Day 120 - Townshend State Park

Well, we stayed another night. I was pretty sure we would. Good timing, actually, because my motivation to get back on the trail would have been pretty darn low.

Slept great last night. Flat tent spot, warm inside; sweatshirt to cuddle against me, nothing to get up for in the morning. Didn’t get up til 9. Beautiful, sunny day.

Ate homemade bacon, egg, and cheese English muffin sandwiches for breakfast. Then Mary Ellen and I went on a short hike to the top of Bald Mountain, within the park. Tons of parents with young kids. They probably thought they were going on a nature walk. Wrong. This was actually a pretty tough hike -- and steep at the end. Nice without a pack, though.

We could see Stratton Mountain from the top, and it looked pretty darn intimidating. Came back down and washed my clothes in the shower (socks smelled no better than before they were bathed).

We all went to the beach by the pond near the dam (“the damn dam,” as Chuck would say). Really hot in the sun. Made a few phone calls, then we were off to find a supermarket for resupplying. Everyone got a kick out of watching us un-package everything, and put it all in Ziplocs or our food bags.

Longshanks and Craig

Blur and Kara

Had more steak tips for dinner, and Mary Ellen and I split a bottle of white zinfandel. Then we went off to hear a local give a presentation on covered bridges. Interesting at first, but painful after an hour and a half. Finally headed back to the site to get our fire going and make some s'mores. Went to bed around 11:30, and it felt like a Sunday night -- knowing I had to get up for “work” in the morning.