We have breakfast at 'Shaws', the other hiker lodge in town - where you can have 'all you can eat'. I stop at 2 eggs, 2 pancakes, 2 slices of bacon, 2 pieces of toast, and a scoop of hashbrowns. We strip down our packs still further so that we can 'float' through the 100 mile wilderness, and mail a package on to the post office at Millinocket, the town where we finish. We visit the general store to see what other food options there are in Monson. Not much but we get a few extra things. The store is full of old timers sitting around a wood heater drinking coffee - it is a trip back in time.
Rebecca drops us back at the trail about 9.00am. One mile into the trail and Digby realises that he has left his camera behind - he thinks in her car. He leaves his pack with me and Stickbuilt and he goes back to the road to call her on the phone. At the road "On the Loose" emerges from the trail and says she will organise to send the camera on to Millinocket. Then he sprints back to us waiting at the pond. So we have no camera, we lose an hour of walking time and we only manage 10 miles. Stickbuilt is having trouble coping with the roots - the trails down on the southern AT are much more civilised. Digby and I think to ourselves - 'roots? what roots? if you think this trail is bad wait until you......' but we don't say anything. He will discover these things for himself in time. As we did. Now we don't even see the roots - we glide over the roots like lean, mean walking machines focused on an end point which is only 7 days away.
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