At this moment I am hanging in my hammock, inside a shelter partway up Mt. Greylock, the highest peak in Massachusetts. We are in the midst of what is forecast to be a four-day long rainstorm. I suspect that all the other hikers have found motels and hostels to wait out the worst of it, so we have the shelter to ourselves. We spent last night in a motel in Dalton, MA, but as a popular trail aphorism goes, “no pain, no rain, no Maine.” And as if to buoy our sodden spirits, as we hiked down into Cheshire, MA this afternoon we met a gentleman hiker by the name “Battle Axe,” (his radio handle from the Vietnam War) who treated us to lunch at the local pub before we parted ways – he to a B&B and we to begin the ascent of Greylock. The generosity of strangers on the trail still surprises us and is a habit we hope to take with us when our journey is complete.
We were able to enjoy a few gorgeous days after leaving Salisbury, which produced a number of great photos:
Anne is posing in front of Mt. Everett. If you zoom in on the horizon over her shoulder you may be able to see saddle-shaped Mt. Greylock. A few minutes after this photo was taken we heard an incredible chorus of coyotes, which was fascinating but also chilling. Willett was hilariously perplexed by their carnival of crying barks.
We followed a gloriously mossy old stone wall in a verdant section of Massachusetts forest. It is always interesting to see these sorts of historical relics. We try to imagine when this land was someone’s farm and needed a wall.