Started the day with a pleasant uphill to Lone Mountain. Spaulding Mountain was a similar experience.
On the way down, a plaque signified the completion of the Maine trail, the final section of the Appalachian Trail. I joked that the trail workers must have been ready to be done since this part of the trail by-passes the summits of Mount Abraham, Spaulding and Sugarloaf Mountains. I'm not complaining though; my knees were thrilled.
We rock-crossed South Branch Carrabassett River--praise The Lord, we haven't had to ford anything yet--and shot back up the Crockers.
South Crocker was sneaky. Steep. Rocky. Tiring. North Crocker was more forgiving. The day, however, was dampened (literally) when the evening showers came earlier than anticipated.
We had begun our descent of North Crocker when the thunder gave out its ominous warning. We pushed down the mountain, but not quick enough. Thoroughly soaked and miserable, we set up the tent at the first flat spot we came too. Safe and cozy, we never emerged again that night.
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