I follow the path to the pond.
I take one look at the dock and know that it’s finally time. It’s been 1550 miles, and I’ve finally found the place.
Upper Goose Pond Cabin.
Its time for my first zero (no hiking day) on the trail.
It gets better!
There is a rumor that you can borrow a canoe and get pizza! I share the legend of the canoe trip pizza with some south-bounders at dinner. They all stay for a zero as well. Canoe pizza adventure? It’s on!!
The next day, we slip into life jackets and paddle west. A couple hours later, we return to the cabin with 3 pizzas and giant smiles.
I spend the rest of the day laying on the dock, swimming, and watching my fellow hikers catch fish. I don’t even worry about the miles anymore. It’s a wonderful feeling… I know that I’ll make it to Katahdin before the snow. I have time to relax.
Upper Goose Pond Cabin is one special place. Massachusetts has been a very healing state. Easy terrain, cool weather, and quiet cabins on ponds.
Everyday, I think to myself:
“This is the best day on the trail.”
I’ve realized that 10% of life is what happens to you. The other 90% is your reaction to it– your attitude. Honestly, this trail isn’t always fun.
Yesterday, I played a game with myself:
-1 point for every mosquito killed
-2 points if it creates a blood splat
-3 points if the blood splat is more than 1 inch
The trail has taught me to find joy in everything. It has taught me that discomfort is temporary.
She has taught me how to dance in the rain.
I gotta run. It’s cold and rainy, but I’ll be hitting the Vermont border crossing in a few hours (hopefully)…
I can’t wait to see what Vermont has to teach me. And who knows.. It might feel like home.