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Aug
27 , 1983 Saturday (308.8 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
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today in Gorham, NH seven or eight miles up the trail to the road
crossing, and then a few miles into town via Route 2.
Leaving Imp Shelter, I climbed steeply to the summit of Mt. Moriah
while bits of the song kept entering my consciousness. No matter
how hard I tried, I could not get the song out of my head as I hiked
along…."And they call the wind Moriah." Dipping down
and then back up to Middle Moriah Mountain, I began the descent
to the road along the Rattle River Trail beside Rattle Brook. The
miles flew by quickly as it was mostly gradual downhill and easy
hiking. I flew by Rattle River Shelter and waved to its' occupants
as I went by. At Route 2, the road to Gorham, I found another hiker
hitching to Gorham. Now there were two attempting to hitch. That
makes life more difficult. We eventually resorted to waving down
a van using a pleading "why not?" gesture and were loaded
up for the trip to Gorham. The lady was quite interested in Appalachian
Trail hikes and was on her way to Wisconsin to spend a few days
on a remote island.
Gorham is 3.6 miles off the trail, one of the longest hitches I
have made to reach a post office. But there was more in this town
than just a post office, but the Post office was the first stop.
Once the mailing was accomplished, I set out to find the home with
the garage loft set up to provide hikers a place to stay. The garage
was located right along the main drag. I claimed a spot on the floor
and took inventory before heading to the store for supplies. I treated
myself to a chocolate shake and more at the local MacDonalds. Gorham
was full of restaurants catering to the throngs of tourists that
pass through to visit the White Mountains. A good reason for hikers
to stop as well.
There were many thru-hikers congregated at the town, resting a few
days before going for the last push out of New Hampshire and into
the last remaining state: Maine. I found Cathy and Ron again, Nick,
"the Mill Hunkey", Harry Train (ex-admiral of the Pacific
or Atlantic fleet), and Pauline. Later Roger Brickner came in looking
for Mike Patch. Ray and Lysle, and James the taxi driver were there
too. A BIG crowd! Maximus and "Lan A.T. Hiker" had gone
on before I arrived.
Late that afternoon I had a delicious Italian lasagna meal at a
nice restaurant before buying some ice cream to take back and share
with everyone else. I found giving the ice cream away to be unusually
difficult, I guess everyone had been there too long and ate too
much. I eventually got rid of it, but felt badly about having had
so much trouble giving something away that usually people feel lucky
to get. Civilization can soften a person. Later I discovered 50¢
hamburgers and ate once more.
Gonzo!
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983
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