it? I did not know there was a regional differentiation between
pollywogs and tadpoles. The reason I mention it is I just happened to
camp the other day near a pond that was full of them. Yes, it was the
only water source for miles.
So yesterday we all had a huge climb at the start of the day. It was
not too steep, actually the mountain had nice long switchbacks. It was
only cloudy when we began with occasional peeks of sunshine. By the
time we reached the top it was thundering and dark heavy clouds filled
the sky. Amazingly there was a bench at the top where we all gathered
to catch our breath and commiserate about the drenching we were about
to receive. "Too much" had a 6 x 9' tarp and decided he was going to
take cover. So what happened next? Yes, the three of us hid from the
thunderstorm, crammed on the bench under the tarp. All of a sudden we
saw feet in front of us and the uncontrollable laughter ensued. Of
course we invited "Dodger" to join us to wait out the storm.
Eventually the lightning and thunder moved away and we continued on
our way, still chuckling.
So after several days of rain, I had been looking forward to arriving
in Daleville. Getting everything clean and dry becomes the driving
force for the last few days before getting to a trail town. Keeping
things dry and clean is a futile obsession, as it usually begins
raining the very moment you leave the trail town. But you know what
they say out here on the trail..."no rain, no pain, no Maine".
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