An early climb of a 1000' followed by a steep descent. The last two miles is an old road and we pick up speed to head into town as fast as possible. Crossing a small creek I slip and fall on the slimy granite and hit my head hard on the rock. Blood everywhere, broken glasses, and a gash about 1cm long. I was so eager to get to town! Now I have a throbbing headache.
The trail reaches the road and in the car park there is a 'girl friend' dropping off her partner, an AT thru-hiker. She gives us a ride into Goreham. We stay at the motel, and do laundry and resupply. Walmart is 5 miles out of town and we have the phone number of Bruce, a trail angel who thru hiked in 1987, so we call him and he drives us out to Walmart and waits for us while we do the shopping. Amazing character, and then he didnt want to accept any money, but we insisted.
We eat dinner at the motel restaurant - Mexican. And lo and behold, lolling by the pool, Neutron, Sandbagger and Zan, having bypassed the Wild Cat Range.
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