[Me at the top of Bear Mountain, in Connecticut, July 17, 2009]
Massachusetts greeted me with an unending buffet of my least favorite hiking ground: The steep, slippery rock which must be descended:
After that I summitted Race Mountain [elev. 2,365 ft] and Mt. Everett [2,602 ft]. It was the first day perhaps of my whole trip to that point where the trail felt mountainous. Mt. Everett boasted a 360 degree view because of the low vegetation:
After a wet 14.1 mile hike I slept in The Hemlocks lean-to [New England way of saying "shelter"]. I got there late, at about 8 p.m., and everybody was in bed with the lights out while I ate dinner [tortilla + pepperoni + cheese + sun dried tomatoes] and read the trail register on my top bunk. Normally lights out is at about 9 p.m., but it was all good.
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