Day 9, July 8, 17.6 miles

Guess what I saw today? A moose. It was cool. I saw tracks for a while and so I was looking f or it and sure enough it was standing in the woods by the trail. It was tough to get a good picture, but I got a couple shots. When it saw me it ran away. I’m not sure if it was afraid of the way I looked or the way I smelled. That shower I had a couple days ago is long gone.

The shelter last night was another night of listening to some pretty powerful snoring by Poego. As a matter of fact, Biscuit got up in the night and put his tent up cause he couldn’t take it anymore. If I weren’t so lazy, I’d have done the same thing.

The morning, once again, started nice and turned quickly to drenching downpour. Supposedly, Vermont set a record in June for the wettest June in 130 years. I think July is on track for the same record. However, by 1:00, the sun decided to shine–yay!! It turned out to be a good day.

As you can see from the picture below, there really is such a thing as Bigfoot. I’m obviously following him. Have been seeing these barefoot tracks in the mud for a while now. And yall thought I was crazy.

Here I am in my tent (finally) in the backyard of Whistlestop BBQ. Thought it was a good idea at first cause I could get a burger for dinner and have breakfast before I hike out in the morning. However, laying here listening to the busy roads on either side and the train on my left is making me regret my decision. But, the burger was fabulous and I even got to have bacon on it. Oh yeah, I also had homemade Vermont maple soft-serve ice cream–in hiker heaven.