Today's theme was water. Rain. Ponds. Waterfalls. Rivers.
It rained through the night and was still sprinkling when Rebecca from Lakeshore Inn dropped us back at the trailhead. Thankfully, the rain was short lived, and the sun poked its head out periodically throughout the day.
Today we entered the 100-mile wilderness. A sign at the entrance warned us of the rugged and remote dangers we were entering into. We plowed ahead, eager. This marks the beginning of the end.
The trail was a blur of puddles, ponds, puddles that looked like ponds, streams, rivers, streams that looked like rivers, mud, bogs, and mud that looked like, well, mud.
Little Wilson Falls was a spectacular waterfall with sheets of rock making it look very geometric and artistic.
We popped off our shoes to ford Big Wilson Stream and again at Long Pond Stream. As our feet dried off at Long Pond we quickly celebrated being 100 miles from Katahdin.
After a long and strenuous day--the terrain wasn't hard, I just think we're fatigued--we crawled into Long Pond Stream Lean-To for the night. We quickly set up the tent, fixed dinner and filtered water so we could call it an early night.
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