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On June 23, , almost exactly one year ago, I set off on the greatest adventure of my life. To celebrate our one year anniversary of thru-hiking the AT, my hiking partner, Freaky John, emailed me a slew of photos that I'd completely forgotten existed.
Here are a handful that carry with them fond and sometimes funny memories. If only there were more These rustic relics from a bygone era of mountain men now cater to hikers of all experience levels. During the weekends, hundreds of people conglomerate on the famous ridges of the Presidential Range, and for many of these visitors, the huts provide an ideal place to spend a night beneath the stars while still enjoying the creature comforts of the real world.
For AT thru-hikers, the huts are wonderful resources that often mean steaming coffee, sugary treats, and work-for-stays. The above picture was the first hut we stayed in at Carter Notch. Situated in the heart of a deep, precipitous canyon, next to a pristine mountain lake, Carter Notch was possibly the most difficult place we ever had to leave along the entire trail.
After enjoying an egg, bacon, and pancake breakfast, I got to touch a guitar for the first time in about two months, and the feeling was truly indescribable.
I'm not the best or most passionate musician by any means, but two months away from anything that's normally such a fixture in your life, is difficult to comprehend until you have it again. It was akin to putting on my first pair of jeans after four months in the same pair of shorts.
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To anyone else, this shot of blueberries would be just an interesting camera shot at most. To me though, these blueberries represent a mile hike from Dalton, Massachusetts to one of the best shelters along the entire trail at Upper Goose Pond We stupidly began our day at 2 p.
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About half way in, we reached a blueberry farm where we picked 4 pounds of berries to take to a shelter where we'd heard there was a caretaker who would make pancakes in the morning. After night-hiking for three hours with dim headlamps, losing our way, and rolling our ankles too many times to count, we finally arrived at Upper Goose Pond Shelter.
In the morning, we realized it was all worth it, as we enjoyed bottomless coffee and all you can eat blueberry pancakes. After breakfast, we ventured down to the lake, where we may or may not have eaten brownies that may or may not have contained just a teensy, little bit of THC. After a very giggly canoe ride on the lake, we hit the trail, where we encountered the strangest thing we could have possibly witnessed, at a time when we really didn't need to see anything strange.
It was a northbound hiker who was hiking with, not a dog, but a cat.
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As darkness settles in you better hope the campfire has enough wood for the night, because sleeping anywhere on the trail will no longer feel as safe. Experience the chills and terror of the trail today, Read Hiker Midnight. Read more Read less.
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Hiker Midnight: Appalachian Trail Horror Stories
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