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North Brother, Nujmber 67, the End and the Beginning.

It’s all too quiet in my world these days which of course means it’s time for me to shake things up a little. The week prior to this hike saw my world above 4000 Feet take point. Nothing was going to prevent me from completing this leg of the journey. I had worked hard for it. My approach to the New England 67 seemed to mirror my approach to life, when I really want something, I focus and I work hard to attain it. And I never forget the people that got me there. Another marathon to Baxter State Park was under way. Six hours to drive and think about the past 10 months and really the past 2 months that I really focused on the Maine Peaks. Driving down 101, I asked for a little trail magic… I got a beautiful moon to guide me to my destination. The first tollbooth lady bestowed her final weekly blessing on me and I thanked her.Under the cover of darkness, I kept driving through doubt with only music to keep me company, to Baxter, and to The Brothers. My destination, North Brother. My numb…

Maine and Vermont In Contrast.

When I began climbing, it was a way for me to meet people and a way for me to make a connection and conquer my shyness as well as keep myself mentally and physically healthy. Having moved around a lot and considering the amount of time I had spent with my head buried in the books for a career and how life just seemed to pass me by, getting myself out there was a BIG DEAL. Also, having been sick for quite some time, it was also amazing that I was able to almost beat my disease. However during the next 19 peaks for the NE67, I hiked them solo or with my dog Isis and this has made the 67 a completely different experience for me. The deepest connection has been the one that I made with myself. I finally met me on the trails. For quite some time, I had been relying on others to carry me both physically and emotionally and while solo on the trails, I had no one to rely on except myself. Needless to say, I got pretty well acquainted with who I am again and while I may not always like the way…

Mt. Abraham #66... Listen and be still.

I do a crazy amount of active listening during my week below 4000Ft. and in going through this past week, I was left wondering if I’d make it above tree line or implode from dealing with life below 4000ft. I wondered, would the water crossing be low enough? I just wondered...Saturday morning, I woke up after an amusing dream of a seasoned hiker in Ugg Boots on the trail with me, smiled and hit the road. There was no way I was going to let uncertainty and 4 lousy points (an ego blow) keep be from this peak. Number 66 of 67. A head full of thoughts and Isis and I are on the road to Kinfield ME. It’s quiet and I’m able to breathe again. I find it amusing that the toll takers now know who I am and Isis benefits in treats. There was only one thing that mattered today… Mt. Abraham. Number 66.

We got to the trail head and noticed that we were not alone. This might be a good thing considering how remote Maine can be. The guy’s name was Dave from Rhode Island and as it turns out, he was headin…

A Good Time on Redington in the Rain.

We all have things that we avoid… Responsibility, emotions, situations. It’s only a matter of time before things catch up to us. If only for a day, I can head into the woods and just… Be. This morning, the alarm went off at 2am (I had woken up at 1am and was laying there) and my ultimate destination was back to Caribou Valley Road in the Carrabassett Valley of Maine. I was going to attempt Mt. Redington. A trail less hike through a maze of logging roads and heard paths and I was going solo with Isis. A week’s worth of research and after some discussion with myself, I was underway. The ride up was mostly quiet and subdued. As the sun came up, I realized that it was going to be a very wet day. A great day for a bucket hat. I also knew that I would have friends in the area today. I had hoped to run into them.
Isis and I get going after a few fits and stops concerning life below 4 thousand feet. Once that was neatly tucked back into avoidance, we were heading down the CRV. I stopped briefl…