I look ahead and set up a meeting point with my dad 4.7 miles up the trail in two hours, which should be reasonable considering that I am ridge walking this morning.
The trail meanders up, down, and around large rocks in a burned out hardwood forest. I pass a couple views, but the haze is thick this morning. At 6 a.m. it's already 75°F, and today promises to be hot, with a solid chance of thunderstorms this afternoon, so I plan on making as many miles as I can this morning.
Two miles into my hike, I pass the Thomas Leonard Shelter and can hear the chatter of people packing up for the day. I'm glad i didn't try to push here last night in the dark. The hike here wasn't bad in the light of day, but it could be treacherous at night.
From here the trail becomes mature hemlock woods once again, and the descent is quite easy for the next mile and a half. I pass by a beautiful rocky gorge with lots of moss covering the rocks, and ferns everywhere.
Less than an hour later I cross two roads and see my dad parked in a parking area beside Massachusetts Route 23. I get up to the car and drop my pack on the ground. He hands me a Mcdonald's breakfast sandwich and leftover teriyaki chicken and broccoli from the day before, and I eat both greedily. I empty my pack of everything I won't need today, fill my water bladder to the brim, and grab food for the day plus a Powerade for good measure. 30 minutes after arriving I am back on the trail heading north.
The temperature Is getting quite hot and muggy, and with no breeze, and temps of the 80s with this humidity, I am dripping with sweat. i keep wondering when this hot weather will break. But I would rather deal with heat than rain or cold.
The trail rises steeply for 500 feet And then levels out at it travels around Benedict Pond, a shallow man-made lake that has a walking trail around the perimeter.
I cross a lot of bog bridges through this section. I can't imagine how wet and mucky this area must be after rain.
Leaving the pond, the trail climbs through a forest of beautiful hardwoods with lots of waist-high ferns carpeting the understory. The birds are chirping lazily and I pass a few day hikers with small backpacks, out for a stroll around the lake.
My hike is on the ridge top for the next four miles. There are few things to see up here except for the pond below, but it's still pretty.
I pass the two Wilcox Shelters - two separate shelters a couple miles apart - and I'm pleased to see a couple of streams. I'm doing okay on water, but I stop to splash water on my arms and legs. The water is not very cold but it is refreshing nonetheless.
I stop for lunch on the side of the trail before descending for the next mile-and-a-half down to a stream near the community of Tyringham. The trail then turns sharply uphill and for another mile I go up and over the ridge for an okay view. I don't really see the point of the climb; just another PUD (pointless up and down). I look at the FarOut comments and see that many other hikers feel the same.
The trail comes out at Jerusalem Road and a short walk down the road Is a trail store, which a small shed outfitted with a refrigerator and Wi-Fi. I don't stop because I'm on a mission; I'm meeting my dad in another 1.5 miles to gather my backpacking kit. I've done 16 miles and I'm not really sure where I'm going to spend the night, so I will meet him at the last road crossing before I head up towards Upper Goose Pond.
I sit in the air conditioning of his vehicle for a moment, enjoying the cold air for a few minutes, but feel the need to get back on the trail because I want to get settled before dark tonight. I load up my pack with three liters of water, a Powerade, and refill my bear canister before shouldering my pack and bidding dad goodbye until tomorrow. He is staying at a motel in Pittsfield, and as I travel north I am getting closer to his location.
The next section of the trail entails a 1,000 foot climb over the next couple miles. This is probably one of the few times since Pennsylvania that I haven't had a super steep and straight uphill. The incline cuts across the side of the mountain on a groomed trail, for which I'm thankful because I am hot and getting a little worn out. I do have to stop a few times to sip some water and catch my breath.
As I near the top another hiker comes up behind me. His name is K2 and he is through hiking. He started in mid-march, and told me he's putting in a long day because he was going to stop at the last designated camping area, but when he read through the trail register he noted reports of recent bear activity in the campsite, so he I elected to continue on to Upper Goose Pond. I tell him my name and he said he has seen it in the trail registers.
I make it to the top of mountain at 5 PM, and I am pleasantly surprised to see that I have maintained a two mile per hour pace, even with a fully loaded pack and after 19 miles. At this point I am five miles from Upper Goose Pond and even though I'm tired and I've slowed down a bit, I think I can easily make it before dark.
Upper Goose Pond is a mecca in the wilderness for hikers, with a donation based cabin perched on the edge of a scenic pond, with canoes and a small beach for wading. It's considered a must-see stop for hikers, and if I have serious FOMO, so I push on, even though i pass several spots where I could set up my camp.
The hike is going well; the trail is easily navigable and the rocky sections are very short. I develop a deep ache in the sole of my right foot causing me to limp on occasion. The way it's coming and going I'm wondering if it's nerve pain. I really hope that I don't screw myself up doing this many miles today, which may make hiking more difficult tomorrow.
One mile from the pond, K2 passes me again. Im surprised tobsee him again, imagining he would be there already. He tried to do a shortcut but he had to turn around and come back to the trail, so he just got an extra bonus mile.
I am slowing down considerably, minding every step I make to keep from hurting my feet any further. The sun is starting to set when I make it The cabin period. There are About 10 people milling about around covered picnic take behind the cabin. John, the caretaker, greets me warmly and tells me that I can make myself comfortable In the bunk room or go to one of the tent platforms to set up for the night. I tell him I have a hammock and he tells me to pick any two trees that are suitable.
I get set up and join the group at the table. People introduce themselves but I am so exhausted I know I won't remember any of their names tomorrow. All I want is some nourishment and to clean up and go to bed.
I grab some cheese and crackers from my bear can, and munch on my light dinner while talking with the other hikers. They obviously know each other very well, and I enjoy listening to their banter. I want to make more of an effort to stay at the shelters for the remainder of my hike so I can get to know some other hikers.
The light is waning and several hikers retire to the bunk house, while others retreat to the front porch. I go down to pond, where I wade in at the little beach. The water is cool and refreshing, but not overly cold. I would love to stay in longer, but I need to get to bed. I get out walk back to my hammock and I am immediately drenched with sweat from the humidity.
I put the finishing touches on my camp and jump into my hammock while getting attacked by mosquitoes. I lay there for a moment just enjoying being still. Today was the longest day I have ever hiked in my life; over 25 miles with the side trail to the cabin, and 6,000 feet of elevation gain!! I ache and cramp all over, my muscles will talk to me tomorrow, for sure.
By 9:20 I am out.
Today's Stats: 24.6 miles, 5,960 feet vertical gain
Trail Stats: 1,555 miles, 303K gai