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Day 80

The author enjoying a free root beer at Vermilion Valley Resort.

When my alarm went off at 5:30am, I got up and noticed that Anna was still asleep. Normally she wakes up 30min before me to make coffee, so I took that as a sign that she needed to sleep. I killed my alarm, and we ended up sleeping in until 7am! Once awake, we slowly packed up, tired and fearful of the already swarming mosquitoes outside. Once we were up and moving, we quickly climbed up and out of the lower-lying area we camped in, and thankfully the dang things abated a bit when we hit the road. The first couple of miles to Ward Lake Campground were pretty hot and exposed due to a burn that had evidently occured in recent years. Ward Lake itself was very pretty though with massive sequoias and loads of campers. As we hiked on, we went in and out of burn areas, dry exposed granite outcroppings, lush mosquito-filled meadows, and various bits of infrastructure. When we eventually hit the turn north towards Mono Hot Springs, we passed by a large aquaduct and saw loads of people soaking despite the warm temperatures. It was right around here where little 5 year old Sean and his kind grandpa pulled over and asked us if we needed a ride! They were headed up to fish in a small pond near Lake Edison, so Vermillion Valley Resort was on their way! They then gave us a ride the remaining 6 miles. Sean immediately adopted Anna as his new best friend while his grandpa told me all about the region and what it was like to hike and fish the area as a kid. After our short ride, we thanked them profusely and got comfortable at VVR. 

We immediately ran into Caveman, who we had met on Muir Pass, so we chatted for a bit over lunch before diving into our various chores and relaxation. I strung up one of their hammocks and read for a while and waited for the temperature to cool off a bit. Once it had dropped enough, I grabbed a much needed shower, cleaned my wounds from my fall on Mather Pass, resupplied, and knocked out laundry with Anna. By the time we were done it was already 6pm, so we had dinner with Caveman and watched a bit of game three of the Stanley Cup finals between Edmonton and Florida. Around 7:30pm, the mosquitoes became unbearable, so we called it a night and retreated to our tents. Needless to say, it’s been amazing having a much needed easy day. I think Silver Pass is going to suck based on snow reports, but Mammoth is only two days away!

Day 81

The author fording a decently strong river.

We slept in until around 6:30am when the generator kicked on, and man was it nice to have a relaxing morning! We packed up some of our things and then headed to the main building for breakfast. Everyone there was in good spirits, happy to be out of the high passes and excited for the massive hot breakfasts served at VVR. Since Anna and I’s stomachs were a bit messed up, we split a meal and even then I ended up feeding part of my half to another hiker. After breakfast we hung around for a bit before finishing packing up, loading on to the ferry, and cruising out across Lake Edison. The ferry ride was gorgeous, and we were all joking about just staying on and cruising around the lake all day instead of doing the 3,285ft climb up to Silver Pass…

Once dropped off, we said goodbye to the nice captain, and then everyone rushed off into the woods, eager to make some miles and get over the pass. Anna and I took our time to coat up in bugspray and sunscreen, and then slowly made our way up the trail, still drained and tired from the previous week. Like the rest of the section, the mosquitoes were pretty bad and the trail was flooded, but otherwise the trail conditions were good for once. We forded a few stronger rivers and passed under a waterfall before hitting the final climb to the top. Once at the final section, we were quite relieved to notice that it was largely melted out! For the most part, we were able to stick to dirt, and for the few sections where we had to walk on snow, it was melted enough that the layers were consolidated and packed down meaning no postholing! In fact, this was our first pass where we didn’t have to use ice axes or microspikes! At the top, we had celebratory snacks with Hopper, a hiker from Japan that we had been hiking around since Pinchot Pass. From there, we carefully made our way down the snowier north face of the pass, but again, the snow was nice and compacted, and we made it below the snow without any drama. The next few hours were a blur of hoofing it down to the raging Fish Creek in the valley below and then trudging up the 1,300ft climb to Lake Virginia (mile 893), our intended campsite for the night. We had to hike a bit later than usual, but we wanted to ford the lake’s inlet tonight in order to avoid doing it first thing in the morning. It ended up being just as cold as all of the other spots, but thigh deep, which was rough in the cool evening air. Once forded, we set up the tent in one of the most beautiful spots we’ve ever camped around 6:30pm, had dinner, and then enjoyed the sound of frogs while we watched the brilliant sunset produce incredible colors on the surrounding mountains. Despite the tough climbs, the weather was great and the terrain didn’t try to kill us. Maybe this is how the Sierra is supposed to be?

Day 82

The author taking in the views of Lake Virginia.

Since we are still dead from the past few weeks of hiking, we slept in a but and enjoyed our gorgeous campsite at the edge of Lake Virginia. After breakfast, coffee, and tea were had, we slowly packed up and went on our way. The first few miles were unfortunately frustratingly slow due to snow that had been boot-skied out on the north slope of our ridge. Anna and I were also experiencing an alarming number of GI issues making us question the integrity of our water filter. We pressed on, albiet more slowly, and passed up Purple Lake and Duck Lake, but of which had wet foot crossings. From there we continued on, up and down several ridges until our final climb down to the exit trail to Mammoth, the Horseshoe Lake trail. With soaked shoes and feet, the blowdowns were a bit annoying to navigate, but slowly the trail improved. As we approached the exit point we noticed more and more people out for day hikes or returning to trail. We met a few dogs along the way, and after a last, very sweaty climb, we rolled into Horseshoe Lake day use area. There, we saw people everywhere and learned about how carbon dioxide was seeping from the ground and killing the local vegetation. Weird! We waited around a bit and soaked in the views of the alpine lake before the free trolley arrived and took us into town for free! 

On the drive down we passed a number of amazing alpine lakes and bike trails. I will definitely need to come back here! Town itself was a typically ritzy ski town. There were loaded of mountain bikers taking a bus to the top of some converted runs, a few skiers and snowboarders enjoying the last week of runs, and boujee housing everywhere. One sign was proudly advertising small condos for $3.95 million! When we arrived at the other side of town, we promptly checked into our cheap Motel 6, showered, ran laundry, and settled in for the night with takeaway sandwiches from the Mexican market. We had arrived a bit later than planned, but it was amazing to finally be in town, out of the snow and mosquitoes, and to not have to hike tomorrow!

Day 83

One of Mammoth’s free trolleys.

Zero day! We slept in a bit, with me only waking up from the sounds of Anna getting up. Still, we left the room just after 7am in search of coffee for her and breakfast for the both of us. We stopped into a gear shop along the way for fuel, and then ate at “The Breakfast Club” since it seemed like it was one of the few reasonably priced spots in town. After our quick bite, we headed to another gear store where I acquired new shoes and gaiters since mine were shot. We then went into the packed Grocery Outlet followed by Vons to knock out our resupply. Finally done with most of our shopping chores, we went to one more gear store (there are a ton of gear stores in Mammoth!) for my insoles and a new water filter before returning to our room. Back at the hotel, I sprayed our clothes with permethrin as a precaution for the next section and then called my Mom and caught up while it dried. The hotel staff wasn’t a fan of our impromptu yard sale, so I ended up having to carefully relocate it while it was still drying. After my phone call, Anna and I went to dinner with Dario, Deveney, Red Beard, and Tumble. We had not seen D&D since Wrightwood, nor had we really seen Red Beard or Tumble since Sergio’s so it was awesome catching up with everyone! After dinner, Anna and I went back to our room and watched The Dead Don’t Die, which she promptly fell asleep to. It’s annoying that we had so many chores on this zero, but I’m glad we still got to have fun with friends!

Day 84

Miles and miles of mud…

We slept in a bit after our late movie night yesterday, and when we finally did start to move, we grabbed our last showers, packed a few items and then headed across to the street to Schat’s Bakery for donuts and bacon egg and cheese croissants. Afterwards, we came back to our room, wrapped up a few last minute chores, and then grabbed the 11:30am trolley. There was a bit of confusion with the trolley and we ended up needing to make a transfer, but regardless we still arrived back on trail for free just a bit after noon. Gotta love free public transit!

Once back at Horseshoe Lake, we coated up in sunscreen and took a different connector trail to Red’s Meadow to see some new terrain. The connector ended up being a much better trail than the pass trail we took in, so we made it back without much drama (compared to Kearsarge Pass). From there we hopped on the official PCT detour trail to avoid the washed out bridge at the Middle Fork of the San Joaquin River, which turned out to be an amazing couple of miles of hiking. Super nice, rock-free, freshly cut trail with the gorgeous scenery of Red’s Meadow around us. All of the river crossings had small bridges, so we were even able to keep our feet dry for once! Once the detour ended, we hopped back on the PCT and enjoyed a few more miles of cushy hiking. Since we had gotten a late start, we decided to stop around 5pm at the Agnew Meadows Campground (mile 916). While from afar it seemed like a perfect spot, we quickly found out that the bug pressure was terrible from the nearby stagnant meadow… Needless to say, we got the tent up in record time and quickly got inside of it. The mosquitoes are by far the worst we’ve encountered, and they do not seem phased by our permethrin. Hopefully this is not an omen of the section ahead. 

Day 85

A marmot surveys his kingdom on top of Donohue Pass.

Our sleep ended up getting interrupted first by some sort of animal outside and then by nocturnal hikers not speaking quietly in an established campground… Needless to say we were both a bit groggy when we got up at 5:30am. Thankfully, the cooler temperatures had caused the mosquitoes to abate, so we weren’t eaten alive when we broke camp. As we were leaving, we noticed that Hopper had set up his tent nearby as well, but he appeared to be fast asleep. The first few miles were a climb up 1400ft, but it was nice and friendly due to good trail conditions and cool morning temperatures. Once on top, we had our Lenny & Larry cookies for breakfast (this is now basically a ritual) before continuing on. Shortly thereafter we had another 800ft climb up Island Pass, with the gorgeous Thousand Island Lake below. Thankful to have finally found a shady spot with no mosquitoes, we took advantage of an area on Island Pass to have an early lunch before the climb up the much larger Donohue Pass. It was amazing to be able to sit outside in peace for what felt like the first time in days. 

After lunch, and a bit fearful of potentially bad pass conditions, we started the climb up around 11:30pm. Thankfully, since we had already done a fair amount of climbing, the final climb up Donohue Pass was only 1400ft and a few miles. We ended up having perfect conditions as there was a nice cool breeze, intermittent shade from clouds, and the trail was 95% snow-free! We did have to do a bit of route finding around snow covered trail, but we still made the pass just a bit after 2pm. On top, we stopped briefly to watch marmots and chat with some other hikers before immediately beginning the descent, fearful that the north side would be buried in snow. Thankfully, after a few hundred feet, we got a good view of the top of the climb down, and except for a few short 10ft-long patches, it was also snow-free! We then took our time climbing down, only stopping for water and the occasional route finding. Best of all, I was able to keep my feet dry all day! Unfortunately, once we were back below treeline, the mosquitoes returned with a vengeance. Once we got to the bottom of the climb in the Tuolumne River valley, we were disappointed to find that the width of the valley was one giant marsh… When we stopped to set the tent up at mile 934.6, we were immediately swarmed despite our permethrin. Since we are now well practiced though, we got the tent up quickly and settled in for the night, once again prisoners in our own tent.

Day 86

Lionell (far left) and Nick (far right) provided us all with trail magic!

Unfortunately some other hikers rolled in very late again, and woke me up by shining their lights directly in our open doored tent, and then proceeding to make a ton of noise around 11pm. So when the alarm went off at 5:30am, our packup was slow and we didn’t hit the trail until a bit after 6am. The trail though, was amazingly friendly. We were able to maintain a quick pace, and the mosquitoes were relatively nonexistent in the morning. We took in awesome views of the Tuolumne River and the surrounding meadows and cliff faces. We saw a number of birds and deer, but surprisingly not much other wildlife or any people for that matter. 8 miles into the day, we were about to cross a footbridge when we saw a smaller (but still large), fuzzy, juvenile bear walk across the bridge! At first, I honestly thought he was a dog until I got a better view of him. Anna got a video of him, and as soon as he saw us he booked it into the woods! Funny enough, as soon as we crossed the bridge, the trail joined up with a major road full of weekend campers. We saw a few more deer along this road as we followed it to the Tuolumne Meadows General Store. There we were surprised to find Delicate Flower, Timber, and Santa all hanging out and enjoying breakfast. Apparently the store had a restaurant next to it, so we promptly took advantage of it and hung out with the others.

We decided to hang out and wait for our friends D&D, and while we were there we received trail magic in the form of pancakes, and Delicate Flower’s group scored permits to hike into Yosemite Valley. While they waited on a friend as well, we all tossed a frisbee around and enjoyed the gorgeous day. At some point in the afternoon, a guy named Lionel arrived and offered us a ride back to the trailhead where he was hosting trail magic! Right as we were about to leave, D&D rolled up, so we told them we were headed to trail magic. There, Lionel and his friend Nick made fresh risotto, had fresh fruit, and plied us with stories and drinks. We were accompanied by Hopper, Fire Hydrant, and a few others. We ended up hanging out until 2:30pm, when we called it and set out since the next nearest campsite was 5ish miles away. Fire Hydrant ended up hiking out with us, and we enjoyed chatting while enjoying the gorgeous Yosemite scenery. At some point, I stopped to put on bug spray and he continued on, eager to make camp. Afterwards, we enjoyed the amazing views of Tuolumne Falls and because I was having a terrible stomach ache, it was at that point that we decided to stop early at the Glen Aulin backpacker camp instead of pressing on to the PCT tentsite. The mosquitoes were absolutely hellacious, forcing me to put on my rain gear and headnet while I set the tent up. We didn’t end up making it very far today, but it was an amazing day of hanging out with others, which is what I enjoy most about thru-hiking. We’ll push tomorrow to try and get some mileage down so that we can cruise into Kennedy Meadows North. 

Day 87

Anna bundles up for mosquito protection.

I once again had a hard time going to sleep due to some people noisily arriving late and setting up their tents. However at some point, I did pass out and slept quite soundly. When my alarm went off at 5:00am, I was up, eager to get morning miles in before the heat and mosquitoes, and honestly eager to get our daily mileage back up. When I exited the tent I was shocked to see that about 12 other tents had popped up around us over night! I was also happy to see that D&D were packed up already and just about to head out. Anna and I caught up with them and we hiked 9 miles together over the first 1200ft climb. We chatted about all of the crazy global news we had received before we left service and they talked about how they were worried for their friends back in the Middle East. We also chatted about other hikers we knew and how terrible the mosquitoes have been in the evenings. They stopped around Spiller Creek for a long break, but we motored on, eager to get up the next 1000ft climb before it got too warm out.

The climb ended up being incredibly steep and exposed to the sun, meaning it was very sweaty. Since it was early in the day though, Anna and I were able to power up it quickly, and stopped for a water break on top. Annoyingly, the top had rolling hills, which meant we really didn’t get any nice flat breaks before the downhill. Right as we were about to head down, we ran into Fire Hydrant whom we had met the day before. We ended up hiking the next 5ish miles with him, down the steep decline, across a flooded meadow, and partially up the next climb, Benson Pass. We all stopped for water and lunch around Wilson Creek and chatted with a few other hikers that passed by. Once lunch was over, Anna and I put in some headphones and flew up the 1600ft climb to the top of the pass. Thankfully, the trail was really friendly, just steep, so we made it to the top a bit after 2:30pm. Again, we took a quick water break, and then hurried on, eager to make miles. Unfortunately the climb down had other ideas and all but killed our pace. The trail was flooded and muddy, with Smedberg Lake actually overrunning its bank into the trail. We also encountered a few steep walls of snow with no apparent bootpack, forcing us to waste time route finding. So, when we arrived at a good flat tentsite at 971.8, we stopped and called it a day. We thought that the wind would keep the mosquitoes at bay, but man were we wrong. I was once again forced into my raingear and head net to set up the tent while Anna was eaten alive. These mosquitoes are hell. Only 46 miles to Kennedy Meadows North, but we still have a hell of a lot of climbing between here and there.

Day 88

Our prison for the next 12 hours as we hide from the mosquitoes.

Another hellish day to report unfortunately. We both slept well but when we left the tent to break camp we noticed that unlike every other morning, the mosquitoes were still kind of active… We quickly packed up and hit the trail to avoid getting eaten alive. The first 2 miles of the day were a brutally steep 1000ft downhill where we had to carefully pick our steps to avoid eating it. At the bottom we were rewarded with a knee deep wet foot river crossing followed by a bog traverse and an immediate 1500ft climb over 2ish miles, so very steep. At the top we tried to take a water break but we were quickly thwarted by swarming mosquitoes. After a few up-downs at the top, we started the 1100ft descent which, due to the flooded trail and lingering snow patches, took hours and beat us up. At the bottom, we once again had another wet river crossing before again, immediately climbing up 750ft. At the top, we again tried to find a rocky exposed area for lunch, but we were again immediately swarmed by mosquitoes. So we had a very quick lunch and then started on the 700ft downclimb which was again, steep and slippery… Once at the bottom we again had another marshy river crossing followed by a 1200ft climb. This last one was completely exposed to the sun, and it was a warm day, so we were getting roasted on the climb. Finally done with climbing for the day, we started on our way down, with the hope to make some progress towards our Dorothy Lakes, which was our next pass. The initial downhill was very steep, but about halfway down we hit a plateau filled with stagnant water. It was at this point that the bug pressure became unbearable, around 4pm. We then booked it down the hill and set up in the first dry exposed site we could find at mile 988.6 right next to Falls Creek. While setting up, we were getting swarmed again so I had to don my “bug suit.” Then, once we were safely hidden inside, we were comfortable for maybe half an hour before the sun shifted and turned our tent into an oven. We just can’t seem to win today. Likewise, this has to be some of the worst hiking I’ve ever done. I cannot wait to get out of it.

Day 89

The author having a snack at the top of Sonora Pass

Another rough one down. We both slept pretty well with the white noise of Falls Creek drowning out the haunting drone of mosquitoes outside. When we awoke though, we were disappointed to find that all of the mosquitoes were still alive. I left the tent to attempt a cathole but immediately gave up since I was swarmed while digging. When I returned to the tent, we carefully packed everything up inside, and then quickly hit the trail. Despite our permethrin-treated clothing, and picaridin-treated skin, we were still getting annihilated. I was also having a bit of trouble with a stiff back, which at some point turned into a fully pulled muscle, killing our pace and hurting like hell. We went on like this for a few hours with me hobbling until Anna said she needed to stop to have breakfast. I had zero appetite, wasn’t sure I could get back up if I sat, and I was horrified by the mosquitoes so I hobbled on slowly and she would catch up. I continued hobbling for a few miles, through swamps, meadows, and bogs getting attacked the whole way. A few miles in, Anna caught up with me and she was hiking with a nice guy named The Jeffer who we had seen swatting mosquitoes off of himself last night with a pine branch. Once they caught up with me, Anna slowed down to my pace, we chatted with The Jeffer a bit and then he dashed off. From there on, we slowly made our way up and over Dorothy Lake Pass. Dorothy Lake was gorgeous, but its thunder was stolen by the mosquitoes.

We stopped at the lake very briefly to filter 2 liters of water, and in that time we were both swarmed and coated… We continued on out of necessity, but we were tired from the climb and lack of rest. Around noon we decided that we absolutely needed a break, so we pitched the tent and took an hour-long break, safely inside of it. We had already done 13.5 miles, which was amazing considering my back. After our break, we packed up and braved the mosquitoes again. Thankfully, on all of our afternoon water crossings we were able to rock or log hop. And, more importantly, as the vegetation and water started to thin out, the mosquitoes thinned out as well! Since we were doing so well on pace we decided to load up on water and climb Sonora Pass today. The climb itself was quite steep, but went pretty well all things considered. We reached the first campsite at the top (mile 1010)  around 5pm, set up camp, and called it a day while watching the sun set on the Sierra Nevada behind us.





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Maine On the Brain – The Trek

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Day 108- 18 Miles today from Barn Hostel Gorham to Carlo Col Shelter, 6400 Feet Up, 4500 Feet down, 1917 AT Mile Marker

Knockerz Visits Boulder Hell

This is actually more than one day. The day after I finished Carter Moriah range I took Knockerz back to the Great Gulf Bypass up to the Osgood campsite and then to the Alpine zone heading towards Madison Hut.

I wanted her to experience the climb up to the Alpine zone. I also really wanted to show her the Alpine zone and the bouldering that was required to get through Madison Hut all the way to Mount Washington. The day I did that was my most difficult day yet.

It was my “zero” day but we still did the climb up to the Alpine zone and back down yesterday which was about 10 miles and 3300 feet elevation gain. I’m glad that I was able to let knockers see what it was like up there.

We then went to the brewery and strategized for the upcoming few days.

The Next Day

I started off this morning at 6:30 with a goal of getting to at least Gentian Pond shelter. I would really like to go farther than that but the elevation my be way too much at over 6,000 feet of climbing and over 4,000 feet of descent over 18 miles. But that would put me in a good spot to hit the Notch the following day.

It’s a cold morning with temperatures probably in the 40s. It wasn’t long before I got to the Mahoosic trail. It took me about an hour and a half to go 3 miles with 1800 ft of elevation. This is fast for me especially after the slowness of the Whites.

The trail is very well marked with lots of white blazes everywhere. I have to say it feels really good to look at this view and see Mount Washington off in the distance behind me and know I’m through the Whites.

“Normal” AT Trail

Today’s hike so far has been a “normal” hike. There were a few small climbs in addition to the overall climb but nothing technical yet. The technical stuff is what really slows you down. And that’s the thing about the Whites it is the technical climbs that drop your daily miles down.

I know it’s going to be technical going through Mahoosic Notch and I know Southern Maine has a lot of elevation. But you don’t hear people talk about Southern Maine in a fear mongering way.

It may be because we Nobos are just recently out of the Whites and this feels refreshing to have normal trail again.

Do I Push My Miles Today?

I think there is a technical climb if I make it to the shelter that is 16 miles in. The woods are really quiet I don’t hear any birds or squirrels or anything. I also have not run into a single individual yet.

I’m expecting to see some Sobos pass by me at some point today. I don’t think any Nobos will pass me because my pace is a pretty strong pace right now.

Reflection

With “normal” trail my mind can wander again because I’m not having to put all my mental energy into the obstacles of a technical trail so I just noticed something. I have always lived my life planning ahead.

It’s been my brain’s way of having some predictability on the future. I think uncertainty bothers me.

I know it was a trait my Mother had. She was always planning ahead and living for the future. The future has not yet come.

And in retirement one of the things I wanted to do was to help myself cure from always planning ahead. There is no need for me to plan career moves or things at work anymore. I can now just live life.

I really wanted to have this AT adventure to help me to process my mind’s desire to always plan ahead and be ready for the future.

And now I’ve noticed that I’m not planning ahead. I did take a peek the other day and I know it is a handful of miles, maybe two days, before I will be out of New Hampshire. But I haven’t planned too far ahead. It is nice to be able just to walk and have a destination but if I get to that destination great and if not there is always tomorrow.

It may be that there was a technical section or bouldering or something else that I didn’t anticipate that will hold me back from my chosen destination for that day but I will be able to attack it tomorrow.

This is similar to life. I hope this is a philosophy I can continue after this adventure. This is a 2200 mile hike but in reality it’s 2,200- 1 mile hikes. I can start my day off with a destination in mind and then take one step at a time towards that destination.

This was especially true during the very challenging times in the Whites like the boulder fields leaving Mount Madison. I just kept telling myself one step at a time. I had broken my hike up into 2 foot intervals at that point. This too is similar to life when you have extremely difficult times and you think you just can’t go on but you break it up into smaller manageable pieces and you move forward.

There is really no need to plan too many days in advance because the plans rarely work out as expected. This is one of the main lessons I really wanted to take away from this hike. Try to live my life more in the present.

Too Early to Stop Hiking Today

The climb up to the ledges was steep, short, but not too technical. I could see a great view of Mount Washington. Mount Washington is getting further and further behind me now and I was still making great time knocking out miles today.

By 11:00 I had done over 8 miles and over 3,000 feet of climbing.

It was only about 3 more miles to the Gentian Pond shelter. So I knew I needed to continue on. My goal now is to get up over Mount Success and then into Maine. That will set me up with about 6 miles in the morning before the Notch. And then 15 miles overall to the road where I plan to meet Knockerz.

Reroute!

There was a beautiful brand new reroute around Dream pond. According to the comments the old AT was a bog that was very hard to get through.

The reroute was a nice unobstructed dirt path. I haven’t seen the trail like this in a long time. It was unmarked as far as white blazes but very it was very well traveled.

I continued to travel on past Gentian Pond shelter where there were a couple of pretty ponds. I was still traveling pretty fast with a little bit of technical trail to navigate but not too bad.

Maine Ahead!

Then I got to the bottom of Mount Success and I could see how much climbing I had ahead to the top. It was a bit overwhelming when I could just call it a day at Gentian Pond. I was starting to get tired.

I had to climb a thousand feet up Mount Success. There were some technical sections on the climb that slowed me down. After Mount Success I was in an Alpine zone heading towards the border with Maine.

Up on Mount success in the Alpine zone the trees were just a couple feet tall and it was a boggy area with bog boards to walk on. The trail then became technical. There was a steep incline to climb that somebody had put a rope up to help you climb up that section.

Home Finally

After crossing the border into Maine I got a taste of Mahoosic Notch. There were some very steep technical climbs and descents. Several of these left me sitting for a moment uncertain which direction to go. I was tired and the climbing was deadly. It was that bad. One wrong move and you would slip and probably die. These were stow your poles kinds of climbs with your face to the wall climbing down and up.

It was slow going but I finally made it to the Carlo Col shelter. I couldn’t believe I did such a big day today. This is the most I’ve ever done in elevation gain in one day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Europe’s hidden gem not so hidden anymore

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“Have you considered Croatia?” I asked a friend recently who said she is planning a trip to Portugal this fall.

It was a bold alternative and an itinerary zigzag, but one I wanted to suggest after vacationing in both countries. Croatia has all the advantages that Portugal (and Spain and Italy as well) boasts: coastline, cuisine and viticulture. Plus there’s amazing history, jet-setting locations, regional festivals and island-hopping to boot.

I spent a week exploring the central Dalmatia coast earlier this year on a travel invite from the Croatian National Tourist Board. It was my second visit to the country. The first was about a decade ago on a family trip with two teenagers and my husband. Tourism has changed significantly in the years between both trips — Croatia is much more popular today, especially with the cruise-ship clientele — but the country is still one of my top recommendations for a European destination. Here’s a look at the land.

History Lesson

A rainbow in Brela, Croatia, which is famous for its seashell-white pebble beach. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

First a bit of history about Croatia. Under Roman rule, the area was called Dalmatia until it became its own kingdom in 925. Over the centuries, it experienced a number of conquests, mergers and name changes, most recently becoming part of Yugoslavia in 1918 after the collapse of the Austria-Hungry alliance at the end of World War I.

After World War II, it continued to be part of socialist Yugoslavia, but in 1991, Croat forces that had declared independence from Yugoslavia fought against the Serb-controlled Yugoslav People’s Army and local Serb forces for secession in the Croatian War of Independence. As that war started, the adjacent lands of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Slovenia and Macedonia also seceded, effectively ending Yugoslavia as a nation. In 1995 (just three decades ago), Croatia emerged with its independence and defined
borders, but was heavily damaged economically and physically from the war.

Modern-day Croatia is considered part of the Balkan Peninsula and is comprised of four regions: Dalmatia is the largest and is along the coastline, but there’s also Croatia Proper, which includes the capital Zagreb, along with inland Slavonia and the most northwestern region of Istria. Despite the growing interest in the destination, there are no direct flights from the Twin Cities (yet). In fact, Visit Croatia reports that there’s only one direct flight to the entire country, and that’s out of New York. Most Minnesota flights into Zagreb or other popular sites, including Split and Dubrovnik, connect through Amsterdam.

A cat in Trogir, Croatia. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

On my first visit to Croatia, we started in Italy and drove the entire Adriatic Sea coastline, beginning in Venice with stops in Slovenia and the tiny 12-mile slice of Bosnia and Herzegovina called the Neum corridor, which touches the water north of Dubrovnik. Since that first visit, the Peljesac Bridge opened in 2022 to bypass Bosnia and quickly connect Split and Dubrovnik. Friends who visited Croatia last summer said they wanted to enjoy the entire coastline and took the bridge for scenic views, but I was excited to stop for a pizza lunch in Bosnia back in the day and add it to the countries I had visited (albeit for only a few hours).

Speaking of coastlines, one oddity about Croatia is its lack of a robust train service, which is a common way to explore other European countries. Some buses criss-cross the country, but most visitors choose to rent a car to explore the sights and sites at their leisure. For people not comfortable driving in foreign countries, the transportation limitations may be frustrating or expensive if they choose to hire a driver.

Another option is to explore by boat, which is what a different friend is planning to do this fall. She and her family are renting a catamaran for almost two weeks to sail the coast and visit Croatia’s islands, including Hvar, Brac and Korkula. Visitors arriving by cruise ship likely will have port calls in Split and Dubrovnik and will need to arrange a rental car or ride-share if they want to explore the country beyond the coastal areas.

Croatia was once an amazingly affordable country with its own currency, the kuna, as it slowly recovered from the war. During our first visit, we paid $28 for last-minute rooms on a boat hotel in Rijeka and less than $20 for private rooms in a family home advertised on a handmade sign near Split. Today, you’ll need more than good luck to find those alternative and cheap lodging options. Prices soared after Croatia started using the euro in 2023, a tourism official told me, making it difficult for some residents to maintain the standard of living they had finally established after the dissolution of Yugoslavia.

Still, short-term rentals and campgrounds supplement hotel chains for lodging options that range from budget to luxury-plus. During my visit this year, construction crews along the coast from Split to Brela were busy building apartment buildings and hotels as close as possible to the beaches and marinas.

Zagreb to Split

Croatia is a narrow country, approximately 3,500 miles long, which makes starting in the north and heading south along the Adriatic coastline – or reversing the order – a straightforward itinerary. But that doesn’t take into account the nearly 1,200 islands and reefs that dot the journey and make for ideal day trips on ferry rides or chartered boats.

Budget-friendly in-country flights can help save on travel time, too. The same friends who drove the country last summer decided to drop off their rental car in Dubrovnik and fly one-way back to Zagreb, amused to be on the same cramped flight with the exceptionally tall members of the Croatian men’s basketball team.

My suggested itinerary is to start in Zagreb. The metro area of about 1 million people feels modern and lively, despite its millennium-old history. The central square, called Ban Jelacic Square, is a popular hot spot with cafes and shops and monuments. The Museum of Broken Relationships is a quirky attraction for those who like oddities and Atlas Obscura spots, while the Zagreb Cathedral is worthy stop for travelers who like to visit the many, many European churches.

From Zagreb, make the three-hour drive to Plitvice Lakes National Park for some breathtaking scenery, amazing waterfalls and moderate hiking. The 115 square miles of park feature 16 cascading lakes that change in color from radiant turquoise to emerald
green to flat grey based on the mineral deposits within them. In some areas, the vibrant blue water is clear enough to see the lake bottom and the fish and vegetation living underneath the surface. We spent a full day exploring the park’s wooden walkways and designated hiking trails as well as taking a boat ride to view some of the tallest waterfalls. Be aware, however, this UNESCO World Heritage site (and Croatia in general) has been “discovered” and is very crowded throughout the year.

Overtourism throughout Croatia was the focus of several news stories earlier this year and the Croatian National Tourist Board reported record-breaking tourism numbers in 2024 with over 21.3 million arrivals and 108.7 million overnight stays. Visiting during the off-season is an option, although I found several shops, restaurants and hotels are closed then.

Split and Surroundings

Diocletian’s Palace in Split, Croatia. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

From Plitvice, travelers can head west to Zadar, the oldest continuously inhabited city in Croatia and often overlooked as a destination, or southwest to Split, the second most populous, like we did. Both are on the Adriatic Sea. Split is a must-visit for all itineraries in Croatia. Skipping it would be like going to France but bypassing Paris.

Although Split was originally founded by the Greeks nearly 2,500 years ago, it’s the Roman ruins that Emperor Diocletian built in the 4th century as his retirement palace that dominate the city’s Old Town region. The attraction is called Diocletian’s Palace and it’s a sprawling maze of streets enclosed by stone walls and massive gates across several city blocks. Inside, the fortress is packed with fascinating cellars, churches, alcoves and open-air architecture. The UNESCO World Heritage site (yes, yet another one) offers shops, attractions, restaurants and history – with residents still living full-time inside the motor-free fortress.

The best way to explore the palace is to hire a guide who can explain the history and the mysterious back alleys and hidden gems. Plan on at least four hours of walking, with time to stop for a meal or shopping. You can explore some areas for free on your own, but on my multiple visits, I found that paying for entry to the private areas offered more insight. We made sure to take photos of the halls where episodes of “Game of Thrones” were filmed and marveled at how advanced the construction of the palace was for that era. Grab a fresh seafood dinner, a glass of Croatian wine or an indulgent gelato inside the palace walls or outside along the Riva,
or waterfront promenade.

The carved door at Trogir Cathedral in Croatia. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

Atlas Obscura fans should be sure to rub the big toe of the Gregory of Nin statue and don’t miss Froggyland, a quirky yet fascinating museum dedicated to taxidermied frogs in 21 different dioramas. It’s small, but remarkably detailed, with hundreds of stuffed frogs arranged in various daily-life activities. My favorites were a circus scene and a courtroom trial.

Split makes for an excellent home base for day trips, and we took several this spring. A quick 30-minute drive to the north is Trogir and its historic walled city center that feels a bit like Diocletian’s Palace on a smaller scale. We spent a few hours exploring the winding stone streets, as well as the Cathedral of St. Lawrence and its famous intricately carved door finished in 1240 by Croatian architect and sculptor Master Rodovan and his apprentices.

A different day, we traveled an hour south for an overnight stay in the tiny town of Brela, famous for a seashell-white pebble beach, local lavender farms and the Biokovo Mountain Nature Park. We ate dinner at Konoba Feral (it was so good we returned a second night) and admired the creative cuisine, including the shrimp black risotto, daily fresh catch and panna cotta dessert.

Later, we drove from Brela about an hour to inland Sinj, a tiny gem of a town immensely proud of its history. More than 300 years ago in 1715, the townspeople stopped an advancing Ottoman Empire in an underdog battle. To commemorate, the town holds a knights’ tournament called Sinjska Alka that attracts people from across Europe every first Sunday of August. A modern, interactive (and thankfully air-conditioned) museum in the heart of the town educates visitors about the original battle and the annual equestrian festival with a 20-minute film, full-size armored soldiers on horseback and rooms upon rooms of costumes and weapons. Sinj struck me as one of those places famous for one large community event — like Pamplona and its running of the bulls. It is also easy to overlook because it’s not on the cruise-ship circuit or along the main highway.

Another location worth the drive but not on most itineraries is Imotski, on the other side of Biokovo Mountain from Brela. Here, we hiked around the Blue and Red Lakes (technically sinkholes), both aptly named for their topography. The Blue Lake was a
striking, shimmering turquoise blue while the Red Lake is named for the steep red cliffs surrounding it and not for the color of the water deep inside.

Destination Dubrovnik

The Blue Lake in Imotski, Croatia. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

Finally, the southern-most must-see along Croatia’s Adriatic Sea coast is the city of Dubrovnik. “Game of Thrones” fans will instantly recognize those medieval city walls, which we walked along one hot summer day on my first visit to the country. As the setting for “GoT”’s King’s Landing, Dubrovnik offers Instagramable stops at every turn.

When we visited, the city was starting to become popular, but not so overcrowded that it was difficult to navigate. We stayed several nights outside the gates of Old Town and knew to avoid the main sites along the stradun — or main pedestrian street — during the day when the cruise ships docked.

Instead, we took the cable car to the top of Srd Hill for a panoramic view one afternoon and lounged on the beach outside those medieval walls another day. Then we returned to the Old Town at dusk to discover a memorable pizza with a fried egg on top at Pizzeria Mirakul followed by a visit to the famous Buza Bar precariously stacked along the outer wall right above the sea.

The coastline in Dubrovnik, Croatia. (Aleksandar Gospic / Courtesy of the Croatian National Tourist Board)

Croatia is also famous for its island hopping, which, unfortunately, I haven’t yet experienced. We were scheduled to take the ferry from Markarska to Brac Island this spring, but the winds were too strong for safe ferry passage. I was a bit worried about
getting seasick on the ferry, so was a bit relieved to explore Markarska instead. Korčula and Hvar Island are two of the most popular destinations with ferry rides from both Dubrovnik and Split. Korčula also is a medieval walled city and known as the birthplace of Marco Polo, while Hvar has wineries, beaches and upscale dining and shopping.

I’m not sure yet if I convinced my friend to alter her plans and visit Croatia instead of Portugal this fall but I was able to offer some suggestions to the friend renting the catamaran. She messaged me this spring after seeing some of my social media posts
from Croatia and we met for dinner to discuss. I’m confident she’ll find Croatia as charming as I do.

Wines of Croatia

The author holds a glass of wine in the Kastel Sikuli vineyard in the Rudine region near Split, Croatia. (Courtesy of Amy Nelson)

Many parts of Europe are known for their award-winning wines, particularly France, Italy and Spain. But few may know the role a Croatian played in putting California wines on the map and his impact in his home country’s viticulture. Miljenko “Mike” Grgich is a national hero known for escaping his poor upbringing as the son of winemaker in Croatia by eventually landing in Napa Valley, California, where he created the 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. That varietal shocked the world when it won the Judgment of Paris blind tasting in 1976. The 2008 movie “Bottle Shock” is a fictionalized comedy of the event that stars Alan Rickman and Chris Pine but fails to credit Grgich’s contributions. Grgich ran Grgich Hills Estate in California until 2018 and
died in his sleep at age 100 in 2023.

As part of my hosted trip to Croatia this spring, I was invited to attend the Dalmatian Wine Festival in Split to learn about the various wineries operating in the region. Grgich was a native of Desne, in Dalmatia, and his name was cited often as inspiration. Pošip is the area’s take on Chardonnay, while Plavac Mali is a popular red varietal. I sampled nearly 50 types and labels over the two-day festival and was also treated to samplings at the Hvar Hills and Markus tasting rooms in Split and a gourmet lunch with wine pairings one afternoon at Kastel Sikuli vineyard outside of Split. Although most Croatian wines aren’t yet distributed in the United States, some Twin Cities restaurants are starting to add these labels to their menus. Or do as my friend is planning this fall and schedule a day of wine tastings and vineyard visits as part of a trip to Croatia.



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Preparing to Leave Paris

After finishing up a crazy week of a wedding (честитам Јована!) and seeing tons of family, I am finally prepped for the GR21! I had so much fun with my family, but the logistics of a wedding can always be slightly nerve wracking. The group of us who flew in had an extremely limited understanding of french which made it hard to get to know the groom’s family, but we made due!

Once we came back to Paris, I, along with my mom and siblings, went to Versailles for the day. Super cool, albeit very crowded for those who might be into thru hiking. After that, we came back to Paris and I went grocery shopping. I love finding hiking food in countries I have never hiked in because 1) I have a nut allergy, which usually makes it an insane puzzle to find good, lightweight protein and, in general, calorically dense energy sources 2) all the distributors are different, so sometimes the hiking diet is simply completely different than the states would be. I ended up buying some bag meals and apples for familiar foods, but then also purchased these little cured meat bites. They are certainly interesting in taste, but they are really salty which I hope will help with electrolyte balance and they seem like a great source of protein that I can carry unrefrigerated.

Packing made me realize I may have bought too much food for my trip. The GR21 passes through many small villages and even cities, so I was planning to stop for a meal/drink at least once a day to charge my phone/battery pack and plan the rest of the day. So I could very well be left with extra food by the end of the trail. Thankfully I will be moving onto a trail after this, so I can just carry it over! (Thinking now about having to eat all the cured meat bites, because I have no idea if I can bring them into the UK on a flight…)

Heading Out

I plan to hike the GR21 from East to West. That means I’ll be stopping in Le Treport to find the Eastern terminus and begin my hike. I’m definitely feeling the nerves set in, but for a more introverted person like myself, the difficulty of simply walking, camping, and cooking bagged dinners is far less stressful than meeting a swarm of people for the first time and not being able to speak with them. I certainly wouldn’t say I lie in the camp of the extremely introverted, I just lean that way. So speaking with one or two people at a time actually feels really nice, but a crowd always drains me. So as much as a wedding is fun, exciting, and comfortable in terms of the amenities provided, I’m very excited to get on the trail and finally relax. (I definitely think there will be some who agree, but many who will disagree that time on trail is ‘relaxing’)

There’s a poem called Rabbitbrush by Molly McCully Brown (which you should absolutely go read) that reads: “I should be afraid / to be so unprepared: heardless / human.” It’s been one of my favorite poems for a while now. All us heardless humans walking trails across the planet should feel afraid. But the most beautiful thing is that through overcoming that we build heards on trails in tramlies, or stumble upon hiking partners, or exchange stories with the others in a hut or at a coffee shop in town. I may have not thru hikes before, but I have been on plenty of backpacking trips and hikes where I have joined or helped make a transient heard that passes through nature, onto our next adventure. A cycle of becoming heardless and finding a heard to build the richness of connection in our lives. I’m excited once again to become heardless and find a heard again, and again, and again.

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