Entering the 100-Mile Wilderness
Our first river ford
Red and I at a waterfall that I forget the name of...
Maine's root and rock covered trails
Refilling my water
I know the tree was probably a sapling when the rock was perhaps moss and dirt covered, then grew long roots to the ground below, but I like to think it was just a tired old tree who wanted to sit down for a while.
This is where we met Thumper and Bambi. The older couple was from France, we saw them a few times, but could never communicate with them. Someone later told me they were feeling kind of lonely on the trail since they were around so many people, but couldn't talk to them. I wish I would have learned a few French phrases, they were very nice people.