off! These blazes will lead me all the way to Massachusetts.
Ah-ha. We’re already rule-breakers.
Hiking up Jay Peak.
Out of the woods, onto the slopes.
From the top of Jay Peak.
Resupplying for the next section from the stash I left in Nachita’s car.
Last pic with Betsy. My hiking buddy has to go home now. :(
Spruce Ledge shelter. Most of the shelters on the Long Trail are more like cabins – fully enclosed with a door and windows. They used to have wood burning stoves, but most of those have been removed due to the fire hazard.
Stone fences are common in some areas.
A rare “calm” section of the LT in the northern section.
The double blazes mean there’s a change in direction.
Had lunch at Bear Hollow shelter on my way up to Whiteface Mtn.
Some of the steepest terrain on the trail led to this peak.
Typical section of trail. Argh.
View from Whiteface. Then it was an arduous hike down the other side.
The trail crossed over several ski areas.
View of Mt. Mansfield, which I’d climb the next day.
Coming to the summit of Mt. Mansfield after a steep hike from Smuggler’s Notch.
Mt. Mansfield summit.
Caretaker at the summit. He hiked the AT in 2011 also and we think we may have met at a break. Trail name: Turtle.
This is a two-mile ridge walk to a summit house and tramway. It was a weekend and there were many tourists here (even though I managed to get a picture without any of them in it.) Camel’s Hump is in the distance.
The climb down the “Forehead” was very steep and tricky, involving several ladders and a slabby rock climb section. If the weather had been bad, it would have been interesting. I was thrilled to done with that part.
Taking a break at Puffer Shelter, one of the old ones.
View from Puffer, looking back towards Mansfield.
Another view toward Mansfield from an uplifted rock formation.
After a week on the trail, I needed to resupply. Jan hiked in five miles from Rt. 2 to meet me and took me to her house for a night off the trail. I bought more food, enjoyed a wonderful dinner which she made, washed my clothes, showered and repacked for the next section, which started with Camel’s Hump.
The Duxbury road walk on the LT to Camel’s Hump trailhead.
Old barn along the Duxbury Road.
The seven-mile ascent up Bamforth Ridge to the summit of Camel’s Hump is long but beautiful.
My tent site near the Bamforth Lodge, three miles up the ridge.
Summit of Camel’s Hump.
Another hiker and the caretaker (right), also an AT (and PCT) thru-hiker. Trail name: Samwise.
Coming down the south side of Camel’s Hump. Reminded me of Katahdin, very steep and rocky.
Camel’s Hump in my rear view.
Steep, rocky down climbs…
…and it just keeps going, slow and tedious.
But charming Montclair Glen Shelter was a nice place to take a break.
Hiking over Burnt Rock Mtn.
I am Amazon Shadow Woman. Burnt Rock.
Having our moment. The owl at Huntington Gap. This was really cool…
Beautiful evening at Birch Glen Lodge. View from my tent site.
Mad River Glen.
Ski it if you can.
Doesn’t look too scary…
But this sign warns otherwise. Those N’s mean business.
View from Mt. Abraham.
Met Lisa and John and their dog, Clark, at Skyline Lodge. We all got there at the same time and then it started to rain hard. This is one of the nicest shelters on the trail. Well-built and sturdy.
This was Lisa’s first camping trip and she was having a great time. Skyline Pond.
About to hike out together. Great company.
Just to remind you where we are…
The trail becomes a little kinder… beautiful morning.
The Inn at Long Trail is a favorite hiker stopover for Long Trail and Appalachian Trail hikers. These trails merge about a mile north of the Inn and are the same for the next 104 miles south to the MA border.
The night I arrived, the Inn was full, but they allow free camping across the road in this grassy area. View of the Inn from my tent site. I got a room the next night. I spent the day doing laundry and resting. I resupplied in Rutland which is nine miles down the road. A shuttle bus stops in front of the Inn. This was my only full day off.
And then it was onward and up to Killington Peak.
I met Andrew (trail name, Fives), an AT southbounder, near the Inn. We hiked together for a couple of days. On the Clarendon Bridge.
It’s not all rocks and steepness.
Fall is coming.
“Welcome to the magical stone village of rock castles and fairy houses.”
There are many beautiful ponds along the way.
The AT and LT are the same trail in this area. Mileage is for for the AT.
Fives leading the way. Near Griffith Lake.
Bromley ski area.
Fives and I met up with Potter on this morning and we all hiked for the day to Manchester Center, a short hitch from the bottom of this mountain. They were taking a day off and I continued on after resupplying. Potter is a recent high school graduate who’s delaying college by hiking the AT. The trail is his lecture hall…
Potter checking out the warming hut.
View from the Bromley slopes.
Stratton Pond. I had been hiking hard in the rain for two hours trying to get to the shelter before dark. By the time I got water and hiked up to the shelter it was dark and everyone in the shelter appeared to be asleep. It was the 2nd time I stayed in a shelter (I stayed in Skyline with John and Lisa earlier). The rest of the nights I slept in my tent.
Fire tower on Stratton Mtn. This was the last big mountain on my hike.
Caretaker’s hut on Stratton. I met the husband-wife team a few miles down the trail as they were clearing brush.
Very cool spider web.
Trail Magic! No one was around but the note said, “You know what to do!” The cooler was full of sodas, cookies, muffins and brownies. Awesome!
There are many trees along the trail bent in this fashion. Supposedly, Native Americans twisted saplings along their routes in order to mark their paths. The trees have grown into these odd shapes. (I don’t know if that’s the case for this tree, but it is for others, especially along the AT.)
And then, one evening, I came to the end of the Long Trail and stepped into Massachusetts.
At the Massachusetts border.
Last morning before hiking out.
Two more miles along the Pine Cobble Trail (a feeder trail to the LT), and down to the the road.
I went to Williamstown, MA where I stayed in a motel and figured out my plans for getting back to Boston. This was a fantastic trek, challenging in every way. Everything worked our extremely well and other than a bunch of blisters, I stayed healthy and strong (and got stronger!). And yes, I’d do it again. But not anytime soon. :)