Tony Angel
Hello everyone! I have finally reached Monson, Maine at the end of the “Hundred Mile Wilderness.” Hooray! I won’t pretend bravado here… the climb of Mt. Katadhin and the hundred miles was very tough. To make matters worse, I ran out of food three days before journey’s end. Two people helped me out with a little food; an older man from Canada as well as a guy named Chip. And as Cameron Williams previously wrote I lost the “blazes” on the way up to the Rainbow Ledges. I wandered south for 4 1/2 hours before realizing that I’d better turn around, head back north and try to find where I had started. I eventually wound up back at the Hurd Brook lean-to. From there I hiked back out, regrouped and started over from Abol bridge on June 15th which is the starting point of the 100 miles.
This journey has been tough so far. From getting lost to running out of food to unexpected physical challenges this early on, as well as leaky tents and a certain amount of bad energy.
I find some things unsettling at this point. Those heading south are going so fast, racking up miles as if this were a competition. Oh, the beauty that surrounds us. The incredible views, the mountains, the wildlife. About 10 days ago I saw a mink—the first one I have ever seen. I am taking my time, getting into trail shape and soaking up every bit of my surroundings, truly enjoying a spirit journey. Some days ago a rabbit ate cashews from my hand. I nearly had tears in my eyes at the simple beauty of this.
One reader asked where I am from. I am originally from the hills of southeastern Kentucky. The heart of Appalachia, simple folk. A proud, wonderful, giving people who work so hard yet have so little. I remember when we’d visit family back home how warm and friendly everyone was. Some relatives, we’d still have to use outhouses or chamber pots. I also remember the HUGE machinery used in strip mining. Blowing the tops off of mountains, polluting the streams, and NONE of my family or other locals even being hired to work for these companies. Despite being poor and oppressed these people would give you their last meal to help you out.
I apologize for being slow on blogging, however, I have had trouble with my solar charger. My phone has had a dead battery most of the time which is also why there are so few pictures. A guy called “Johnny Prophet” figured out my solar charger. Thanks John.
When I have been hiking I have allowed myself to stop to take in all the views even if after climbing a mountain I am aching and its a 250-foot side path to get to the view. I sat on top of White Cap Mountain for more than an hour. What’s the rush in getting to the next lean-to? I soaked up its beauty. I felt its power and pull from within. It was alive within me.
I have many people to mention and to thank.
Mary Poppiins. I climbed Mt. Katadhin with a “side of blessed socks.”
Marie. Thank you for the crystal. Roland blessed it as he put it into my hand. I will carry it the entire journey.
Tim Anderson. He owns the Monson General Store. He knew I needed some days recovery time and couldn’t afford to pay $25 a night for a bunk. So he is letting me camp on his property for free and he brought me a gallon of water last night. Thanks Tim.
Matt Anderson (Tim’s son). Matt picked me up as I was heading back to the trail. We had a long talk about everything including the environment, strip mining and native issues, poverty and of course, my blog. Matt is a great kid. I have included a photo of him. He led me to his father who in turn offered me the hospitality of which I spoke of previously.
Ken. He picked me up and gave me a ride the rest of the way to Monson. I was soaked and looked horrible. He also gave me 20 dollars to help pay for a bunk for a night.
I have met may wonderful people along the way. It would be impossible to list them all. I will mention a couple, though. Duke and Julie are a couple thru-hiking back home to Georgia. I hope to catch up to them at some point. And Mike (Hellbender). I like this guy. He doesn’t show false bravado, he knows his limitations. The hundred miles has kicked his butt (like me), but he keeps on going. He isn’t hiking hard, he’s hiking smart. Keep going Mike, I have faith in you.
I am taking a few days off. I need to rest, heal and recover. My left quad is still burning. I hope to blog one more time on Monday before I hit the trail again. I think my next blog post will be titled “Reflections.” Reflections of the past and reflections of the journey so far and reflections of the future that is possible if we all come together to make it happen. If you are reading this you are part of the spirit journey… I feel your souls helping to guide me along. I hope you will all tune in for that. Talk to you soon.
Tony Angel