Started the day with Giant's Thumb, a large stone sticking out of the ground resembling--you guessed it--a giant's thumb.
After a sharp downhill, we headed into Salisbury, Connecticut for a resupply. At LaBonne's Market we met former Appalachian Trail thru-hiker, Spitball. He treated us both to a deli sandwich--thank you!
Back on the trail we trudged up Lion's Head with newly refilled packs and stopped for lunch at the top. Though the view was partially skewed to the fog, the sandwiches were delicious--thanks again Spitball!
The trail took us to Bear Mountain--the tallest peak (not the tallest point) in Connecticut. The downhill was absolutely miserable--slick, slanted rocks; hard to find foot placement. Sometimes I sat down and lowered myself down. Other times, I grabbed a tree and muscled myself down. Finally, we were at the bottom...
Excitingly, we crossed into Massachusetts, but our excitement was short lived...
...to Mount Race. The uphill was no problem, and the views, though also skewed by the fog, were pretty; I'm sad we couldn't see all of it's glory. It started to rain, briefly, and stopped before we descended. Again, an exhausting, technical downhill.
Close to the bottom, we ran into some locals who told us the next mountain, Mount Everett, was rocky too. Physically, but more mentally, tired, we stopped for the night at Race Brook Campsite, saving Mount Everett for the morning.
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