The Hunt Trail leaves the camp ground an crosses over Kathadin Stream.
The boys soon got ahead of me as I stopped too often to look at the campground birds: Blue-headed Vireo, Least Flycather, Ovenbird, Myrtle Yellowrump, Magnolia Warbler, & Winter Wren. A hiker will sign in using his/her trail name. Also, at the camping shelters, or in the privys there is usually a journal that hikers use to journal notes to one another. Only a few people saw me do it but the legend went ahead of me by word of mouth. I heard in town 3x that Birdy (Me!) was picking up trash on the trail. NOBOs and SOBOs ask after each other all the time. People use their trail names to keep up with one another. Some of the hikers I've met go by the following trail names: Weatherman (the musican guy from Colorado), Birdwoman (from Pennsylvania), Pony (a teacher from California), Wreckless (#7 to finish NOBO 2010), AppleSeed and Branch (the most popular NOBo couple on the AT), Planner and Pilgrim (wife plans: planner, husband: needs the pilgrimage), and Von Frick (a chemistry teacher). Sometimes hikers name themselves, or are named by other hikers. I quickly noticed that he smelled really bad but I decided to stay in my seat after realizing that I'd no doubt smell that bad in about a week.Ī trail name is a descriptive name that hikers take for themselves. I had taken a seat behind a guy with a big backpack. Je had a beautiful deep voice and I was sorry when he finished.
And interrupted the song with his own little improvised song about the bus route, about being a little behind schedule, and how he intended to make up the lost time. As the bus took off he played, "1000 MIles To GO," by Johnny Cash. He directed the gathering crowd where the luggage was to be stowed in the belly of the bus and then went to the door to take tickets. The driver was wearing a big cowboy hat and had an easy manner about him.
#Birdy shelter notea full#
He was a tall, clean cut man with a fist full of turquoise rings and a gold chain around his neck. After a few hours of waiting my bus pulled in. From Bangor Airport I hiked to the Cyr Bus Station and purchased a ticket north to the town of Medway. At the luggage pickup in Bangor I felt great relief to see my big box,which was taped up the night before by Jonathan, bobbing down the belt. Flew from Chicago to Bangor with, a stop over in Philadephia on Monday, June 21st.
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