Moving towards Monson and avoiding drinking tadpoles.
The night had been warm and humid enough that I had started sleeping in just my silk sleeping bag liner and moved into the bag itself only later. It drizzled very lightly at one point. The morning was cool and misty but not cold if you were moving. The sun made its presence known early, poking through the trees.
I had lunch here having completed 9 of the 15-16 miles I wanted today. The afternoon was much easier terrain than the last few days and the elevation was mostly flat to boot so I could finish early at 4:30pm, camping near the West Branch of the Piscataquis River. Still, darkness at 7pm means I’m still rushing to finish chores in time. The only person to pass in either direction was Grizzly Adams, looking to start tomorrow even nearer Monson.