• Hanover Food Coop, NH (1756.7) to Trescott Road (1706.6)
• 1148 feet ascent, 748 feet descent 

Today is a nero experiment. The Historian’s back hurts and he is still struggling with getting enough food to run his engine. With our Katahdin climb scheduled so soon, my my engine is running overtime. We decided to do errands in town and then The Historian will drop me off for a quick slack pack to pick up some of the disjointed bits and pieces we have not hiked in the gap between Hanover and Glencliff.

I missed this section in 1975 because The Historian had limited time for a visit with me. Either I could skip ahead to the start of the Whites, or he would have to miss the Presidentials. I decided to skip ahead for love. During the time we lived in Hanover in the 1990s, we day hiked some of the missing parts but not all of them. I am filling in the pieces now.

Morning Garden Patrol

We had another peaceful morning with our friends enjoying their multi-generational family life. One thing we particularly enjoyed is the early morning garden inspections. 

A few years ago we had a large raised bed garden spread out along a .15 mile meandering path. Each morning we would take our coffee and our dog out for a lap through the garden. We have since downsized and have a small garden but we still enjoy morning coffee inspection of the garden. 

Our friends have a large vegetable garden plot and multiple berry patches as well as flower gardens, fruit trees, and nut trees. Morning garden inspection made us think about our gardens past and future, and appreciate the slow and exciting process of food production. 

Town Chores

After breakfast we made a list of our town chores. We have all of our meals already; they arrived in our mailed resupply. We needed to add some protien bars, rasins, m and ms, chia seeds, and protien drink. We knew we could find the very things we wanted from the Hanover Food Coop. We also needed more bug spray, available from the outfitters nearby. 

The drive to town included passing over several bridges, two of them covered bridges. Even having lived in the area before, the novelty of covered bridges never wears off.

The light from inside the bridge is as much fun as seeing the bridge from the outside. 

Hanover Coop

The Coop store on the Appalachian Trail is a lot smaller than I remembered. There is a large, modern supermarket version but I wanted nostalgia so we went to the original store. 

The food selections were amazing, as always. It was hard not to over buy dramatically. We had some car days coming up so our over selection of food did not punish our backs. 

When we got to the checkout, they asked if we were members. Low and behold, we were still in the member records from 1996. 

A Snippet of Hiking

Town chores accomplished, we ate our Coop-acquired lunch in the car at the Dartmouth playing fields, literally parked on the Appalachian Trail.

After downing the last of my sparkling water, I tightened my shoe laces and took off. The Historian would drive to the next trail crossing and I would race to meet him, covering the short 4 miles as quickly as I could. 

This would fill in one of the gaps and allow me to advance to the next non-contiguous needed section tomorrow. 

New Terrain 

I scampered along as best I could. However, the trail character was very different from Virginia. When you walk from one geographical region to the next, the changes are noticeable but more gradual. Leapfrogging 700 miles was a surprise. 

My brain felt like it could move along but the surface under my feet was unfamiliar and my steps were less sure. Looking around, I was reassured by the vegetation and rocks. We love the northern mountains, in New England, and in Montana. I felt more at home than I had in a long time. 

Gradually, my feet grew accustomed to the terrain and I made good progress. 

Boggy Area

Virginia has swampy areas filled with water and rhododendron. New England has ponds and bogs. Today, smack in the middle of rocky, wooded uphill trail was a boggy section. Thankfully, the majority of the transit was accomplished by a bog bridge. Although it listed left and right as you passed over it, it did not sink or bob like the bog bridges of old.

In 1975, if present, bog bridges were half logs with the cut side up. They were slippery devils. Often they immediately sank when you stepped on them. Occasionally, when you stepped on one end, the other end sprang up like a teeter totter and down you would go. 

Mostly Uphill Hiking 

Most of the hike was uphill. I was good with that. Although the temperatures were warm, it was in the 80s with moderate humidity so it was a welcomed relief from the back-to-back Virginia heatwaves. 

The trail showed little evidence of use and I saw only one other hiker. I was surprised by that since it was a nice trail right outside of town. 

Wow, Glad it Wasn’t Me

As I pulled up the summit of Velvet Rocks, a SOBO who looked a little harried zoomed by me. I was somewhat surprised, as we were used to the “say hello and share trail names” routine with other thru hikers.

I called out, “Hello! Are you one of the rare, elusive SOBOs?” The hiker, who was by then past me, looked back at me and it was as if he was registering my presence for the first time. He acknowledged he was a SOBO and said he was hurrying to town. 

We shared a laugh about the intensity of town-drive. I encouraged him that he was close, and told him how to find the Coop and where all the cold drinks were in the store. He was appreciative. 

We passed on. Very soon I came to a long skid mark at the top of a 10 foot drop-off. I could only shake my head. The slide must have been heart-stopping. Save for a tree, he would have skidded off the cliff. No wonder he seemed a little fuzzy. 

Thankfully, the tree was there to stop him. Below the tree would have been a rough landing. The tree with the blaze in the photo below is the opposite side of the same tree with the skid mark. 

We all are guilty of dashing to town on occasion, but prudence is always in order. I won’t judge, maybe his shoes were worn out and he had new shoes waiting for him in town.

Velvet Rocks

I finally arrived at the aptly named Velvet Rocks. It is crazy that I never hiked here when I lived here. They are just a short distance from town and so pretty! 

Meeting My Trail Magician 

After passing the rocks, it was a short distance to where The Historian was waiting for me.

Just at the road crossing someone had thoughtfully left a small cooler of frozen water bottles for hikers. I looked in the cooler but didn’t take any since I was done for the day and had my very own trail magician waiting for me. 

I found  him sitting in a small parking lot attentively watching for my reappearance. It had been strange to hike without him, but it had been OK too. 

I knew he was supporting my hike from the car as much as if he was on the trail beside me. I was grateful he had time to rest his back and keep a little weight on.

Tomorrow we will go back on the trail together to complete the hike to Glencliff. It has been good to have the time off, zeros and neros, but I miss the trail. I look forward to getting back out there and the rhythms of being on the trail and sleeping where you end up each day.

I slept in! And in a big bed. The robot vacuum turned on around 11 pm last night, and I disorientedly scrambled to try and shut it off. We got picked up to get back on track just after 8 and were back on the Bear Mountain campus before 9. It was a late start, but we got into the groove pretty quickly.

Bear Mountain held a great view for us and restored my faith in this state. I hope I’m emerging from my funk, but it’s tough to say. I truly love it out here, but the heat and general exhaustion are bringing me down sometimes.

This stretch of trail has minimal water, and we’re going through somewhat of a drought. We took a blue blaze to a state park to fill from their bathroom sinks and have lunch. We both had the midday sleepies, so we took a small nap at the picnic table.

We crossed mile 800 today! We plan to be out of New York in a day and some change and to PA before the end of the month.

Eventually, we made it to Tiorati State Park. This was located a mile from our campsite, which did not have any water present. We filled our bottles, 2 L CNOC bags, and packed out sodas to have with dinner.

Tonight was our first official night without the stove. We cold-soaked ramen, and it was…. Good! It’s so hot out that I don’t want warm food anyhow. Just prep your dinner, set up camp, and then it’s ready for eating! I love ramen so much still. That and a spam single packet is an ideal dinner for me. Followed by a few scoops of Nutella, of course.

The following day was going to be a heat advisory. We didn’t have a ton of miles planned because the terrain was also pretty rocky, and our water sources were becoming more scarce.

I used my Seek App to identify some slime mold, and I’ll never ever forget about it. It’s called Dog Vomit Slime Mold. Crazy, insane name for anything. It’s so vibrant and cool looking.

The heat of the day was a struggle but manageable. I took it slow and had a few extra pack-off breaks than normal.

We got to a small waterfall and each took a dip. We only had about four miles to go til our evening destination, which was back to Nick’s friend’s house! We planned to meet them at Bellvale Creamery for ice cream, then ride home with them.

Neither of us wanted to sleep outside in 80-degree heat all night. This was a welcome break. We had London broil and potato salad, and regular salad with watermelon for dessert. Replenished our spirits. Their daughter, Juliana, is my new best friend. She’s such a happy baby and even let me hold her!

Sam and Matt dropped us back at the creamery around 6:30 am. The terrain today looked to be fairly easy, and we were excited! The NY/NJ border was only a handful of miles away. We started to cruise some miles until we got our last gifts from New York.

The whole state of New York felt like purgatory. After climbing up and down so many little pointless hills with little to no views and overgrowth tick heaven, we were ready to transcend beyond this place.

Just about as soon as we crossed over into New Jersey, we were gifted beautifully even terrain and well-maintained trails. It was a miracle. We were cruising at a 3 mph pace consistently for the first time since what felt like Massachusetts.

We made it up Wawayanda Mountain and got a glimpse of hazy, smoky views. Wildfires from Canada are happening again, it seems. There were tons of day hikers out. The famed Stairway to Heaven is what we got to walk down. It wasn’t bad at all.

We stopped at a hot dog and ice cream spot for some nourishment.

Our campsite for the night was at a shelter, and we were sure to find one with a bear box tonight. Well-adjusted bears are rampant in these parts, so we needed to secure our food!

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