We caught a glimpse of a distant mountain yesterday. It loomed over even the closest ridges even though it is all the way in New Hampshire. It is the beginning of the Whites.
Maine has been amazing, but the last miles and the first of New Hampshire might be the hardest yet to plan. I’m not sure what mileage I can ask of my body and how many pounds of food I should ask my back to carry. I’m heading out to Baldpate and Mahoosuc before the Whites anyway, so I’ll get there when I get there.