Thursday, December 28, 2017

Manly Men and Lotion

It’s slightly chilly in Vacationland today. Stepping out into the crunch of snow at the peak of today’s heat brought me face to face with a wind chill of -10.



Nolan gave his assessment of today’s weather as he crossed the kitchen floor, rubbing his moisturized hands together. “Well it’s that time of year when men can still be manly and apply lotion to their hands.”


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Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Jim vs. Electronics

Jim is generally very talented when it comes to household fixes. Need another bedroom built? A new roof put on? Bathroom plumbing reoriented? (Although I must mention that 7 years later our bathroom is still not finished. Tilesetters bathrooms are never tiled....Tradesmen’s wives, you know the story.) Need a chair or table fixed? A water line to the refrigerator installed? A set of stairs built? Want to almost double the size of your house with an addition? Jim is your man. In our 21 years here on Ledgewood Drive he has accomplished all of this and more, but like all great superheroes he has a weakness.

Jim’s Kryptonite comes in the form of a plug. In the second year of our marriage a fax machine that Jim had been attempting to fix went crashing down the basement stairs. This was the genesis of a long line of appliances that would “meet their Maker” at the hands of my husband.

Yesterday the dispensing mechanism on our Keurig began to malfunction. I researched and tried the online advice from others that had encountered the same issue, but to no avail. It still took 7 minutes to brew a half a cup of coffee.

What happened next was predictable. The doomed appliance landed in the calloused hands of Jim. I verbalized my amusement. “I don’t want to discourage your attempt to fix this but we all know how these projects usually end.” With a chuckle, he admitted, “I cannot disagree with you.”


Nolan, who has patience with electronics, was helping this time so I did think that maybe this Keurig had a chance.
Alas, no.

After 10 minutes the crack of plastic heralded the announcement of my new coffee-maker. Twenty-four years of experience, I should have known.

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Monday, April 17, 2017

Telephone Pioneer Shelter to Morgan Stewart Shelter

We had another beautiful New York sunrise.




James Pray added a Maine Moxie can to the wind chime at Telephone Pioneer.




Emily Hodgdon's group met some slack-packing thruhikers from Our neck of the woods (Damariscotta).

Isaac St. Ours added some "dead things" to his carved walking stick. He then found a fishing lure up a tree at Nuclear Lake and added that as well.




After 7.6 miles of hiking we arrived at Morgan Stewart Shelter where a sunken fire pit awaited a warming fire and Stephanie Jones charcoal drawings.










Firefighter James Pray was called away from the fire to respond to Brooke Keach's emergency of an outhouse locked from the inside. Sirens WERE used.




Night falls on our mountain.



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Wiley Shelter to Telephone Pioneer Shelter

We awoke to a beautiful Resurrection Sunday sunrise yesterday.




The only pre-trail noteworthy item was Jen Keach losing half her tooth while eating breakfast. The hike was 8.8 miles in 80 degree heat. Everyone progressed well throughout most of the trail which was diverse in its elements. Puncheon was plentiful. Crossing cow pastures included the traversing of stiles. I was unable to accomplish this gracefully.







Heading out ahead of the pack into the fields, Peg and I held the lead for five minutes. We took a selfie to commemorate the monumental moment.



The day also included boardwalk through the swamp (with Maine and Georgia Adirondack chairs) and the gradual ups and downs of a ridge walk.



Then came the last two miles, which sapped all energy. It was hot. We were tired. It was a hill. The boys, who arrived at Telephone Pioneer before us, gave blessed relief by coming back and carrying our packs for the last 1/2 mile.
We were all in bed by eight and I was too tired to blog. Today will only be in the 50's and 1 mile shorter.

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Winding up to Wiley


The brevity of today's hike allowed for a quick side trip up the road from the trailhead to Bull's Bridge, built in 1842. -








We spent a few minutes of the trail in CT before crossing into NY, where we will spent the duration of the hike. This is the same part of the trail that I hiked on my first trip about 7 years ago and it will be interesting to see how my endurance compares to that year. I felt like I did much better today than on that first day years ago. The lungs burned much less. I've enjoyed seeing landmarks that are familiar and remembering the memories associated with people no longer doing the hike. I particularly miss my fellow Turtle, Liz Brown! New memories are made each year, however and it's a good crew.






It was lovely to only have a two mile hike this first day up to Wiley Shelter, getting tents set up leisurely and having the entire evening to relax. Wiley even has a lending library!





Tomorrow will be a long, hot 9 miles, so I lay my head down to rest amid the light spattering of rain on my tent.

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Bacon Binge




Our morning has consisted of carpooling to Connecticut for one last civilized meal and indoor plumbing use until Wednesday. I'm missing Nolan, who sprained his ankle on Sunday, forfeiting the hike. This has left me with only my most favored "son" Isaac, who proudly declared at the breakfast buffet, "I have consumed enough bacon so that they have not made a profit off of me."



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