It is amazing how the entire nature of the forest can change when you cross a state line. When I left camp, Vermud was living up to her name and I’m certain that walking in the clouds with occasional drizzle contributed negatively to the situation. But the forest around me was indescribably beautiful and the lighting was perfect for capturing the moment. The following are but a few of the pictures I took this morning.

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More Vermud

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Bog Walk

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Walking in the Clouds

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I Have No Idea, But Pretty

For most of the day, the only challenging part of the trail was the steep 700 foot descent to VT 9 and subsequent marching climb back to the ridge line. In the middle of this “V”, I crossed the very pretty City Stream on a very nice and unique bridge.

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Looking Back Up

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Bridge Over City Stream

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Really? Again?

After the climb up from VT 9 I soon entered the Glastenbury Wilderness of the Green Mountain National Forest. Designated a Wilderness Area by Congress in 2006, it is a unique section of the A.T. because in a effort to maintain the character of the wilderness there are few bridges and fallen trees are left to lay across the trail. It made for a pretty wild experience.

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No Downed Tree Cleaning

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No Bridges

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Wilderness

It was a steep, tough climb towards the summit of Glastenbury Mountain, but I finally arrived at the Goddard Shelter which is set on the side of the mountain. Flat places to put up a tent were practically nonexistent but I settled for a small scooped out area that was barely large enough for my tent. The ground was mostly pine needles and roots so I had to find rocks to anchor my tent stakes.

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Goddard Shelter

The shelter and surrounding area were packed with hikers of all types. I didn’t know anyone here, but I walked down to the shelter to visit and have dinner. There was a couple there who are hiking with a cat named Pack Cat, so named because he rides on the top of the guy’s backpack when they are on the move. Maybe Pack Cat will earn his transportation costs by keeping all of the mice out of the shelter tonight.

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Pack Cat

When I selected my campsite, the thought crossed my mind regarding how well my little scoop of land would drain in the event of rain. I’m now finding out that it drains just fine. There is a serious thunderstorm passing overhead and the rain is coming down in sheets. The Vermud saga continues.