Friday, June 9 – Zero Day
Oh, the joy of a zero day! A day to stop, rest and recover. We meet up down the street from my apartment at the Crumb Bum coffee shop to cheer Tara off at the start of a 357 mile bike race through northern New Hampshire and Maine. It’s once again drizzly and gray. As we cheer them down the road, we begin to ponder our plans. The weather doesn’t look promising if sun is what we are after. Do we head over to Maine? Does Pat bag it and head home? We agree to meet for lunch and mull over what-if and make a plan.
45 minutes later a text from Jen. They have a plan and are headed to Polly’s for breakfast. Want to join us? Over pancakes, which is always a good thing to decide things over, a decision is made to head to Vermont. Reading the weather angels, it sounds like the best chance for sun and safety is on the trail in Vermont and not the slippery rocks of New Hampshire.
I go home after stopping at the spring to get water, lie on the couch, ponder my notes on the trail, and finish reading a book on another hiker’s journey on the AT. Fall asleep.
Lots of laughter over dinner, yet another fabulous meal at Roger and Marsha’s. We are off tomorrow at 7 and headed to Hanover. We have a good plan for the first two days and we’ll see what happens after that.
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