September 25, 2008
This is a 5-month long series of blog posts that are the entries in my journals written on most evenings as I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 1993. The journal entry appears first — indented — and then any additional commentary from my 15-years-removed perspective follows.
9/25/93 – Sat.
I saw my first moose today. It was a medium-sized bull, so nothing special, but a moose nevertheless.
I’ve got to pass on to Mom and Dad about the Harrisons. Tim Harrison worked at an insurance company in Boston until 8 years ago, when they moved out here and started running the camp near Pierce Pond. The place is beautiful.
The Pierce Pond Shelter, where I’m staying, is one of the older shelters. It’s right on the lake, though, and we’ve already seen loons. There’s also a couple ohere from Boston, Bob & Rita Anderson. They’re pretty neat — have a son in med. school and a daughter who’s a junior at Colby College.
By the way, the flip-floppers last night were named “Son of Billy Goat” (Tony), and “Random Vine” (P.J.). I forgot to jot that tidbit down.
I’ve made it since Rangeley with very little (virtually no) rain, but Bob said it’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so I may get to try out my rain gear a la garbage bags yet.
I ran into an MATC trail crew that was relocating a couple of short sections of trail today. That was nice. They do one of the best jobs of any ATC club I have seen. I had a pretty nice talk with a couple of them.
Okay, so once again no deep thoughts. I’m kind of hoping to wind this whole journal down in the wilderness with a looking back on what I have learned and gained on the A.T., but I think it would be a bit premature to start now.