An early start, and we are walking fast - its a town day! The trail is easier so we are practically running. We have to ford two rivers - this is the first time we have had to wade on the whole trail. Maine does not build bridges for hikers - you have to be tough. At the second river there is an icebox full of lemonade cans. We drink 2 each. Digby's shoes are torn across the front by a tree root.
We arrive at the road to Monson and call the lodge. Rebecca the owner is able to drive us to Greensville, 14 miles to the west where there is an outfitter so Digby can buy new boots. At Monson our hotel is 'Lake Shore House' with a pub and laundromat downstairs, with a lake lapping right at the building edge. Very picturesque and freezing. Stickbuilt is there waiting for us. We have dinner at the pub and try to do a resupply from the petrol station - we need 7 days food, and the choice is fairly limited.
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