Rain and cool. High and low in the 60s.
Today was tedious, painful, and slow. Rained lightly in the morning and afternoon, enough to keep everything saturated. The trail at various times looked like a pond, a marsh, or a stream. The morning began with putting on wet clothes and shoes in order to preserve the remaining dry ones. There was no one else on the trail except those of us in the shelter last night. Canoe Man observed that as the day progressed, you go from trying to keep your shoes dry to not getting in the mud, to not getting mud on top of your shoe, to not over the top, to not losing your shoe in the mud. In short, today made a cubicle and a cafeteria look like heaven.
We hiked 11.5 miles to get to Bennington. The trail angle who gave us food and drink at Fingerboard Shelter back in New York was waiting at Rt. 9 when we came down the mountain. He had some friends hiking in this area. What a coincidence.
The owner of the Autumn Inn came to pick us up at the trail. We decided to get a room in order to dry things out. Everything is unpacked and hung or laid on every available surface.
Up at 6:30 and back to the trail.
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