Shortly after sunrise we got up and discussed our plan for the day. At first we planned on making it a shorter day and hiking around 18 miles. However, we heard the weather was supposed get worse as the week went on so we decided to push 24 miles to a hostel in Glencliff, NH.
Our first challenge of the day was a big climb to the top of Mt. Smarts at 3,200 feet. The last five hundred feet of the climb were hand over hand, and it was pretty damn steep toward the end. In fact, some parts of the climb were nearly veritcal. We were all full of energy and able to push through the morning fog and make it to the peak. At the top of the mountain was The Fire Warden’s Cabin. It was a fully enclosed cabin with a fire tower. We climbed the firepower and took in the amazing view of the surrounding mountains. I snacked on some granola bars for breakfast and then we pushed North on the trail. Right after Mt. Smarts was another climb to the top of Mount Cube. Even though the elevation of Mt. Cube was only 2,900 feet, the slick rock and hand over hand climbing made it a pretty tough little climb. As we climbed to the top of the mountain we got some nice views through the trees. On the way down the mountain, it was more, steep, slick rock. The day became more and more grey as we continued to the Ore Hill shelter, where the water was supposedly tainted by heavy metals. Since we had hiked a challenging 16.3 miles, we decided to stop there for a nice, long break. At the shelter the was some chubby little hiker who was happily drinking the water from the tainted spring. When we told him that it might be full of heavy metals he replied,”It tastes fine to me!” and kept chugging. I was pretty confident the kid would be dead by morning from mercury poisoning. No big loss. While looking for the shelter log we found a huge pile of random food stacked in the corner. There was: oatmeal, peanut butter, dried milk, tortillas, and dried fruit, along with some nearly full fuel canisters. The rolly polly little hiker said a boy scout troop had come through and had to ditch most of their food because it was too heavy. As he talked to us I swore I could see the lead glistening on his lips. Derek, Jeremiah and I immediately began gorging ourselves on tortillas, dried fruit and everything else. To this day I sometimes have horrifying flashbacks where I am sitting crouched behind a rock gleefully shoveling handfuls of dry, raw oats into my disgusting face. Maybe it happened, maybe it was just a nightmare. I will never know.
I led the way as we left our feast and continued down the trail. Shortly after leaving the shelter we passed a bunch of ten year old boys out for a day hike with some adults. The adults told the kids to “step aside” so we could go ahead. I glared at them like an insane person as I went hiked past them. I got a kick out of it. Thinking back on it now, I had just eaten some food that I found in a rodent infested shelter on the recommendation from a rotund young man who’s brain was no doubt irreversibly addled from ingesting huge amounts heavy metal tainted water. I had also slept in the foundation of a destroyed factory the previous night. So, maybe I was actually insane. That’s probably why it was so easy to pull off the look! We pressed on to the road in Glencliff that lead to the Hiker’s Welcome Hostel, also known as Pack Rat’s place. The hostel was a short 0.5 mile walk down a windy rural road. The hostel was a shanty of a house and did not look too welcoming, but apparently it was a pretty popular spot to stop.
As we stepped inside, it took a second for our eyes to adjust to the dreary interior of the old house. Pack Rat’s name was well deserved, there was stuff everywhere. Right after we walked in the door, some rambling character brought us to the bunks we could sleep in for 10 bucks. They were stained and disgusting looking mattresses packed into a nasty room with about ten other bunks. I decided to camp on the lawn for free. After investigating the accommodations, I bought a couple of Royal Crown sodas and 2 Mama Celeste pizzas to enjoy for dinner. As we explored the back yard we were happy to find Canadian Tom, also known as Little Knee, was also staying at the hostel. He was trying to fit all the food he shipped to himself into his smallish backpack. It was good to see Tom and I always got a kick out of how frustrated he got with everything on the trail. The rest of the people who were there were party type hikers. They would hike a little and then hitch to different hostels to smoke weed drink. When we first got there, there were about 7 of them eating some huge, disgusting looking burgers they had delivered. They all stared blankly at us and talked nonsense. I was not impressed. After their dinner, the partiers went out to have a bonfire and sing the choruses to Jimmy Buffet and Bob Marley songs. Seriously. I stayed inside and watched The Big Lebowski with some friendly strangers. When the movie was over, I got inside my tent that was set up under a clothes line. I needed to get my rest, we had a big climb in the morning!