We leave the motel early and have a steep climb to the Vermont border. It's very exciting to be crossing into a new state.
The track is very boggy and the water is flowing down the track - it reminded me of Tasmania.The trail follows a major river for several miles.
The night at this shelter becomes part of the trail folklore. A young predatory weekend hiker tries to pick up 'Boss' who turns her down, but Xan accepts her offer and moves into her tent. The campsite is crowded - all the campers get to listen to the giggling, and the talking goes on into the night. Nobody gets much sleep, and I feel cranky. On the trail that morning, every body debriefs - everybody is pissed off.
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