Day two, seven steep miles. Another spring, a cabin in ruins, one dune fossilized by forest and a second still at work. Feeling good.
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Day two, seven steep miles. Another spring, a cabin in ruins, one dune fossilized by forest and a second still at work. Feeling good.
Day three, fourteen miles after a late start. Two wavy hours on the government boat only to end up just down the beach. We made up for it with a brisk pace across the island. Elderberry, sugar maple, more beech thickets. A hidden lake just as the rain arrived, five long miles back to camp, to swim.
Day four, six-odd miles off trail through dense forest. A few brutal sections of blown down beech, a redtail alarming over the canopy, tired legs. A lovely mossy spot for lunch and a wild, dizzying swim in huge waves back at camp.
Day five, packing up. Sun spills through a gap between dark blue waves and low cumulus at dawn and lights the point. Farewell for now. Not much walking to speak of today.
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