08-23-13 Somewhere in the Bigelows

The ran broke through the night. Although it was hard putting our wet clothes back on, the sunshine shone through and brightened our day.

We hitched into Stratton, Maine and stopped at the post office. B and I both got new shoes (mine were a one-time complimentary replacement from Merrell) and an awesome mail magic box from the Kanes. We dug through all the goodies--dried fruit, beef jerky, tortillas--and devoured Cheri and Madelyn's signature cake pops. Thank you!

Back on the trail with Morning Kid and Mash we breezed passed the 2,000 mile mark and laughed and joked our way up the Bigelow Mountain Range.

The view was spectacular from Bigelow Mountain West Peak. It was late afternoon, and the temps started dropping so we ducked back under tree line for the night at Avery Memorial Campsite.

We smushed both ours and Mash's tent onto a platform; Morning Kid and Grey Cloud were nearby where we headed over to for dinner. Grey Cloud had packed up a six-pack of brewskis which he generously offered and we graciously accepted.

As the sun set in the west, we huddled in for a cold cold night.