Friday, July 27, 2012

Day 23- Little Bigelow lean-to to Stratton, ME. 16 miles.

I woke up this morning with my game face on.  If I completed the 16 miles into Stratton, it would be the most miles I had ever done in one day.  The terrain today consisted up 5 climbs, one being close to a 2,000 ft. elevation increase, making it the most difficult terrain I had seen since Katahdin.  Whoo!  I knew I was in for a wild ride as soon as I opened my eyes and a wild ride it was! You see, Maine and I have a love-hate relationship- one minute I'm thinking that could never picture a place more beautiful and then the next minute it's trying to kill me.  There were moments today when I was just so angry at Maine for all the huge boulders and rocks at ankle-twisting-angles.  Today didn't turn out to be as much about enjoying the beauty as it has been lately; today was about pushing myself hard and proving to myself that I can still do the tough days that I don't find to be as fun.  The last 5 miles I was pretty much just zoned in on getting into Stratton.  Right as I was falling apart, about .5 miles away from the highway into Stratton, I received the most amazing trail magic ever.  There was a 12 year old bottle of Jameson sitting on the side of the trail with a note in it.  There was only a small swig at best left, but the group passed it around so that everyone could have a little taste.  I'd never tasted it before and it was definitely a nice treat to get me the rest of the way to the highway.  I arrived at the highway with Faith, Old School, and Sleepwalker.  I am told very often that since I am a female I will have no trouble hitchhiking.  Of course that would also be a benefit to any males that I am with.  So, I stuck my thumb right on out there and had my first hitchhiking experience.  We all got a friendly ride easily and ended up on Main Street in Stratton in no time.  Woohoo!  I am so happy from being able to complete today and have never been so exhausted!

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