Day 119: Inn at Long Trail to The Lookout Farm Cabin

July 11, 2013

Today’s mileage: 15.4
Total mileage: 1714.9

As a part of our hiker rate at the inn, we got to eat a big breakfast before hitting the trail. I ate a few delicious blueberry pancakes, bacon, orange juice, and hot chocolate and Miles chose the French toast, bacon, fruit, and milk combo. We were fueled up and ready to go. We enjoyed our short stay there and everyone who worked there was really nice.

We had a hard time hitching a ride down to the deli and marketplace where we planned to resupply. Luckily, the local bus pulled over and the driver gave us a ride down the hill, free of charge. Cleveland and Push-up were on the bus when we got in, coming back to the trail from Rutland. We hadn’t seen Push-up since Damascus, so it was cool to see him again since we thought we may never see him again. We packed out sandwiches from the deli for lunch, packed up our food bags, and headed back to the trail. As we walked down the side trail that took us back to the AT, I saw a bear run across the trail about 30 feet in front of us! Even though Miles was ahead of me, he was looking down and missed the split second glance of the bear. It was the first bear I had seen since Pennsylvania. My guess is that the dogs that we came across not long after, had scared it off.

Not long into our hike, we stopped at Thundering Falls and talked to a family from Ontario. As they left, the gave us a bag of cherries to take with us. We certainly don’t eat enough fruit out here, so we were thankful for their generosity. We had a steep climb up Quimby Mountain that really made us aware of how tired we were. It’s been ten days since our last zero, so I think our bodies are ready for a rest. Luckily, the humidity was lower and we had a break from the rain today. We made it up the mountain and down to the shelter for a lunch break. There was a group of seven hikers at the shelter when we arrived, a scene we haven’t since the south. After we arrived, four more hikers came in to join. Most of them were section hikers, but thru-hikers Cleveland, Push-up, Minnesota Pete, Rabbit, and Lucky Strike were there as well. That’s a lot of thru-hikers in one place for this far north! We enjoyed catching up and reminiscing about the beginning of our hike. Lucky Strike told us that he got struck by lightning on Tinker Cliffs in Virginia. How crazy is that?! He said it took him down and cramped every muscle in his body. His hands were stuck in a cramped position for a few hours before he could move them again. This didn’t help my thunderstorm anxiety whatsoever.

We got a late morning start, so we knew that we would get into camp late. We decided to check out The Lookout, which was a little off trail. On top of the mountain, we found an enclosed cabin with a covered deck and a ladder up to the roof. Everybody was hanging out here when we arrived and deciding whether to push on or not. There wasn’t a water source up here, so we were originally going to push on. But, in the end we decided to call it a day and stay the night here with Minnesota Pete and Rabbit. We definitely made the right choice. I finished my sandwich for dinner and we made do with the water that we had left. We set up our sleeping pads in the loft and brought in the newly built bench to sit on while we talked downstairs.

As sunset approached, we all climbed up to the roof deck where we had one of the most beautiful views of our entire hike so far. As the sun set, we had a view of Killington and Pico to the south, the Long Trail to the north, and the White Mountains to the east. The sun disappeared behind the mountains and the colors in the sky went wild. Deep oranges, vivid pinks and purples, and scorching reds filled the sky in the west. It was a scene we hadn’t seen in so long. It was a perfect night as we admired the beauty of the Appalachian Trail: what we had conquered and what was yet to come.

I’m finally feeling myself make a complete turnaround from our worst moments in southern New England. I feel like the old Lindsey again; the thru-hiker who found the good in every day, no matter what happened. The thru-hiker who slowed down, took the side trails to a view, and decided to cut the day short to soak in a beautiful sunset. With less than 500 miles to go, the Whites on the horizon, and Maine in the distance, I feel fully rejuvenated and ready to enjoy every last second of our thru-hike.

8 thoughts on “Day 119: Inn at Long Trail to The Lookout Farm Cabin

  1. Sitting in my office, reading your blog, the yearning for hiking my next section on the AT is growing and growing and growing…
    Enjoy your last miles on this extraordinary trail.

  2. Such a healthy attitude as you approach the last lap; enjoy the view and savor the remaining days on the trail.

  3. Grampy and I never doubted your mental courage. We’re grateful you haven’t had any serious injuries that made you get off the trail. Lucky Strike’s lightening strike was pretty scary. How prophetic was that name choice!!! I enjoy thunder and lightening when I’m indoors, but I’m with you Lindsey when I’m outside and vulnerable.

    Miles, thinking about the area you are approaching has brought up some happy memories for your grandfather. He asked me to share this with you:

    “In February, 1940, four housemates from MIT and I drove up to the Sunday River to spend our midterm break skiing. A beautiful but unheated summer house owned by one the fraternity brother’s parents was our free lodging and a frigid semi indoor outhouse was our comfort station. A fireplace in the living room and a wood stove in the kitchen were the only sources of heat against the zero weather outside. It was my job to get up first in the morning to start the fires and the breakfast. We slept two to a bed and, under the circumstances, thought nothing of it. We didn’t want to freeze to death in our sleep.

    Our adventure started with driving over to Pinkham Notch Hostel on Mount Washington, a great place for hikers with lots of bunks and a big cheerful dining room. We climbed up the fire trail packed with hard snow _ Snow off the trail was five feet deep.) to the base of Tuckerman’s Ravine, a huge bowl covered with deep snow, impossible to ski in winter because of avalanche danger but open to daredevils to climb to the top and ski down in the spring. We looked up at the 90 degree vertical drop and shuddered. We took a lunch break at the warming hut. McKinley, the most undaunted of us carried our heavy thermos jug of hot soup and we bought candy bars and other trail food at the hut.

    We skied back to Pinkham Notch on the Sherbourne Trail, one of the oldest downhill ski trails in New Hampshire, a manageable run with wide turns and fresh snow. We careened down glad to make it in one piece, tired but ready to sit around our woodstove telling tales about conquering Mount Washington.”


    Love to you both, Grandma Sharon

  4. So happy for you! I am looking forward to hearing about the rest of your adventure! enjoy the rest of the trail!!!

  5. This was an absolutely uplifting read; so happy to hear that things are normalizing after a rough stretch!

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